event
shot put
spinning fast
the shot is put
strength
HUMILITY FOUND
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When ego's fragile form begins to fade,
a limitless expanse of soul appears.
The boundaries that once bound and confined,
now stretch, expand, transform, and astound.
In losing the ego self, another universe is found,
a world of wonder, limitless, and esoteric.
The chains of comparison are severed;
they no longer bind, no longer suffocate either you or me.
The prison of competition is left behind,
unfettered, enlightenment grows.
In this vast and open place, humility also grows, and
a web of love and Divine interconnectedness prevail.
I met a beautiful song today
The melody was outstanding
The lyrics were commanding
I was compelled to pay attention
I was drawn to this musical connection
So that I began to hum
I encountered an awesome rendition
The arrangement was unbelievable
The composition was unachievable
Except by an angel’s finger
Except by a moment that lingered
So that my feet were carried along
Today I was kissed by the music
The harmony was distracting
The chords were exacting
I was unable to be restrained
My heart has forever changed
My world was altered by a song
Happy Mother’s Day!
Hooray, should I say?
Nay! ‘Tis naught but disarray you fool
I dodge ducks – their beluga-toned feathers at least–
and the platinum pillows from whence they came
Whizzing by like my long four years of fame,
Eggs of pikachu hue, toast of darkest sinew
Oh no, I must go
She’s as happy as a blobfishy
How was I to know
Her special day was two months ago?
chiffon ruffles of peach and blue
delicate and delectable
adorned with sequins and pearls
worn by a gentlewoman from France
her taste is exquisite, chic and posh
adorned in this creation
she gave Cinderella a bit of competition
Cyrano de Bergerac
entered a race
not fleet of foot
but hoping to place
tho' quick off the mark
the competition so tough
kept him on his toes
when the going got rough
yet setting the pace
he won by a nose...
the schnozz on his face
With apologies to Edmond Rostand (1868 – 1918)
Pride & Competition
AS Much As I
HATE Losing...
Winning Is: Far
Far
Worse.
I Get SOOO----------000
Excited To Play!
Goodness Gracious.
Don't.
Bubble-Brain'ed-Fat-SO---------0.
Get WAYYYYYYYY Over Your
Fat-Headed Self.
Again?
-Gray Squirrel
06-11-2025
They were snowy white with streaks of hot flesh
From Holland, of course, hybrids with a fancy name
We other tulips felt plain and boring next to them
Where were they being planted? I stretched to see.
Sighing in relief when I saw they were in the next bed.
It was bad enough I had to share with the morning glories.
And the tiger lilies and the bleeding hearts.
I did not need any more serious competition
My blade is sharper, so they claim.
And his hoe is blunt.
Each voice raised is struggling to rise above the noise,
eyeing for supremacy,
living to convince,
competing for dominance,
quarreling to belittle, demean, and degrade.
I found that armchair broken and fixed it.
The chicken you ate when you paid your dowry was mine.
So it goes.
But both are travelers.
Come harvest time, behind those bushes they will disappear.
No inheritance, pension, or gratuity—except what they sent forth.
Had we not wasted our time,
we would have been of paradise.
But we departed with enmity.
We are now roasted in grief.
Life is just a game of
breathing in and breathing out.
Keep breathing and keep smiling.
In the name of civilization,
they have made life a competition.
Let us take it as a game,
play well and have fun all along.
Life is not about winning or losing,
it is about living and learning.
More than the victories, failures
teach us a lot and make us wise.
We may think, many are living easy.
May be, we are at the difficult
level of the game and they are
at the easy or medium levels yet.
Life is just a game of
breathing in and breathing out.
Keep breathing and keep winning.
I come from a hick town
we stare at the woman
competition on
A town of five thousand when I was a child
the shoe factory pulled out
so make that twenty-five hundred.
that’s nothing Gladys says
we kids rode cows to school through the field
no paved roads
everyone had corn fields, my town was twelve hundred.
twelve hundred! That is a metropolitan center!
My town had forty-two houses
We were all related; only two hundred and forty-six of us
in 1971.
How many kids were in your graduating class?
This query is from Lizzie, she is joining the fray.
“Twenty-one,” the woman said proudly.
“That’s huge!” Lizzie informed her.
“There were eight in my class; six boys and two girls.”
rural America
one hick town socialite to another
bragging rights for one
as soon as we crown the winner
Mrs. C and Mrs. H. had a little competition
They did not call it that, but their husbands knew.
It was a baking challenge, not featured on TV.
and their men benefited big time from it.
Mrs. C. held a coffee at her house on Tuesdays.
She served scrumptious desserts with whipped cream.
One time there was a pastry with oozing blueberries.
Today her concoction was stacked high with pancakes.
Mrs. H. would ooh and ahh and comment, but secretly seethe.
Her coffees were on Thursdays, and it was difficult to top Mrs. C’s pastries.
The husbands begged to come along, knowing what treat was in store.
On Thursday Mrs. H. served a quintessential peach cobbler.
They have done it again! The men retired to their couches for naps.
The women congratulated each other.
That is two days a week we can do what we want, they agreed.
Loving that they had put their husbands into a diabetic trance of sorts.
I really must stress,
I'm not ashamed of my N/A necklace.
We all place in some contests,
lose some too despite our best.
The literary world has rejection,
but we must pause for reflection.
A poem one judge may not choose,
another may select so don't feel the blues.
Our poetry tells its own story,
be it an elegy, haiku, sonnet, or humorous-
Penning it has its own glory.
So when an N/A appears,
I don't have tears,
we should write for ourselves first,
and watch a new day dawn in a sunburst. ~
Let's all celebrate
Motivate and innovate
Let's all have incredible fun
The one that will last more than a lifetime
Every four years, it is that time
Again and again, let's us sprint, jump, run
Like happy rabbits, like flying cheetahs
Let's us enjoy all sports and the hoopla
Let's witness and win the gold medals
Many records will be broken
It is about doing our best and to have fun
Let's bring the torch, the flowers and the petals
Let's bring the doves, the love and the sandals
These are the Olympics, let's unite forever
And laugh all the way to the river
The bikers are coming, the rowers are here
Let's have the party of the century
Let's watch the volleyball players
Invite the drunkards and the smokers
Who are already sadly out of breath
Let's pray that they don't see an early death
Let's win the medals
And decorate the stadiums with lights and petals
May the world remain beautiful
Where there are no weak losers, only strong winners
May the world remain peaceful and wonderful
Where there are no lousy losers, only lovely winners.
Copyright © July 2012, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
LIFE IS NOT A COMPETITION
Life is not a competition,
It is a journey we all must take,
Not a race for recognition,
But a path for us to make.
We each have our own pace,
No need to compare or compete,
In this world there is enough space,
For all of us to find our own seat.
Let's embrace our unique ways,
And celebrate each others success,
In unity we will always have a say
And find the true joy in happiness.
let us support and uplift eachother
Instead of trying to outshine one another
Life is not a competition but vanity
Love and humility should be our priority.
PricelessPEN
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