~ A Story You'll Surely Adore ~
('Suicide's a Pain')
As I was about to enter the store
I was smacked by a malfunctioning door
Without so much as the slightest warning
or a perfunctory good morning
Astonished more than stunned
I took off at a brisk run
to inform the manager-on-duty
of the door that had greeted me so rudely…
When I’d finished my story, to my utter surprise
the manager muttered: “Lies, lies, nothing but lies”
My jaw dropped and I exclaimed, “Why? Why? Why?”
the manager replied, “We’ve an epidemic of spies”
“Spies from our competitors,” he continued
“that’s why we smacked you upside your head”
In disbelief and rage, I said, “Well, I never” –
pivoted right back into that door ~
and keeled over dead
Categories:
competitors, humor, imagination, irony,
Form: Couplet
A message to all worthy competitors in the Marathon this year.
It should be about camaraderie and having fun. When the finish line is crossed, I hope you'll have found that your time spent in participating has been worthwhile, and no one will be congratulating a plagiarizer or a machine.
I'm not taking part, (with apologies and admiration, Mark). There are too many issues that have been causing havoc in the Soup and because of them I'm seldom here. CHEERS to poets who run a good race!
Categories:
competitors, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
the crowd you hang with
is ‘sophisticated’
everyone sporting
new duds
new cars
new women in bars
my make-do threads
barely seem decent
you said I had to change
as I don’t fit in
your friends toasting
the roasting
of competitors
I bore you with
my interests
my needs
my walks in parks
paths for self-doubt
you said I had to change
as I don’t fit in
you said I had to change
my thoughts
my ways
if I wanted to win
in the relationship
to impress, dazzle
people I didn’t know
or wanted to know
you said I had to change
'cause I don’t belong
yes, I have changed
a new dawn
a new dream
I no longer need you
to validate me
I now fit in
with myself
you said
I had to change
be as it may
I hate to burst
your lone
fragile bubble
but now
YOU don’t fit in
as I have changed
Categories:
competitors, change,
Form: Free verse
Checked it flag
A stand out soapbox
All in grey
Challenger in a race
Speed of competitors
It was fast like a Greyhound Dog
Grey color gets attention
Had to mention
Grey soapbox named “ROADHOG”
As the wheels accelerated more and more
It was definite that the soapbox was going to even the score
Faster Faster and Faster
Maneuvering here and there
The soapbox was beyond compare
Ahead of its time
Throughout the soapbox race
Every competitor was in a chase
Winner to be
A let see
Who will cross the finish line?
You guessed it, the Roadhog being the grey soapbox
Cheers and roars
Undefeated challenger
Winner took all
Soapbox winner call.
Categories:
competitors, adventure, appreciation, character, color,
Form: Free verse
A Greyhound Racing Dog
More than Bite and Bark
A Champion Breed
Determined to always succeed
A winner with a proceed
Greeta’s face pictured on Campaign Billboards
A look
Aim to attract for Advertising jobs
Famous throughout
Audience attention when she is racing about
Greeta is the logo on every Greyhound Bus
People cheer when they see her face
On every Greyhound bus she goes place to place
Greeta known for her acceleration
Faces her competitors with confidence
Moving fast when the Gun blows in an instance
Greeta promise
Winning ways
Numerous awards mount
So many hard to count
Greeta spotlight being the amazing greyhound Dog
Speed and Finesse
Her race scorecards at their best
Greeta is a standalone
Her name of fame is full blown
Categories:
competitors, adventure, appreciation, character, class,
Form: Rhyme
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry,
Time marks a question measured to wrangle,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
First, the chick or egg, begs the novelty,
Harmony and anarchy vie tango,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Highs and lows, trials on trails that Odyssey,
Couples meet ... kneels, and fingers … betrothal,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Germane proportionate necessity,
Bidders will empowerment substantial,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Blind contends, an object than rivalry,
A contest midst, wins or lose, a gamble,
Quantity taxes or pay quality.
Observant confident, sees victory,
The keenly bid, competitors scramble,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Won prize stashed, slips by geniality,
Bewildered notes calm, auctioneer’s gavel,
Quantity taxes or pay quality,
A rainbow or counterflow … symmetry.
Categories:
competitors, celebration, confidence, destiny, dream,
Form: Villanelle
I have enjoyed being a member of Poetry Soup
The group has been kind to me
I have been encouraged to write
And let my thoughts run free
I have made mistakes
And said things where others had disagreed
Sometimes, this exchange of thoughts
It is just what I need,
To assist me in my endeavour to write poetry
Like a pro
We are not competitors; we are members of PS,
So,
Enjoy the camaraderie and let your thoughts run free
Our differences of opinion give us food for thought,
Do you agree?
Categories:
competitors, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Sports Wresting
They sought a style of wrestling
Something legend were made of
Crisp moves showing each combatants
Abilities
Move for move
Move and counter move
Submttive and non submissive
Contestive rule enforced grappling
Blow for blow showing ahworld each
Competitors stance
Allowing to complete to riddle
The frustration of awkwardness
Smoothlines
Punch and counter punch
Move and counter move
Graceful exercusion allowing
Each combatants talents to be showcased
Winners defined by each stipulation
Wrestling
Pure and simple
Professional wrestlinbeyond the specticaul in in the midst of belonging
I cling to love:might should shield me
In every realm I am he
Who is champion
Might ah- world see.
I speak my name
Oh glorious
Crowned or uncrowned
In God we Trust
Categories:
competitors, analogy, engagement, integrity, language,
Form: Bio
Kalamazoo kids went off to war
leaving giddy gals to go forward in fractured
factories ~from music to munitions
gay guitars would wait until battered boys
came hurriedly home...
or would they wait?
The thought was there but Gibson's gals
did not care for world war and behind
the building's walls would give guitars
attuned attention; first making munitions
then manufacturing those magical music guitars.
The Gibson Factory in Kalamazoo, Michigan is known for its iconic guitars... During World War II, many of Gibson’s competitors had switched to munition-making in an effort to support the war at home. Gibson followed suit—on the surface, at least. While it did hire more women than any other guitar-turned-munitions manufacturer, these women weren’t just making bullets—they were also making guitars. Specifically, the Kalamazoo Gals made Gibson’s Banner line of guitars, which were later used by musicians like Buddy Holly and Woody Guthrie. ~Atlas Obscura
Categories:
competitors, war,
Form: Alliteration
Some way from the Firth of Forth
A shoal of glittering mackerel
Swirls and sways
Swells with the sea from silver to black
Flashes white and back to silver and grey
A humpback whale
Juddering its leathery jaws together
With a throatful of panicked fish
For a moment it bobs in place
Then sinks down slowly again
To await its next prey
But some fish get away
Dash, dash, dash
Gannets with wingtips a-black
In fizzing copper-green dive bomb
Pinning their wings back
Weaving, spiral bubbles rising
They spear the blank-eyed fish
And paddle away
In the tidal pools by the beach
Where the tiny sea herds crawl
Hermit crabs pick at morsels
Washed up by the tide
Snipping with their pincers
To nibble mackerel tails
They ward off competitors with their giant claws
Crabby-crawl tiny sea herds
Squabble in the pools of the micro-sea
But steal when you can the more beautiful shell
Of a crab that is greater than thee.
Categories:
competitors, adventure, animal, earth, environment,
Form: Verse
People want to pull me downtown Lester Brown
they wear sandals on their feet and my head wears a crown
prizes in their wicked eyes a cricket wicket bouncing highs
inside I’m a lion pride and they’re all pesky little flies
they land they bite but I don’t die never will but still they try
aiming all this hate at me competitors apparently
beating me would make their day but I’m not bothered anyway
some times they will celebrate
they say that I have been beaten
but I have no idea until one of them starts speaking
what they deem a victory doesn’t feel like a defeat
so I don’t even argue I just let them have their treat
they are not my competition but I’m the one they seek
they think if they pull me down they will not be so weak
blind to the fact whatever happens they’ll be the same freak
backwards people think this way they don’t stand from their seat
hoping that somebody will fall down on the concrete
so I’ll be the prize that they size up
I’m an Olympic medal
but I’ve heard of times they’ve mess up
the chain’s off as they pedal
making me the champion
and them Olympic Special
Categories:
competitors, jealousy, judgement, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
In my history book title " African's Hidden Treasure"
There was a military commander who used to recite
his poems and sing songs on trees in his gardens.
One day he organised a contest of women dancers
which cost his life few weeks after the competition.
He was accused to cheat with the woman champion
Because she got a big trophy than her competitors.
One of the jealous women propagated false news
Which frustrated the husband of the woman winner
And ended up shooting his colleague due to rumour.
The son of the dead poet and commander wanted
to pay revenge but his colleagues rejected
that idea as they prepared to overthrow the king.
An affordable price was setting according
to commanders agreement as they needed
more soldiers to aid them in the neighbouring land.
Years later on, they entered that land ; started fighting,
they won the war and the son of the poet became king.
he created the Yao Kingdom and Ndindi chiefdom for
the honour of his father who wanted to be king after war.
Categories:
competitors, africa, history,
Form: Narrative
Sabashtain Berlusconi made his
Presence Known
the Chant of
Pactolus the Magnificent
roar every where
He wore the strap of Honor
from
the Pergerus of Digulance'
the sacred beast of the fields
and the Gold from the
Pactolus.
He is said to
be the Uncrowned Champion
of Champions.
he spoke..1<(p/2n)<2
but 1 ( none is Greater!)
He proclaimed him
to be Greatest and Non Greater!
all other are meant to
deceive and are fraudulent
He spoke his male competitors as Undeserving
and there female interest as Strumpetious Elemento!
"Only i am authentic!"
"Only I am Authentic!"
all while Aulos and Oud
chanted pactolus the Magnificent
Hail Pactolus!
Categories:
competitors, music, myth, song, sports,
Form: Ballad
Characters in action
Talents in multiplication
Shapes and sizes of many version
Skills on display with tension
Over the top ropes one would gape
Under the ropes one can escape
Apron of thick mattress
Arena of countless matches
Highlighted are dressed to kill
Fronting the crowd that fill
Seats of spectators that cheer
Feats of competitors, not jeer
Matches roll with blunder
Rumbling and grappling like thunder
Crutches and splints spread over
Bodies of the bruised fall over
Grueling matches live on
Under any pressure show must go on
It's not "business as usual" that linger
Players of theatrics in danger
Venues are slated by dates
Participants stipulated as mates
Previews of expected bouts
Reviews that excite and shouts
Year after year is the Rumble
Inside the ring that crumble
Event that sounds so noble
Fame, not fortune that bubble
A prelude to Wrestlemania
An interlude of regalia
A shot coveted in spotlight
A spot asserted with delight
Let's get ready to rumble!...
Categories:
competitors, character, color, creation, men,
Form: Other
Phwwwwwhht!
Went the high pitched airy sound
From the tiny plastic whistle
And off the competitors raced
Vroom!
The car engines revved
One Male driver with a Mistress in Toyota
Another Female driver with no one in a Honda
Zap!
The race began
Toyota ahead
Honda Behind
Kakpum!
Came the screeching Honda sound
Like the bad guy's tires
In a cops-and-robbers chase
Shreeeerchhhh!
Came the halting Toyota Sound
As the driver and mistress go dumb
With hands above their heads
Phwwwwwhht!
Came the final whistle
The race ended
And none touched the finished line
Waah! Waah!
Came the sound of tears
From onlookers and the surviving competitors
As they stared deep into space
Hahaha!
Came the voice of the judges
Who adored the Toyota Driver’s Bravery
And Condemned the Honda Competitor
Boo!
Came the voice of condemnation
For the Honda Driver
Whom they tagged “Foolish”
Blames filled the air
For both the Toyota and Honda driver
But no one won the chase
So Infidelity remained
Categories:
competitors, abuse, betrayal, death, deep,
Form: Blank verse
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