Best Wins Poems
[Verse 1]
In the still of the evening, under stars that shine,
A man stands quietly, knowing she's divine,
Got a heart full of love that he can't contain,
When he sees her hurting, he feels the pain.
Oh, but through the shadows, she finds her light,
With the beauty of her smile, everything feels right.
Like a warm embrace, wrapped in her grace,
In the story of their love, she holds the place.
[Chorus]
So she leans in to kiss him tonight,
Holding all their memories, everything feels right.
What a life it's been, oh, how love wins,
Through every single moment, true love begins.
[Verse 2]
They could never explain the feelings inside,
A forever love so deep, with no goodbyes.
Even in the night, they find a way to play,
In every challenge faced, they never sway.
Through difficult times, they've made their prayer,
Together they stand, knowing love's always there.
This is simply Jim and Betty's way,
In their hearts, they've crafted a life to stay.
[Chorus]
So he leans in to kiss her tonight,
Holding all their memories, everything feels right.
What a life it's been, oh, how love wins,
Through every single moment, true love begins.
[Bridge]
This crazy, messed up world keeps spinning around,
With absurdity raging, true love's still found.
He knows her every thought without a single word,
One glance from her eyes speaks more than he's heard.
In the depth of their love, it feels like a start,
Every touch and whisper ignites both their hearts.
[Chorus]
So she leans in to kiss him tonight,
Holding all their memories, everything feels right.
What a life it's been, oh, how love wins,
Through every single moment, true love begins.
[Outro]
With each passing season, day in and day out,
They'll face the world together, never a doubt.
In the story of their lives, love’s the sweetest phrase,
True love wins forever, in a heartfelt blaze.
Charley has taken his class hostage; he is seven.
His classmates are terrified of his out-of-control behaviors.
There is a perpetual glare on his face, he seems angry always.
He snarls and growls, sneers, and prowls around as they try
to do their work. His work is on the floor where he has thrown it.
or it is in the garbage can where he has crumpled or ripped it.
He punched an adult guest in the solar plexus last week in front
of his classmates, shocking them. The adult forgave him, saying it was
no big deal, but some of his peers are more afraid of him now.
In an effort to encourage him to be good, Charley is able to win
prizes for his good behaviors. He has won sixteen prizes
this week for following rules other children have always followed –
a prize for staying in class for ten minutes, a prize for not hitting anyone
for fifteen minutes, a prize for not destroying property for an hour.
We are incredulous that the Prize-Awarders can keep up with Charley’s prizes.
Charley is proud of his multitude of prizes, he flaunts them daily, in front
of the classmates he terrorizes minute by minute. He gets a prize if he does
not hit someone for an hour, and another prize for not breaking a windshield.
Other children in first grade who used to behave beautifully are now breaking
windshields, and punching adults.
No one can figure out why.
When it is time to silver sleep
I find if he isn't next to me
I get a little less pink peace
And chose a little anxiety
I say chose because instead
Of dreaming he is in my blue bed
I fret and pout within my hazel head
Knowing it's a sin as we've not wed
But I will pray for enlightenment
And one day I will not emerald sin
But tonight my maroon heart wins
Though alone love deep within.
A Thursday afternoon—rain tapping its fingers
against the glass, impatient, like the aching in my ribs,
the one I could not name.
Write down four small wins for thirty days, the DJ said.
No fireworks, no epiphanies—just the whisper
of something lighter than a promise.
Day One: I watched the steam rising from my coffee,
the way it curled like a question mark. A win for patience.
Day Seven: I noticed the barista remembered my order.
A victory, small as a sugar cube, but it dissolved sweet on my tongue.
Day Fifteen: Rain again, but this time I opened the window,
let the damp air press its forehead to mine.
A win—feeling the weather, not just enduring it.
Day Thirty: The unnamed ache hadn’t vanished,
but now it shared the room with other things~
a handful of glinting, ordinary moments
I’d gathered like scattered coins,
enough to buy back a little of the light.
The demon always wins.
You love thus you live.
You fly until death,
then the demon has fun.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely
Your fun is forever gone.
As if before was a fargone memory,
Now your curse has continued on.
Demon has taken my heart,
tearing my soul apart.
If it were an art,
then...
I am doomed...
Stranded on the road, closed up tight in her shell
Too frightened to head out of the heavy traffic
I took the turtle home to make sure all was well.
She was hungry for she hadn’t eaten since a day
So I dug up four juicy earthworms and put in a bin
The first worm wiggled but the turtle didn’t prey.
We sat quietly and waited and waited and waited
Ants crawled across the pavement and we waited
Hummingbirds buzzed overhead and we waited.
Finally I noticed her eyes tracking a worm,
Slowly shifting her body in right direction
Snapped opened her jaws, picked up the worm
And gummed it to death as turtles lack teeth.
Was full after two worms, a bit in mouth like a cigar
Autism in turtles is a successful failure
Its shell, an amazing self-defense mechanism
Carry their homes and are always at home
Self sufficient mostly, long life, and endurance
Proving the proverb, “Slow and steady wins the race”.
** Inspired by a visit to Myrtle Beach State Park, SC (eastern box turtle
(Terrapene carolina carolina)
July 30, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
There is no greater feeling than to be alive and free
Spending our lives on God's green earth
Reveling in the warmth of yet another sun filled day
The rainy days are sent to us only to remind us
How much we appreciate dear old Mr. Sol
It's what keeps us alive in anticipation of his return
The sun is the source of everything we have here on Earth
We revel in it's ray but also cover up
When we get too much of a good thing
It can be extremely harmful
Which also applies to us here on earth
Everything in moderation should be our motto
It's evident every where we wander
The trick is not to go overboard
When you discover something exhilarating
Just remember, “slow and steady wins the race!”
That shouldn't stop us from enjoying life
We just need to step back every once in a while
Take stock and appreciate everything we have...
NOT what we don't have!
This may sound like a lecture from this old geezer
But there's one thing I do have...
That's a lifetime of experience
© Jack Ellison 2014
Surrendering innocence;
lust acquiesces to sin.
And fuels fledgling feelings;
convinced love will always win.
You revel in the pleasures
inflated egos conceive.
Yet, wooed by convincing lies:
you find emotions deceive.
And it hurts to play the dunce;
watching your dreams fall apart.
But it is not the first time
sadness has broken your heart.
Somewhere between frowns and smiles,
there's a place where doubts take shape.
And they can drive you to tears;
seeking a means of escape.
Praying for help from above,
you admit you've made mistakes.
And yet, you still long for love,
as suddenly, Hope awakes.
All lifeforms are
merely temporary
inhabitants of
planet Earth.
Man's time a
millisecond hidden
in the vastness of
space
Yet innocents still
suffer needlessly
again and again
In war; No One Wins.
I am the earth to your ocean
The shore that you seek
Your tides are a sweet carress
Urging me to breathe
Winds carry you to me
Both softly and rushing in
There is no resistance to you
The inevitable always wins
(May 6th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved)
We emigrated from England to Rhodesia, I was just
Seven when I began grade two,
My wonderful father always there if I wanted a
Cuddle or a good old boo-hoo,
My English still rocky as I was mostly
Greek speaking,
When I came home with a story of strange
And mistakable reading,
O daddy I uncountably sobbed, I just
Don’t understand,
Why at school today in my class all the
Children just laughed,
My teacher asked, who will tell me what
We have learnt today,
I put up my hand, Mrs Bell, I said proudly, we learnt
About a dairy, and a mouse called Molay
My father laughed, tousled my hair,
My dear cheeky dolly,
Your mouse is Molly and your dairy is a diary
No, i said still tears streaming down,
My face, it was about Molay and a dairy,
Fair enough my Greek- English young lady,
Let us write in your diary about Molay and the dairy.
A TRUE STORY WHICH I NEVER LIVED DOWN
Yankees twenty- seven times
maybe some of them were crimes
Cardinals won eleven
taking their fans to heaven
and the Red Sox won eight
I do appreciate
a few teams tied with five
keeping the love alive
Winning millions, Fred acted insane,
Raced his new Benz and crashed in the rain.
All that money he won
Went for surgeries done
To repair both his body and brain!
For Susan Burch's
Lottery Ticket Limerick Poetry Contest
Strong, gladiator,
Thine blade is sharp also swift.
Thou fight for honor, glory.
For thine, love of heart.
Back and forth thee thrusts are keen.
Ye stand so bravely with brass.
Await opponents.
Scarcely; they approach, knowing,
Their fate of death from thine sword,
Though they know, quickly,
Thy; shall place your victory.
Among the past forces, well,
Their souls shall raise high,
By next arenas battle,
Another blazes thine sword.
written for
Sponsor Amy Green
Contest Name Choka for a Chokehold
There once was a branding woman that worked on a ranch
She ran through woods looking behind every branch
Frantic to find a tolerant male to arrange wedding plans
Her methods guaranteed producing orangutang comedians
Also, her cranky, exuberant life made the ranchers blanch
Grandmother arranged a meeting to hear Francine's rants
Knowing Granddaughter's strange ways warranted determents
Temperance must transcend the errant flagrant desires
As firebrands marked her ignorance with intolerant stares
Piranha guilt sprang up for ransom, pondering the real tyrants
The assurance of wrangling from parents with adulterant ways
Francine, and Frank, alone on the veranda during their days
Siblings needing the furtherance of love and instruction
Suffered the hindrance of rancid marital destruction
Random attention translated strangely, creating two castaways
The children, under the guidance of the grandest of grandparents
In arranged tranquil surroundings, estranged from things of ambivalence
Grown from a cankerous start into the fragrant innocence of youth
But for the lack of francs, school in France could deal better, in truth
The appearance of courtship years made the need for etiquette transparent
The end of the tale transports us two years forward
With genteel manners granting old wisdom its reward
Frank now owns the ranch where the ranchers work
And Francine branded by a marriage proposal from a local Grange clerk