Best Ranking Poems
Oligarchy - From the Greek, olígos, meaning few,
hence, those guys over there, with their
hands in their garments; They say they'll
tell everyone what needs to be done.
Monarchy - Mon, variant of man, man being the
singular form, i.e. all for that guy.
Hierarchy - From the Germanic heir, meaning "here"
the ranking of relative importance, hence,
where to stand in line to get a turn.
Democracy - From the Greek demos meaning many, and
cracy, a variant of crazy, thus, many
crazy people rule, or in biblical terms, babble.
Ethnarchy - Meaning race, therefore, all those
people, that all look and act and behave
the same, tell the rest that they know best.
Anarchy - An, a variant of and, hence, another archy.
Malarkey - Those things that are to be put up
with from all the other archys (and ocracies).
© Goode Guy 2013-06-30
She is faithful to poetry
( Yours and mine)
In the rankings
She has not sold her mind
When readers disappear
As I get near
Or their comments do
Year after year
Valsa George is there
Reading, encouraging
Not fretting, fearing
Ranking in a universe
Of billions of suns
Like our little star, so strong
The Scorpio's eyes see all
Ready and willing to lay down his own laws
He's completely focused on his path
And yet no one knows his mysterious task
His emotions are well hidden behind dark shades
Only showing feelings for the ones he loves
His words can be soft blankets or sharp as blades
Movements strong and mighty or smooth like a white dove
He loves his women unconditionally so
Ranking 10s when others rank low
Seeing blessings where others see flaws
Looking for one but attracted to all
His thoughts range from the simple to the complex
Looking for ways to put his knowledge to the test
His mind searches for meaning to his life
Fighting viciously to survive strife
The Scorpio is a deep and interesting sign
A focused being that doesn't like to waste time
He has a love for all things big or small
And he's quick to recover whenever he falls
Chew beans?
BLUE jeans
Chew grass?
Cow gas...
*Cows and other livestock cause 18% of the damage to the ozone layer; ranking 2nd only to carbon dioxide…Freon from air conditioners, etc. contribute far less than either of these. I suppose we should consider ourselves lucky that livestock do NOT include beans in their diet...THAT would indeed be a case of:
Tragic
Magic...
1/10/2015
Tim Ryerson
The birth place of world war II
after an invasion void of any declaration.
Stamps on history’s book by feminine hands
to ascertain the first death sentence of the same human disaster.
A time frame marked its stolen identity
signifying its absorption into the world map
when three neighbouring nations rolled dices on its existence.
Roman Catholicism is advertised by the sun
in this place where it’s the pioneer of oil refinery
and the continent’s most important reproductive clinic
to border-crossing summer birds.
The father of Europe in king Kazimierz Jagiellonczyk
married off his three seeds of fertility
who were carrying rich humus
to the germination of Europe’s greatest dynasties.
Another king flatters history when he re-based back to his origin
to honour a coronation conflicting the poles’ election.
The heart of the world of European Jews
where their rescue during the holocaust was second to none
where the first artificial language, created and sustained;
and having a patriot decorated five times on physical masculinity.
It is the home to the famous Nicolaus Copernicus
and the birth place of the globally applauded Marie Curie.
The last will and testament of the expiring country
marks the first European constitutional state.
The underground salt cathedral is significant in its global age ranking.
The Bialowieza Primeral, epitomizes the continent’s last ancient forest
and the piwnica Swidnilka ranks the first
in the pride of the continent’s aged restaurants.
Its historic medicinal use of vodkas
and the blossom to the stem end direction
of peeling Bananas ready for consumption
beautifies the grit of a nation which stood firm
even after a forty and three attempts of invasion.
Alone he stands looking up to the "Great Star Wolf"
the highest ranking of the great chain
ready to make his claim
Sending him short prayers no longer howling to the moon
but to the "Great Star Wolf" to lead his soul
so he might take his rightful role
Into the Cave of Souls he'll go for legend is foretold
becoming part of the "Great Star Wolves" constellation
a tiny star you will see because now he is free.
3/12/2015 Contest: Canis Lupus the Wolf
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
5th Place
ocean wave retreats
water spurts erupt behind
clams beneath the sand
May 3, 2918
1st Place ranking in "haiga - haiku - Theme sea - ocean" Contest
Sponsored by Mick Talbot
May 11, 2018
" A close friend was betrayed by one of the Chiefs
and was tortured to death by being roasted slowly while strung up
high on a tree branch.
His misery was rich.
His name was Red Spirit in English.
I'm very proud of the Roman's achievements in law and architecture.
They were a very strange race,
very hostile & very obedient to a sense of honor which is why they could be so easily manipulated by law.
At that time in particular I specialized in making men into Gods.
Those were good times,
making marble from concrete."
you mention your admiration for the law,
some would say that you are a lawless Being
like a stone that ignores gravity,
a Jew who rejects scripture,
Satan said,
" There are two forms of law, real & unreal, defacto & dejure,
there is color of law and organic law,
natural rights and government codes.
Ultimately there are only two types of law;
jurisprudence designed to control others actions, which presents
consequences for violation and compliance,
and then there exists personal, subjective law,
otherwise known as principle or convictions.
Every man or woman performs according to their principles,
even if choosing to comply with laws foriegn to themselves.
This is how slaves are made,
people in bondage choose to be enslaved,
they accept the domination of another as mans' thought often permits
passion to terrorize, or tantilize judgement.
Law is like a rainbow,
one picks their favorite color following it all the way to the horizon." ,
what about God's law I asked,
historionically He remarked,
" God has His laws and I have mine."
Next I asked, have you ever been in love with a mortal?
" Oh yes, many times, take a look at this."
He handed me a thin, square golden casing
having an arabesque pattern etched on it,
when I touched the item it was as though an ancient sea breeze swept over me ,
He continued, " Open it, thats Tamitha,"
He was eager for me to be eager, I said,
" Shes got a smile similar to yours."
Tamitha was the daughter of a high ranking warrior named Bartos
in a large Germanic tribe
protecting the Rhineland from incursion."
J.A.B.
Hand In The Cookie Jar
The word is out, the waiting suspense is over...
Over here in this small young democratic country...
For quite some time, in this Bolehland of endless possibilities...
There has been fascinating accounts of financial irregularities...
Every man in the street, he knows for a fact...
When one is a public official for the government...
One needs to uphold the integrity of being in public service...
In your personal bank accounts, no mysterious monetary incentives...
The highest ranking public official in Bolehland...
Religiously taking the holy ground, playing verbal footsies all round....
Pleading innocence and ignorance, with suspicious money in his bank accounts...
As one nation, all the more bemused as implausible explanations spew forth...
Now the word is out, despite painstaking months of evidence gathering...
A Voluminous report of convulated money trails and entangled cash flows...
A single all important pawn has said, Insufficent Evidence, No further action.....
A shocking proclamation of his master's innocence, despite the public opinion..
Whither goes Malaysia, now that a perceived wrong is verbally white washed...
When a grievious misdeed, is now merely a twisted piece of re engineered logic....
Spin masters, blinded aides and mercenary political stooges...
As one they cried in unison, It is not what it seems, the boss is clean...
While the man in the street, he shakes his head and mutters incredulously...
The many twists and turns, of mysterious donors and a deceased king...
How is it things in this Bolehland have come this far...
Was it not a simple case of being caught with a hand in the cookie jar?
https://sg.news.yahoo.com/twists-turns-najib-rm2-6-230008097.html?nhp=1
Ross holidayed as a kid once at Center Parcs,
Where he first played the sport of table tennis,
And he loved it so much ‘cos he was so good,
That a member of staff remarked on his ability.
He was successful, ranking in the world top ten,
But later, in 2011 he was genetically diagnosed,
With multiple epiphyseal dysplasia of the bones,
And was glad to be welcome in disability sport.
He was the youngest table tennis team member,
At the London Paralympics where he came fourth,
In the singles, so he did well considering his age,
‘Cos his inexperience didn't hinder or scare him.
In the team contests at these joyous 2012 Games,
Ross and Aaron McKibbin won the bronze medal,
Which ranked him as No. 2 on the worldwide scale,
But he then got a shoulder injury which he nursed.
2014 and Ross took the gold in the International,
At the Cote d’Azur, so 2015 saw him take silvers,
In Hungary and Italy, but then he was injured again,
In his knee, elbow and he strained back muscles.
However, at the Lignano Master Open in Italy, 2016,
Ross won with teammates a bronze, so in Rio grand,
He took another bronze with the team. He’s a fighter,
Born on 5th June 1995 in Minster and trains Sheffield.
Our love is a slide show of passionate events
having staggering moments which are only real in fiction.
Erotic signals jam together to make
imaginations of fantasy more concrete than natural elements.
I feel your inside, I respire your breath
our shared desires are because our souls are covered in one coat.
I’m so wired into you that our independent lives
stay connected through one switch.
Using the clouds of affectionate freedom as our play ground
is its simple manifestation when on;
shared tenderness promoting the low ranking calmness
over sexual desperation forms an interplay when off.
Clients of goodwill execute their propaganda of happiness’ varieties
spraying sweet scents of mystery and the colours of ambiguity
to a mortal phenomenon so supernatural,
like a tree of many fruits and a robe of many fabrics;
a kid with many voices and a top held by many hangers;
a stream flowing from many sources and a butterfly with many wings.
The dynamism of the propagation of our steamy flavours
gives reality a gracious bond to divinity.
Your world of romantic satisfaction
has made mine so affluent that
Gold has become more common than stone.
but distance has unfortunately brought me down
to my knees and made my head stay in constant bow
in intercession of when we will meet again to continue
this orgasmic character of rare happiness.
My sky is having million stars, difficult to pick one in million
All having own shine, ranking any one sure to cause a rebellion
Yet, numero uno tracked by merits through process of elimination
Selection complete, its results time, my better half is one in million
Spoilt brat was I, uncensored were bachelor days of life
She stepped in, anchoring work and family as dream wife
Space and freedom she carved out with love’s knife
Boundless joy bloomed within new boundaries of life
She is mother of my children, my sky lit with two sons bright
Groomed in academics, sons featuring in India’s and State’s merit list
Nurtured them to evolve as good humans in world full of beast
High Moral Values embedded, family’s beacon ensured perpetual light
During my health scare, she was by my bed as Nightingale
Deftly coordinating with surgeons, calming kith & kin anxiety well
Science powerful tool for new life, her devotion powering Yama* to repel
Am fit and fine, enjoying blissful moments, gratitude to my Life’s angel
Am managing big in outside world, but at home am lost without her
Cooking, clothes, children, many chores she worships, never does she forbear
She holds the castle, hosting love, peace, joy, keeping at bay grief and fear
Not just one in million, but million virtues are in one - my dear treasure
(*) Yama : As per Hindu mythology Yama is Death deity
( Placed 8th in Members contest Nov 2010 – One in million by Linda Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.)
Tears Of A Champion
It is out there on the internet, one can easily come by it..
A spirited display of championship squash, this was it..
The Queen of squash, Nicol David, recently dethroned...
Going up against Laura Massaro, the squash queen from England..
There has been many hard fought battles between these two..
But for the last 9 years or so, all world class rivals are kept at bay..
A phenemonal record of dominance in this modern gladiatorial sport..
Occassionly there was a stumble or two, but Nicol made sure her spot..
So, here again these two established queens of squash, they clashed...
It is the long awaited final event, Nicol against Laura, in a glass court event..
Laura had just won US Open title last month, she was on a roll...
Here in Hong Kong Open, it is another final on the trot, the trophy beckons..
But being 8 times world champion and 9 times world number one..
Nicol David was focused and all afire, speed, power and precision are one...
As she contained all the shotmaking prowess of Laura, and she was more...
For she is a duracell bunny to her very core, tirelessly piling on the scores...
When the final rally point was played and scored, Nicol was victorous...
As she shook Laura's hand, she was all smiles and ever so gracious...
As was the norm, there was a short segment of live interview ..
Then it happened, the floodgates of emotions gave way to tears......
Shedding away tears of self doubt and frustrations....
When a little slide in ranking brought out many naysayers...
What was hurtful most were those comments about her age...
Despite her stranglehold of 108 months on the world stage..
Nicol rightly deserves a better appreciation of a lion hearted champion...
Look at Gregory Gaultier at 33, finally world champion from his 5th final..
Hey people! Look at Nick Matthew at 35, he's is top 10 still...
So welcome back, Datuk Nicol, the years you've had are there still..
So happily she shed a few tears, there are many more almighty roars...
Let women squash world sit up and watch each time again you roar...
Go and get 'em, Nicol David, squash queen from Malaysia only....
Que sera sera...whatever will be, will be, such is your destiny...
To The Victor Goes The Spoils
In the confined playing area within the concrete walls of a squash court..
The next few days will definitely witness intense rivalries inside the courts..
It the 1st leg of the local CIMB Junior Squash Circuit, it's a ranking competition...
For junior squash players to benchmark individual progress against the competition..
For over 4 days of stiff competition, players and their coaches will stay hopeful..
The end results will be a good vouch for their hard work and commitment in full..
Junior players from all nooks and corners of the country are gathered in numbers..
They are energetic and fit, all primed and readied to do battle for the top honors...
There are numerous age groups events, to provide level playing grounds...
For these racket-hefting youngsters to jostle for supremacy over a few rounds..
These budding talents, they are very passionate and typically rather emotional...
All against a backdrop of hard running and furious flurries of exchanged shots...
Once in a while, there are heartfelt screams, of jubilation and at times, frustrations..
Ever so often, in ample display, the free hand doing the fist pump of elation..
Tears of frustration will be in evidence, as pent up emotions are given vent...
Each time a player loses in a close encounter, another jubilates in elated victory..
Now there are no financial incentives attached to the ultimate performer...
The one player who beats the other victors in successive rounds, he's winner..
To each victor, the spoils of the battle is a chance to bask in triumphant elation..
To enjoy that feeling of confidence, achievement and euphoria amid admiration..
In a couple of weeks' time, hey presto! it will be again another competition time..
It will be time again to gauge the competition, to the winner the spoils of victory..
When I was in school I took U.S History three time but it was three different,
Version,
I took Biology in seven grade and it was no difference from one high school,
I took six science and two college biology felt like pre med,
And in some case the student was smart then the teachers,
I took maybe five AP classes that I never got credit for at home bound,
And when I check some of the top university algebra 2 is the last math,
They was making us take Calculus,
Why was they over education us if university did not require it,
Later what I found out I was over prepare for college,
And I remember what a teacher said all of his sports med that he seen off,
Not One drop out,
But the question is why did my high school have one of the worst ranking,
Going back into it with college they said that the classes,
At community college,
Is much harder then University course just for once some one double check the,
Fact ,
All I am saying as student we should be able to challenge our education
System.