Best Winners Poems
open a blind eye ~ and see you're being duped by those using AI
sniff out those taking credit for cheating ~ real poets they're defeating
a concept I can't accept ~ from people whose poetry is inept
sometimes it's really difficult to prove ~ but an issue to behoove
call them out if it matters ~ don't serve them trophies on silver platters
if you couldn't care less ~ it's no wonder poetry soup is a mess
disheartening to say the least ~ is it possible to slay the beast
it's happening, there's no doubt ~ they're being given far too much clout
this message may be falling on deaf ears ~ if so, then I give up... cheers!
Are winners defined by prowess
In business or in sport
Or by intellectual power
Backed by academic report?
Is losing determined
By lack of financial wealth
In lieu of big-hearted happiness
Or optimum good health?
Why do moguls and titans
With no Faith take the leap
While penniless paupers
Leap for joy from their feet?
How come rich men's wives
Are miserable, children spoiled
While laborers are elated
Though clothes and hands are soiled?
Are winning and happiness one and the same
When the affluent are unhappy is money to blame?
Why are the poor who struggle hard to survive
Still able to know jubilation in their lives?
Their money's still here when the rich are long gone
Just like when they came they leave naked and alone
With wealth or in poverty life is borrowed time
Where prime dividends are the spiritual kind
Abundance is far too uncommon to be the standard
By which winning in life might be judged
Suggesting those without means or money
Were never in favor with God
The value of winning might be in dollars and cents
But the price of happiness is the lack of pretense
Copyright 2016 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
a giant
with a spear
and a shield
and a army
a boy
with a rock
and a sling
and a god
a person
with a voice
and a song
and a spirit
a man
with a vote
and a will
and a power
a woman
with a love
and a passion
and a desire
a girl
with a dream
and a hope
and inspired
a god
with a son
and a heart
and an hour
Following rules, we learned as kids,do you remember?
Do not take another's pencil, it is a sin, nor their precious toys
nor dimes to in your pockets, put in,
What allows us now, to steal with such giddy, sin-filled ploy?
Whether be it a car-jacking or a despicable looting done on camera
with grimacing, hideous joy?
Most of us are not thieves, and raise heck at plagiarists!
But things now escaped in adults as crooks as forgers or "fraud-sters anonymous."
The simple truth is that things taken, display a huge lack of integrity,
And simply fail, with their lack of character and bald- faced chicanery.
Play up front and honest is my call.
Pretend you made a home-run,when in fact, all you had was a foul ball?
Winners fulfill promises, losers on their faces will fall.
Cheating wins no games in life, that's a big loser's call.
1-5-2021
8am PST
Dedicated to Maria, my daughter, a woman of ethics and
elected to office legally. Thank you. It was a hard road but
you made a difference for the good~ in many!
Wow~ a woman of integrity. Without that, nothing works.
Love, Mom
Winners are those who survive evil acts and remain loving
Heidi Sands
12/22/18
Placed 2nd in the winners and losers contest.
Who are the winners of change
The inevitable evolution of life
Technology progresses
Tastes flirt with trends
The world advances
But do we
Preparation, intuition or foresight
Can ensure success
The ability to stay afloat
But are we better for it
Maybe
An old man laments a simpler time
But isn’t youth in hindsight
Always sweeter, no matter the era
I wonder
Who are the winners of change
I’m not really sure
Perhaps, just those who can
Embrace it
12/27/17
Winners sip champagne from a slipper
Losers wipe the sweat from their brow
Victory tastes sweet as apricot honey
Defeat's an empty stomach, without Ciao
I love men and women who stand for what is right.
Most cave to evil, thinking to be part of a group is true might.
Mouse minds untrained in human transformation.
Follow media like sheep, drunk on boarding trains at the swilling
No Brains Station!
11-11-2020
False promises and bold faced lies
From leaders we call men,
Too foolish, vain and unwise
It’s the election blues again.
Feign to believe the web they weave
With patient ears we listen,
Future balanced if they achieve
From deceitful eyes teeth glisten.
In principle, fate is our blame
Yet in our selfish pride,
Our judgment shadows woeful shame
Behind scapegoats fail to hide.
Ballot fiends they all may be
Watching poll numbers, plus or minus three,
What will their victory bring to me
After January twenty-three.
Subsidized youth sports, gun control
Child care dollars galore,
A policy a day, and truth be told
Campaign gifts are a chore.
What matters East-West-South ‘n North
Is that we get it right,
While opponents bicker back and forth
By cable, bus or flight.
Success depends on unity
Without it we’re a wreck,
While one side suffers mutiny
The Grits give Tories heck.
The separatist Bloc` says “Let us go”
Demanding sovereign freedom,
White margarine and one-tongued-signs
Does Canada really need them.
The answer is, quite simply, oui`
We cannot tear apart,
Instead, honor all with dignity
And make a brand new start.
While men debate with pointed fingers
On issues big or small,
Our neighbor’s fear of terror lingers
With plans to build a wall.
Five billion they shall not relinquish
While bring East to peace,
Infernal war fires ne’r extinguish
Diplomacy for lease.
Denying partnership in war
To Iraq we didn’t go,
And up in space where eagles soar
Again we said “Oh no”.
Canada is not the States
Their future is not ours,
While Bush comments on us, berates
His future quickly sours.
When we look back upon these days
In golden years of life,
Will mirrored lakes obscure with haze
Too thick for sharpened knife.
Or does the future hold great treasure
For Canadians, one and all,
With strength and courage beyond measure
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
Like years before, each voter chooses
With hopes and dreams of change and glory,
But in the end there’s winners and losers
Different writer, same old story.
Scott Goldsberry
December 30, 2005
Winners never quit; quitters never win.
If you’re ill-fated, it’s not your sin,
Take it positively, whether you fail,
Mold you harder and sharper like a nail,
Because slow and steady wins the race,
It does not matter how shorter is your pace.
And be steadfast and not falter,
Have you viewed a rein like a halter,
A pulse-less thing but controls,
Horses' cab and their souls,
A feeble man who empowers his energies,
Can defeat the world with countless mysteries,
Until one has faith in his qualities and capabilities,
One won’t be able to surmount with possibilities,
Reach the summit or go in-depth of the deep ocean,
Overcome all your difficulties with a steady motion,
Wake up, young man; it’s not a dream,
So get over worries and have a big beam.
Aptly said and boldly spoken.
Chess is over
lacking all stakes and honor.
Every Black chess player went to Checkmate,
All others forfeit!
Let's ignore the real someone and scatter back homewards.
"We didn't much play him, Good Folks, but remember
In this world so dishonest,
We're dressed up quite nicely.
And, oh yeah, Chess is a serious endeavor. . ."
He's undefeated, not Dead
so just hold the Presses.
Once he's passed let me know,
with however badly he suffered.
To work towards a chess tournament ten foolish years,
To be recognized, honored, and considered a Legend. . .
But, hey, we're Checkmated Winners,
So just don't cause that trouble!
Since he's owed chess monies now, and it's about that that you're asking,
Now listen up People,
We said he won't get his own money!
In this life there is no such word as losers.
We are all in search of our own little victories.
Some of us will win pride through success
and others will achieve strength through failure.
Who gives us the right to divide people into winners and losers
22.12.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poetry Contest
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2th place in the contest
Those who sit and study
how hard the work shall be,
indeed they are the ones
who shall fail.
But those who sit
and study the hard work,
indeed they are the ones
who shall prevail.
There once was a contest winners page.
I heard that it was all the rage.
People would go there to see,
If they had sweet victory,
But, it's been gone for a coons age.