Best Tourney Poems
Sometimes we want
to grow up fast.
Others we want our youth to
last.
Sometimes we want to change
the past.
Others we want to leave it
alone because it was such a
blast.
Either way, however you feel.
You have to find a way to cope
and deal.
Because life is a journey
Sometimes a competition, a
tourney.
along the way there are
things....
That beat up life and leave it
with dings.
Sadness awaits.
After all we cant change fate.
Tears racing down rosy red
cheeks.
Blinding us from seeing the
beauty of the snowy mountain
peak
Depression like lightning
strikes.
Down like a volleyball we
spike.
Anger and frustration builds.
Combining to form destruction
in guilds
All leading up to stress.
But remember you're always
blessed.
Remember all those bad times.
When all people did was go out
and commit crimes.
When hungry people had to go
out and wait in long lines
Maybe to some people that
only happens sometimes.
Maybe to others all the time.
Either way, however you feel.
You had to find a way to cope
and deal.
Somehow you stood the rain
You lasted through all that
pain.
You didn't fall tumbling through
the drain.
You made it through the times
that were long.
You are strong.
Maybe going back and forth,
ping pong.
Differing what's right. and
what's wrong.
But here you stand.
Holding your own land.
Even if you feel like you don't.
And there's no luck you won't.
I know you will.
Because life isn't always
downhill.
Either way, however you feel.
You had to find a way to cope
and deal.
And here you are standing
now.
Now of the past, let go.
And in yourself you will grow.
After you realize the point
you're at is no longer low.
Instead you get to enjoy the
beauty of
Sharing and and giving and
receiving everyone's love.
Because
you're worth it.
You cannot grow if you don’t try
Or change all that which you deny
Nor place blame for all your woes
On all the wrongs that you oppose
In feeling righteous without fault
Ensures the barricade of the vault
That holds the martyr forever bound
Desired freedom is never found
You cannot alter what you don’t accept
Remaining thus forever inept
Crying victim for way too long
Becomes yet another unheard song
Our destinies are ours to mold
In making choices strong and bold
Our actions so predict our journey
In making us winners of the tourney
Only truth to self will set you free
Only you can be what you should be
Only you can choose that which you need
And only you can stay fixed or proceed
Poem To My Dad
In Memory 04/17/2018
By: RobertBenThoughts.blogspot.com
It has been almost a year
Since you left us here,
For the heavenly relm
Your reward is clear.
I miss you.
Mom is doing better than before
She thinks of you daily,
She now calls me Bob
I just laugh and say it’s Ben.
Did I tell you I miss you?
The kids are doing fine
They miss you too,
Careers challenging
But they are successful,
Did I tell you I miss you?
The wife God gave me,
She is the Eveready bunny
She continues to be amazing
She misses you also.
Did I tell you I miss you?
She does for everybody
Before doing for herself,
She is like you,
Always-there good or bad times,
Did I tell you I miss you?
Got tear eyed today
Just thinking about you,
Don’t do it often
I just think of the good times.
Did I tell you I miss you?
I’m doing fine now,
I wish you were still here,
I’d take you to the mountains again,
And take you to church.
Did I tell you I miss you?
Don’t forget golf I let you win.
Myrtle Beach every summer,
Deep-sea fishing
Two walks to the pier everyday,
Did I tell you I miss you?
I remember camping
Just you and me,
Then there was Boy Scouts
When it used to be just boys,
Did I tell you I miss you?
There was Mountaineer football,
Mountaineer Classic basketball tourney,
Harlem Globetrotters,
Pittsburgh Pirates baseball,
Did I tell you I miss you?
But what I remember most is
You lived as you taught,
Slow to anger
And a great listener
Did I tell you I miss you?
Church first,
Mom second,
Kids next,
Then work.
Did I tell you I miss you?
You always believed in me,
Even when I gave you no reason,
And you always said you were proud of me
At the most important times,
Did I tell you I miss you?
The apple fell far from the tree
But I’m giving my best effort
To roll it up the hill,
I know you’re proud of me and my family,
Did I tell you I miss you?
Dad, I love you!
For two weeks, at all hours, I watched FIFA games
Familiarizing myself with all the players' names
But I won't be viewing the World Cup anymore
after the favored U. S. team was unable to score
Too much drama was promoted, so it would seem
over not singing the National Anthem, but I'd deem
their focus was on winning, as I think it should be
and not on patriotic agendas, "My country tis of thee."
A penguin (mascot) waddles so he can't play football
If he had tried, he'd have stumbled and taken a fall
Not once did I hear his name, Tazunis, mentioned
I don't think that slight of him was well intentioned
The U.S. team was defeated by Sweden in overtime
Their goalie, Zecira Musovic, played a game sublime
Time after time her heroic efforts prevented a score
No goals had been made, but the game was not a bore
U.S. women won the first tourney game by one goal
but wouldn't "Do it Again" and lost their favorite role
They didn't play, "Beyond Greatness," not even close
It was time they fly home and to Australia say, "Adios."
just sat down to have a bowl.
a little soup to feed my soul.
it's cold out there.
it's nice to find.
a place where we can share in kind.
lulu left us in the lurch.
to find a new place we can perch.
hello old friends who've made the journey.
may the best man or woman win the tourney.
These are the long depressing walks
It's the sad songs that talk
The missed opportunities that hold us at fault
Nothing but smiles at birth
You didn't think I'd forget
The most precious angel on this earth
Since I entered this world formally
Then I should be able to smile normally
Looking from an angle and you can't see things clear
Write with an attitude and you can't be sincere
Take a piece of this heart
Blood vessels, veins, continuous pain
sprout and intervene to produce this art
Might see you, me at a different height
the things you do when your wings won't take flight
it seems we're all trying to switch our momentum
Without slowing down to stop
Want to find ways of growing up without the drop
Slaves of tears, surfing the waves of fear
At the end of a journey, we start another journey
Go through ups and downs to enter the after-tourney
These are the long depressing walks
It's the sad songs that talk
The missed opportunities that hold us at fault
"too little time, too many thoughts"
D. Trump
we dumped
Ted Cruz
you lose
Cuomo
should go
Newsom's*
gruesome
Biden's
hidin'
Faucci's
grouchy
Meghan's
ragin'
Harry's
scary
Queen Mom's
aplomb
Prince Charles
just snarls
ISIS
crisis
Iran
new bomb
Kim Jong
King Kong
Bit coin
come join
T-bonds
abscond
Oil price
up twice
Brit Spears
cry tears
Doc Seuss
cut loose
Big Dance*
short pants
Sis Jean*
Prom Queen
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*Notes:
Newsom - California governor whom voters are trying to recall
The 'Big Dance' is a nickname for the NCAA basketball tourney,
which begins this week.
Sis Jean is Sister Jean, a 101 year-old nun who works at Loyola
University, which made the 'Big Dance' for the second time in the
last four years. At age 98, she accompanied the team to the 'Dance,'
sat on the bench, hugged and cheered players, even gave them
advice(!) and Loyola came made it to the Final Four! Wow! This year,
she's going back again, at 101! What a gal!
Alimony,
Palimony,
Dogimony too
Not macaroni,
With acrimony,
Pay me or I'll sue
Send a money heap
So I will keep
The dog that leaped
Before the heat
Of who did cheat
Brought us defeat.
I'll sit around
In my dressing gown
His soft fur brown
When I feel down
He’ll lick to drown
My face's frown
To you who’s horny
This may seem corny
If you’re feeling thorny,
From a sexual tourney
End your scorny
You’re not so brawny!
Living is a treasured journey,
Not a trophy chasing tourney.
Yet many tend to rush its flow,
Smelling the roses on the go.
Tomorrow shall not seize the day;
Surely the power of Now may.
Love life as is! The lower pace,
The slower to the resting place!
December 29, 2019
On my day's journey
Think going to a basketball tourney
Stopped by sisters house
It was as quiet as a mouse
Out in her garden she sits
Hoe claw and gloves of misfits
Peddle pushers to kaboot
Gotta love her for she's a hoot
She kept digging at those weeds
And filling the holes with new seeds
I asked if she was tired of this
She replyed no as she turned and twist
See hoeing your garden
Is like a life's pardon
You might say it's like losing weight
Shedding unwanted pounds you hate
The hurries and worries
Even if their some kind of snow flurries
As we laughed and cried
I felt more pride
For my sister did it to me once again
Helped me weed out my own garden from within
The journey begins with a single step,
It miles away but the choice is yours to take,
It's all about the movement,
Moment you realize you can crawl, walk, run and fly knowing there are possibilities in impossibility,
The world is yours for taking, only if you do more working and less talking,
The road is rough but grace plays a smooth role, sealing every pole hole,
So make your faith hold,
Your life hold and own by you,
Cause we all on the same journey on different path leading to one destination,
So we all have our given purpose with a target,
You have to strike hard to hit the goal post,
Don't live to die for the just curse,
Die to live with and for a just course,
Cause a short fulfilled life is better than a long a long wasted life.
So early discovery is advice, once you know the way you can advance.
Life is a journey,
Life is a tourney,
With a trophy,
Don't die a failure,
So I say don't DIE unfulfilled...
They call it March Madness
this NCAA Men's Basketball Tourney
For all but one team, though, it's sadness
as a stinging defeat ends their athletic journey
The players come out to play. The audience gathered around, cheering them on.
One by one they take acknowledgment . The speaker motions to settle down.
He steps up to the tee with confidence. Ahead of him lies sand and a deep pond.
The ball takes flight now so high and far. Missing the hazards now it's home run.
A crowd supports him by cheering him on. Walking so proud looking for the ball.
Walking down a runway of grass and looking. He hits a ball again oh how fun.
They gather like mocking birds. They watch now on the green and what a sight.
This time a moment if silence. He hits the ball and wait, the club flies just as well.
He gasps for air and stutters. Bogey now becomes a painful word so not right.
If only he had a good caddy now. This is no good especially in an all time tourney.
What happened to his skills just now. Feeling numb from the shoulders on down.
Oh what a trauma to the family name. Momma will knock him out onto a gurney.
All that prize money flashing before him. And it was such a dream to walk on top.
Looking at the crowd watching him now. He chokes his caddy till it turns all blue.
What a clown says one, join a circus maybe. Now going in history as a big flop.
Foxes being really cute
Invaded London not expecting anyone to shoot
Playing around
On the Emiratis ground
Not hearing a hunter’s horn sound
Until one gunner left off a shell
And a war story for the shooter to tell
Going into the break down one
These feisty creatures were just trying to have fun
“Things are not going down
We must stand our ground,”
Foxes said
Time to play with the military’s head
Manipulating the army was the deal
While taking possession of the field
For some reason they did not release the hounds
Not another target strike to be found
Keeping the artillery off the board
Was just reward
Until under ten minutes
Someone got into it
A goal for Vardy
It was the Foxes sipping champagne at the party
Ending in a peaceful draw
Score leveled was the call
Point giving to each
Sharing was the lesson preached
A top four showing
Is in the Foxes showing
Arsenal needs more
To achieve the elite floor
Granted this would mean possibly another combative chore
For the military might
In the league whose position is quite right
Not to worry
Give assignment to the conniving furry
Let the foxes flirt around
Tourney bound
Looking good
As they should
Hiding inside that tree bark wood
Champing The Seasons
A March spring rose like December,
pale shadows meet, by my shutter,
blues screech, that I brooded over,
... my gist be faint, cause a clutter.
As seasons shift their daily quest,
recurrent graduate the stressed,
the day soon proves to modify,
this challenge is met, up go I.
Like December, pale shadows meet,
by my shutter, a March spring rose,
--that I brooded . . . over, my gist . . .,
be faint, cause a clutter, blues screech.
Capricious seasons my journey,
groove the best exact a tourney.
2020 September 28
*2nd Place*
Charonnet
~~charles messina