Best Results Poems
There is a story that needs to be told
A grown-up child now holds the secret in
The raw emotion trapped releases bold
Dreams that haunt in midnight's tangled den
Way back he was idolized, her anger blocked
Pushed down on the spot but arose at night
Where demons chased and the small child mocked
In dreams she would run and jump with all her might
He said 'twas you who came out tempting me
Told her to stay you can't come to the pasture
Her anger boiled beneath the surface free
The dreams began totally to be her master
What he did when she was seven years old
Rest in the grave with him and remains untold
We will sit at the tables in the entrance hall
Waiting patiently for the sea of white faces to arrive
Anxious, nerves are frayed – and that’s just the staff!
Waiting to pass over that all-important piece of paper
These grades will change their lives forever
And dictate which path in life they choose
There will be tears of joy and whoops and cheers
Sadness too when the grades show their deepest fears
Tissues and chocolate biscuits and lots of support
Wipe away the tears and slowly bring them down to earth
Try and get them into university even if its not their first choice
A day of massive highs and crashing lows
But I wouldn’t miss it for the world
Jan Allison
13th August 2014
Candy In Pantry:
Handy
Candy
Hersey's Chocolate:
Divine
Design
Secret Sweets:
Dandy
Candy
In The Pantry:
Better
Treasure
Hersey's for Karter:
Karter
Starter
End Results:
More pounds
Compound
Sponsor: Yasmin Khan
Contest: Footle Fun
There once was an honest politician
Always loosing to his opposition
Then he hired some spies
Started telling some lies
Now holds office in a high position
SPORTS RESULTS - FINAL SCORES
BIBLE tale of a lone man but a real hero
Moses 1 - Pharaoh 0 (Egypt’s Nero)
HISTORY filled with tragedy and frown
Julius Caesar 0 - Brutus 1 (assisted touchdown )
SCIENCE without reason or rhyme
Galilieo 1 - Catholic Church 0 ( after extra time)
COLD WAR , forty years of much the same
USA - USSR ( Abandoned game)
Remove outer sleeve and packaging
Place in large oven proof dish
Ride dolphins perpendicular to the beach
Paint weightlessness with fluorescent paint
Season to taste and add thoughts provided
Bake on medium heat for real before serving
A chilly mist hung in the air that Sunday morning in April when I pulled up in front of Harpers Grove Community Church. The gravel parking lot was rapidly filling up, and folks, nodding cordially to each other, were threading their way through neat rows of parked cars. Several young men, lingering over a last cigarette, checked out the strange car with the out-of-state license plate. When the last one ground out his smoke beneath new wingtips and disappeared into the vestibule, I stepped out of my car to get a better look at the churchyard.
It was much as I remembered it. The giant oak still towered precariously over the narthex. The mulberry bushes and hedging were sprouting seasonally, and faded daffodils clung to overgrown stalks. An atmosphere of unkemptness pervaded the place, but I couldn't quite determine what made it seem so. The sloped slate roof obviously needed attention.
The old whitewashed privies had disappeared, and, in some previous year, an educational wing had been tacked onto the rear of the frame building, brick and businesslike. Essentially, however, it was the same church house I had come to from the day I was born until our family moved away during my first year in high school.
EIGHTH PLACE WINNER
September 21, 2022
Submitted to "Chapter 1 Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
Awaiting Results
Heart fluttering, mind boggling
Oh! Thy have mercy
Examinations were already done,
The wait for the results has gone.
It's time to show what we've learned,
And see the grades that we've earned.
The outcome may be good or bad,
But don't let it make you sad.
It's a chance to learn and grow,
And do better than before, you know.
If you get a high score, well done!
If you don't, never feel undone.
For it's not just about the marks,
But how you've grown in mind and heart.
So let's get the results with grace,
And be proud of our efforts and the race.
For we are all stars in our own right,
Shining brightly in our own light.
I CONTEST THE ELECTION RESULTS
I will contest the election results
Regardless of the fact that I have lost!
Yes, t'was a contest of adults
But I'll oppose it whatever the cost!
Half the nation have fled our land.
Men, women and children are in camps,
Eating from a Samaritan's hand,
But these are just bad road bumps!
My opponent is just another guy.
I can push him out of office!
The trajectory has gone awry
But I'm not known for cowardice!
The United Nations Refugee agency
Will see how the people survive.
This is an emergency!
They will keep the people alive!
They will see how to raise the money,
How to take the relief to the interior!
The problems of the fleeing masses are many
And a worry of the UN officer!
Playing crazy golf, eating candy-floss,
Sniffing glue behind the bleachers,
You bang on the side of the transistor,
Suddenly it comes to life; ‘Tupelo Honey’.
You nod your head as you lick the Rizla;
‘I don’t want this summer to end.’
You lay on the grass;
Indian summer burns your eyelids,
So you run down to the water’s edge,
Dip your big toe into the ocean,
Then run back, escaping the tide,
You splash him,
He splashes back,
You laugh,
He laughs back,
‘Man, I don’t want this summer to end.’
You giggle, high on a new drug,
And act like you invented the sunshine,
But now you’re on the train coming home,
Your clothes covered in wet sand,
You do not say a word,
As words would ruin the mood,
You gaze out of the window,
High rise flats like dollhouses,
Pass you by, never to return.
You smile through heavy eyes,
Look at him and whisper;
‘I wonder if we will ever grow out of doing this.’
He takes a photograph of you
When you pretend to be asleep,
Signs it and places it in your pocket,
You open one eye to see if he believes
That you are sleeping, he doesn’t.
Years later,
you open your shoe-box of memories,
Look back at that photograph,
wonder where he ended up,
college or famous?
it did not matter,
you slowly come to realize,
you were never as fat as you thought you were
We fight for the right to exist in masses, meanwhile the true revolution passes.
Exactly what is the cause you support? The same community you abort?
Just like a saint that preaches heaven, but raises hell.
A hypocritical supply that meets its demands as well.
Pledging allegiance to a rainbow flag that you won't even help stand.
Its a shame. But no one will say that they are the ones to blame.
They rather look down upon, frown upon. Rather act as if they are above when it's ground level
we all stand upon.
Have the nerve to denounce flamboyance, but we all are demanding equality.
Disgraceful barrels of arrogant oil is what overflows in the seas of our poor qualities.
You say you want to be able to marry, but you won't even tell someone you have an STD.
Yet you want the lawmakers to believe, that we can conduct ourselves as civil human beings.
I often find myself breaking down to my knees to pray, then left without words to say.
Left in a disarray. For we all need to be saved.
We say politicians are our enemies, but we should start examining within.
Start with yourself, with your surroundings, realize the definition of real friends.
In our community that word makes my soul cringe.
And that should not be. So how do we expect to have the world acknowledge our harmony?
When there is none really there to see.
Before we can get others involved, we have to invoke the power to reconstruct our OWN unity.
Once a dead night while the moon was shining brightly,
Jenifer was sleeping at her bed quietly,
Suddenly Jhon entered into Jenifer's bed room,
Without making any sound he sat beside her as a bride groom.
He wispered, " My love , open your eyes."
At fisrt she thought it was a mice,
After a while she realised it was nothing but Jhon,
Jenifer got angry and the hot words were coming on.
She sharply chid him, and said " Go!" but he didn't stir,
He stood before her holding her both hands,
She said, "Leave me!" To move his feet was his beyonds.
Jhon brought his face near Jnifers ear,
She glanced at him and said, What a shame! Her-
Sound couldn't move him in an inch,
It gave him a wonderful pinch.
Again his lips touched her cheek,
She said, " Now move your feet or I will give you kick."
He put a flower in her feet,
She said, " It is useless!" he kept him silent.
He took the garland from her neck and went away,
She did weep and asked herself, I want him back anyway.
Judging a Claim by Its Results
By Elton Camp
It is quite a presumptuous call
Fortune teller sees, knows all
If the future she is able to see
Why in a trailer would she be
If she, in advance, knows all
It includes stocks to rise or fall
And perhaps even better yet
On sports results how to bet
In a mansion she’d reside
And in a limo she’d ride
How little effort it would take
This is how I know she’s fake
(Written after observing a fortune teller advertsing extravagant claims while living in a grubby travel trailer.)
Brushing teeth in school,to be like a golden rule,
Cutting back on a shuggery meal
Seems quite the lead; by touch and feel
Yet its quite ok to add, to their water (not a fad)
Around thirty three things? or more, from God knows what store?
Also injecting experimental drugs, from some mad alien thugs
Watching bloody wars, is part of life for them now raw'
Trangender also a big thing, its merits 'they must sing' so its
All good, and clear and fine, if you will just abdicate the mind?
Let an ideology run wild, takeing over every child.'
With (a i ) to follow life even more, i wonder why my heads
So sore? Yet i'm also sure; thats what is best.! is a human scale
We all need to face lifes usual gales, yet no more blasts of
Such reckless social change, from the no doubt insular.!
And of Minds deranged.'