Best Spoils Poems
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..
Categories:
spoils, anniversary, appreciation, community, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
To The Victor Goes The Spoils
With a dark hand, deadly cut gashing deep
No longer man- Now, sought he only peace.
Once fallen foe, his life he could not keep
Battle slain, soul flew upon its release.
Victor took his victim's great sword and shield
Rightful treasure he had so bravely earned.
Dead left to rot on this red battlefield
All pity each fallen had bravely spurned!
Many fallen dispatched with a sharp spear,
Others, a swift sword removing each head.
None showed the coming of death any fear,
Sent into valley, angels feared to tread!
The victor smiled knowing someday his Fate.
For in this gore, he relished and ate!
R.J. Lindley
July 20th 1980
Note-- I grabbed this old poem for my 850th poem presented here.
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 106
Categories:
spoils, art, conflict, courage, death,
Form:
Sonnet
placid ice castle
strong swift attacking currents
strewn rocky remnant
Categories:
spoils, nature
Form:
Haiku
A tattered, ragged leather bag
hides faded photos wrapped inside;
both black and white and kodachrome
reveal lost dreams once held with pride.
An older, colder man made weak,
by sojourns made so long ago,
has paid with shame a painful price
for bitter seeds he chose to sow.
Consumed by youthful avarice,
success became amoral lust
for things of want but never need;
a soulless loss of love and trust.
He cured his life in lurid greed
so strong it tore apart his soul
as truth imbued was flung aside
and grand illusions took control.
He chased the dragon of deceit
along with every reprobate
deluded by corruptions face
foresworn to conjure riches fate.
Today he stands a naked man
reflected in the full length glass
of one more sterile penthouse suite;
bath fixtures proud old polished brass.
He opens up that leather bag
to gaze upon the photos there;
a smiling girl is gazing back
with jade green eyes and skin so fair.
She wears a bridal dress of white,
her face aglow, adorned with life,
to greet a future purpose proud
this loving girl became his wife.
There standing next to his young bride
a man exudes pure confidence
to conquer all life's challenges
without the slightest reticence.
Her innocence he stole away
with no remorse for all the lies;
he watched her slide into despair
till one day in his arms she dies.
The ugliness he once concealed,
in time she knew each sordid part,
yet still he chased the dragon's bait
until, at last, he broke her heart.
Next to a picture of his bride
a small revolver lies in wait;
he picks it up and fires inside
a mind that found the truth too late.
Categories:
spoils, girl, truth,
Form:
Quatrain
I never thought that I could be
In love, In France, In June
Or ever hear a woman's voice
Sound like a gentle tune
Or eyes that gaze at me
That make me feel complete
Or the gentle fragrance of her hair
Surrounding something sweet
I shall never not remember
The days that we have spent
Dwelling in a sonnet
Of a sonnet, of silents
For the morrow I must fly
Over forest and field and farm
To a place they call "No Mans Land"
A place of fear and harm
But before I go back to war
I save one Quote for you
The one you're said to me
It goes, "je t'aime beaucoup"
Categories:
spoils, heartbreak, love, romance, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
Be not late which may lead to defeat
Be in time to meet the arising occasion
At the right time if you take your seat
You will be admired in your profession
All your duties, if you punctually complete
You will get congratulation and promotion
That one who is always in life damn late
Will get only loss arranged by the fate
I bet that such losses open Hell's gate
Prepare with true care well in advance
Take all the needed steps one by one
Soon respond and miss not a chance
Only speedy actions have finally won
Your talent, punctuality will enhance
Be dutiful and helpful like the holy Sun.
Categories:
spoils, care, loss, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
It overwhelms us
Passion is impulsive and possessing
Passion is reckless, yet it's benevolent at the same time
When passion ripens like sweet fruit it's love; but, when it's like bitter poison it's hate
Between love and hate
There appears to be a big difference
But, there's no difference they're the same in every single way
The method in the way that they're used is what makes the feign contrast seem to exist
Passion is a thriving garden
That is flourishing with life and beauty that is ambient
Passion is a cemetery
Filled with agony and covered in dried roses and briars
It will consume us
Will it make us vulnerable or weak?
How will we use our medium passion; will it be belligerent or peaceful?
Love and hate is a part of something we don't understand, will it kill or save us?
Categories:
spoils, beautiful, death, emotions, garden,
Form:
Free verse
Avails oil under the soil,
It boils when sails over the soil,
Then Spoils the soil!
Categories:
spoils, abuse, environment, nature,
Form:
Free verse
nothing spoils a man faster than money
God made man
man made money
and replaced the God
to it
and now it spoils a man
faster than it God
God made man
man made money
placed power on it
place value on it
and now to rules
the nature of man
it turn the heart
of men to that
of a beast
God made man
man made money
man built a system
by it
created and made it
a power of purchase
and it purchasing
the true value of nature
where it turn humans
to mere tools
God made man
man made money
and let it be the source
of our outcome
after our long energy
lost in chase of life
we only live to realise
At old age nor at the end
Of the day
how poor broke and sick
we become cos of money
God made man
man made money
and that made
the greed in man
more obvious than
it was before money
money is the root
of all evil the holy book
quote
money rules the world
that a gangster moto
no money no love
that the new rule
by our modern ladies
of Babylon
what a world
a the end of the day
With when all is set and done
I realise that
God made man
man made money and
nothing spoils a man faster than money
Categories:
spoils, addiction, africa, confusion, creation,
Form:
Epic
Such a toil, to get oil
Plans to draw, win a war
Kill a kid, faith to rid
Use a rod, feign from God
Get some more, corporate whore
What next now, who when how?
Categories:
spoils, peace, political, religion, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Covered with green wigs.
They are ebony like me.
I saw barely through it,
The forest shields her nakedness.
By disputing others.
An infinite haven of music.
From the sluggish rivers;
I could see Narcissus.
Who would pluck that elegant flower?
Daffodils taste like ice cream in summer.
The sun swims through youth.
We would become stars.
What is at the center of the earth?
A gardeners protects his food.
The sight appeals the mood.
He burns the weed off boundary.
Cheers! To the tools.
The Lord blesses workmanship.
To eject from the universe is death.
Prayers save a soul.
Achilles tells his secret to Hector.
A wise god isolates humanity.
The free choice mammals.
Nosey bags of curiosities.
Destroying to heal.
A virus before cure.
I see resin,
at the tip of a tree.
I see it preserved the star dust wasp.
The amber look on the bug.
I would be preserved.
As sod till gilt-oil.
The morning glows peace.
Silence pulls music.
The birds prepare flight.
These trees bud in summer,
with a readiness of fertility.
They are virgins till then.
My body heats up.
Discovery defends reality.
Materials build a state.
Stalks fight back.
The cool state of gases.
Inhaling the perfumes of green leaves.
I'm on the move.
The sun is heating up.
Three goats smile at me.
Men chase them away.
A surprised guest in town.
The canteen is fruitful.
Mornings are treasures for bricklayers.
My friend, still, asleep.
Dreams wonder us.
We greet casually.
A girl keeps staring.
We just meet.
Serenade sung from the window.
A mistaken agenda.
I hope she listens.
Categories:
spoils, city, feelings, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
I
Don't work for food that spoil; anoint with oil
II
John 6:27 compares food Jesus offers, versus natural food that spoil. The second part of the above monoku is based in psalm 51. King David sinned against God, he says, when he seduced Uriah's wife, when he was fighting in a war away from home, for King David. David was disciplined by God, but He showed CHESED/ Grace, as David anointed himself with olive oil (symbol of the Holy Spirit) & repented like no one ever (in Hebrew Poetry) did!
III
David's 51st Psalm is a model for repenting for one's sins & receiving Grace from Holy Trinity. Please, please study Ps. 51. Shalom shalom
Categories:
spoils, bible, blessing, forgiveness, jesus,
Form:
Monoku
The Spoils
A long battle fought hard and lost
The spoils of war to the beaten
An eternity in heaven
To those left behind
Emptiness and solace
A lifetime of memories
George Calabrese
Categories:
spoils, bereavement, cancer, death, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Was listening to the 23d Psalm as we read it at St. James Episcopal Church in Shallotte, NC.
Went to Arbor Landing and attended Poetry Revisited that afternoon. I could detect a sense
of depression present there. Wrote following poem based on these actions.
Spoils of the Victor
When she lost was such a sad and lonely day;
Hopes and dreams about Hillary had faded away,
And them, so much self-pity was found upon;
Her victory spoils disappeared and were all gone.
Now each one of the spoils had become spoiled,
While being dirty, disarranged and badly soiled;
There is always a huge as well as a severe cost
Causing our pride and confidence to be lost.
This past Sunday to me had recently occurred.
A thought of Christ being our good she[herd,
And after seriously talking to His herd of sheep,
From them never heard a sound or single peep.
They wanted to hear each word Jesus had to say
Removing doubt, discouragement and dismay;
Remember, you each will always be my little lamb
And your savior sent from heaven yes I am.
Forget about fools and should start trusting in me,
And I will preserve all of your sanity and security;
Forever and ever in heaven you will remain
Where all of your souls are safe and stay sane.
Jim Horn
Categories:
spoils, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Couplet
When I saw your eyes I knew you were special
I knew you were that you were the friend I needed
It would be a privilege to lose you
Just as it was to befriend you
Your worries are mine
Your pain is mine
Your my best friend
Though times may be small
You and I have been through it all
For this we are best friends
Categories:
spoils, friendship,
Form:
Free verse