IN THE CLARIFICATION OF
POETIC SPORTSGENDERSHIP
Competition
in life,
Is the sharing
Of love
And its
Divine wisdom~
Navigating
Guidance:-
In life’s
competition,
Enlightenment
Is sown:
All equally
reaping:-
Thus be
The nature of
Poetic
Sportsmanship~
Sportswomanship~
In its sharing
oneness
Of its
Nourishing fruits:-
I saw her in the marathon
She was limber and lithe and slim
Between mallards like a swan
I had the urge to show off, to win
She glided over the London route
Like water flowing around a stone
Like an ethereal tune from a flute
I passed her, and I ran alone.
I got to the ending tape
There was a man waiting with a kid
He hugged her out of shape
Because of the time she did
Then I realized I'd run the best
Even if I felt like a dupe
Chasing that wisp, I'd beaten the rest
Of the motley crew in my age group.
Around my neck, a medal for the course
The cameras clicked, people cheered
Newspapers said I was a dark horse
Out of nowhere, I had appeared.
I saw her walking toward the park
Her husband carrying her gear
She didn't know she’d been my spark
And suddenly my head was clear.
Oh, I saw her in the marathon
A silver stream for the duration
And now that breathless day is gone
I'll take the motivation.
She was a phantom in the crowd
A beautiful, fleeting sign
She made me run till I was proud
Until I crossed that finish line.
Nothing stirs
Cut off from the work I knew
Which way
Shall I set out to rescue myself?
Peace
Frantic man, be at peace
Peace
Anxious soul, be at rest.
I am
A soul reunited with its body
I remember
Exactly where I went.
Where in the world does satisfaction dwell?
Tempt a poor with money once.
He will let out such a wail
Dissatisfied faces gather in a bunch.
I witnessed those drowned in greed
Ones I believed were a symbol of sanctity.
Though terrified to question their creed
Yet I know without desires exist no entity.
I stumbled one day in a forest
When looked up, displayed a competition.
Trees shot toward the sun, leaving behind the rest
They stifle, subjugate and obstruct without hesitation.
Rivers yet are quite manipulating
They carve a compelling story
Once acknowledged as calmed, now invading
Eroded, shoveled and marked its territory.
This Title
I desired this title
The becoming of a mother
I immersed myself in the odyssey
Discarding all that was solitary
I can see the seasons more clearly
As they guide me through your years
Until you no longer need to hold my hand
Until your footprints are larger than mine in the sand
My happiness in having birthed you will change
Allowing me to grow the child into the adult
Not for shortage of stones did Stone Age end,
How a Saudi minister chose to fend
For Oil Age in some rage,
And yet, causing shortage,
Trump sure would render it a helping hand.
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Happenings | 05.04.2026 | completion, humour, political, limerick
Note: In a game of cartels versus competition and self-interest, when UAE withdrew from OPEC cartel, a Saudi minister reacted as shown in this ditty. UAE’s decision is not altruistic in favour of completion, in larger good of the world still. Yet alas, cartels and self-interest are common all over the world—overt or covert.
Under a lot of pressure.
Perform or else that's it for you.
The competition is most fierce.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Freedom is a birthright—
No one has the right
To tread on anyone’s foot
On the pretext
Of one’s own freedom.
Everyone has the freedom
To punch the air
Or swing one’s hand,
But that hand must
Stop short of others.
Like the kite we fly,
Freedom is conditional.
Kite flyers fight
To bring down
One another’s kite.
The powdered glass
On the twine
Sharpens the twine
To sever the kite
At the point of contact
Both try to cut off
The other's kite
By pulling the twine
Or by releasing more twine
To create friction
Finally, the winner
Severs the kite
Of the loser
And the severed kite
Glides down to the ground
Now, whose freedom
Is superior?
The one that is severed
And becomes absolutely free
But what if it falls to the ground?
Or, the one that is still
Tied to the twine,
The spool, and the kite flyer
But soars higher and higher
Into the sky?
trusting myself to finally take my lead
never seen any competition if so concede
attention's on my actions expectation to fail
looking like fools my skills surely prevail
no bragging to boast for a shameful taunt
just being me has caused a haunt
my words have motivational and influential range
is that possible from a mind that's said to be derange
don't be shame of the unethical plays in your game
you lost fair and square so whose the blame
exemplified my win with gratitude and grace
hope you took notes to better your next race
like i said, "there's no competition"
no more to say this my benediction
Can the works of love
Live in the fog of fascism?
In the boiling vapours of hate
Which seep into the fabric of harmony
Where no green hills nor panoramic views
Can compete with the symmetry of Hitler’s plazas
And the waving bands of swastikas
Poems galore for readers to explore
Old and new offers from poets’ coffers
Embracing contest aim not seeking fame
Twenty six miles – all sorts of styles
Rich pictures unfold through writing so bold
Yielding many tales such quality prevails
Mammoth event was organiser’s intent
At all rounds, poetic prowess abounds
Race to submit as none want to quit
A miscellany of writing, the output so inviting
Ten places each mile, ten people smile
Happy to compete, others content in defeat
Onward to end of run, it’s been a journey of fun
No more waits in anticipation, nor moments of such elation
Thank you Mark!
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
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