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A story probably most of you already know.
This took place on a football team not too long ago.
The owner and all the coaches together agreed,
that a star receiver was their immediate need.
The best all-pro pass catcher played for another team.
To have him render his services here was their dream.
Just picturing him wearing their uniform was nice,
as the team knew his presence would come at a high price.
There was competition from others to snare this guy,
but the offer from this owner turned out the most high.
Everyone on the team knew this man was a winner.
Their contract he signed while being treated to dinner.
All greeted him when he appeared at the training camp.
As he went through the drills, they felt the team was a champ.
Throughout the season, he coupled with the quarterback,
Together, they composed a high-scoring pass attack.
Best winning record in the Conference they achieved,
To go all the way was what many fans had believed.
When the team played in the Super Bowl in Jacksonville,
that great big coveted trophy eluded them still.
This receiver stayed out of camp before next season.
His thought that he was worth more money was his reason.
The owner said “You signed a contract to play with us,
so report to the training place and end all this fuss!”.
So his demands for higher pay were then retracted.
Soon, the team became annoyed with the way he acted.
The coach said “We’re suspending you without any pay.
Clean out your locker; I‘ve had enough of you today!”
The fact that this man has played his last game for the team
is quite apparent now, and a big shame it would seem.
There are some other teams with a wide receiver need.
If he gets a new chance, then this advice he should heed:
Please control yourself, and keep your mouth in a pucker;
should you get the urge to call the coach a ____________.
(I’m letting the readers fill in the blank.)
There's no need to worry, who wants to steal your work?
You think that under every stone, some thieves may lurk;
I wish they would - they may have more success than me,
perhaps they might get the credit for decent mystery.
Someone said they changed websites because of abuse,
don't say everything's wonderful, be smart, hang loose;
one guy called me a 'f------ ****,' just be a mouse,
what would you expect from someone like a scouse.
I won a competition, someone liked me after all,
but then how could you resist something so magical;
my wife also writes, with perception, iron with feeling,
a good team - she does the ironing and I do the stealing.
Check your bank account - the scammers might clear you out,
before you start wondering what all this security's about.
A furry little caterpillar
Crawled onto my knee
He turned into a butterfly
And landed in a tree
Beside him was a humming bird
Sucking pollen from a rose
When down fell an inchworm
That landed on my nose
A little baby bunny rabbit
Hopped onto my lap
When I started petting him
His ears began to flap
I came across a rooster
Sitting on a fence
A sign said "you can pet him
For only fifty cents"
As I peeked into a sty
I heard a great big thud
I saw the three little piggy's
Rolling in the mud
I looked up in the sky
And I saw a lonesome goose
I whistled "where are you flying to"
He replied. "to visit Dr. Seuss
The Doctor wasn't in that day
But a cool cat in a hat
Offered him green eggs and ham
Well what d' you make of that!
Sponsored by: charles messina
24/07/18
Dr Seuss competition
THEY THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT BOUGHT THEIR
EXISTENCE INTO BEING
THEY QUESTIONED HOW SOME MIGHT FEEL
WHAT THEY WERE TRYING TO DO COULD
POSSIBLY CAUSE OTHERS TO THINK ILL OF THEM
THEY SOUGHT REMEDIES TO PROBLEMS THAT DIDN'T EXIST
AND FOUND SOLUTIONS FOR THINGS THAT MIGHT GO WRONG
THEY SOUNDED AND RESOUNDED
TO HAVE ALL WHO BELIEVE IN WHAT THEY WERE DOING
TO BE RIGHT.
WE THAT CARE NEED TO FIX WHATS WRONG WITH US
BEFORE SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T CARE BREAKS US APART
ONE SPOKE. THESE TIMES CREATE TENSION
AND FROM EACH START, IT SEEMS WE SEE A FINISH
THAT EACH NEW BEGINNING IS AN END FOR SOMETHING ELSE.
ONE SAID MAYBE IF WE STOP TEACHING THEM WRONG WE MIGHT
FIND AWAY TO TEACH THEM RIGHT,
ANOTHER ANSWERED TO SABOTAGE WHAT WE DO IN THE EFFECT OF
HINDERING OUR COMPETITION
MEANS SETTING THE LEVEL SO HIGH, THAT OTHERS WILL QUESTION THEMSELVES AND BE DOUBTFUL
OF THEIR OWN ABILITIES.
DRINK THE NECTAR FROM THE FRUITED PLAINS
TO STRENGTHEN THE BODY.
READ WHAT THE FORBEARERS HAD WRITTEN TO STRENGTHEN THE MIND.
BUILD YOUR STRENGTH AND STRENGTHEN YOUR CRAFT, AND THE WORLD
WILL NEAL BEFORE YOU!
With joy and jubilation today,
The strong batter smiled and perspired
As he ran the bases, so greatly admired.
A lesson, though, for poets all.
Just write, must each poem be in a contest?
Much each poem be a blatant conquest?
Is there no pure joy in what we do?
I think there is, through and through.
Personally, I find no joy in being better than you.
It’s a grand gift to show a bit of humility.
Not, “ I am so much better than thee!”
“Being the Star on the Poetry Tree.”
Write to embrace another soul!
Poets, hear me, whether young or perchance, old.
You are loved as is, you see, we need not be sold.
Poetry is not a major league sport.
It moves the soul and touches sparkling hearts.
Far, far too many, forget it really is an art.
6-26-2022
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Our heroine Dorothy is caught up in a storm,
She looks around as she lands, unbeknown will transform
Children’s dreams in an adventurous way,
With her new friends, let’s say hurray,
Magic shoes travel The Yellow Brick Road, not the norm.
They discovered the Wizard Of Oz was human, a con,
But gave Scarecrow his much wanted brains, wow he won,
The Tin Woodman was given a heart,
Which he wanted from the start,
Cowardly Lion made brave , ruled all beasts under the sun.
Witch East splattered by Dorothy's house landing, she was bad,
Grateful Good Witch North, gives Dorothy magic shoes, Dorothy glad,
Bad Witch West dissolved with water, airfoam,
Good Witch South Glinda, sends Dorothy home,
Click your heels Dot, destination Kansas, a fairy-tale grand.
HEADING – FIRST TWO LINES OF JUDY GARLAND’S SONG
Poetry Competition; Wizard Of Oz Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Date: 2024/11/23
Placed 1st in the contest
Commercial season in its full swing
boats afloat dot foggy harbor scene
we're off like a prom dress
let's catch a mega-mess
barbs a'flyin', some even obscene
Wish 'em up! Catch 'em up! Bend the rod!
tease with the herring, but not the cod.
weekend revolution
curse the thoughtless googans
less than seventy-three inch outlawed
find the school of herring, find the whale
there we'll drop anchor and chum the trail
drop the bait, throw the chum
if we chum, they might come
pull the hook, hear our woebegone wail
youngsters have chum methodology
squid-haddock mix no apology
chumbalaya soup
up goes the loud whoop
they sing a joyful doxology!
they cut the chum and then throw it in
expecting to catch a big blue fin
they hook the herring
the beeps a'blaring
land the fat cow that was in a spin!
It’s a big, fat, slob – a screamer!
if it’s a shark, you’re a dreamer
come on baby, bite me
on the hook, excite me
it’s a blue fin clever schemer
tails up! it’s safely on the deck
all this work is for a paycheck
pink, fat, and greasy
some make it easy
who’s in the lead, they’re neck ‘n neck
over the rail and into the pail
back to the dock to make a big sell
dollars, six to 28,
900 pounder is great
turn and burn, we're off to find the whale
at end-of-day when season is done
competition end, who's number one
some were lost, some were gained
tuna species sustained
next year, another season will run
(For Beloved Pets competition, submitted June 16th 2015)
Tell-tale marks from your last climb, those claw marks in the paper
removing the wall coverings better than a shop bought scraper
the light pull I have had to change, the curtain cords as well
shampooed the landing carpet three times now to clear the smell
each week another dead rodent and slugs, just one or two
you've turned the space behind the couch into your private zoo
The scratch posts I sent back (good job that I kept the receipts)
since for that job the table leg you find is hard to beat
sticky gunk on cushions, God knows where you'd picked that up
and leaping on the counter knocking off my favourite cup
getting me to climb, at my age, up into the tree
to rescue you but you climbed down and ran off, leaving me
the Fire department had a laugh, but no, you didn't care
but sashayed off, oblivious, long tail held in the air
piles of towels for drying you from days spent in the rain
on next door neighbour's garage roof, governing your domain
the Doctor says my blood pressure is just a little high
I felt I'd lose my dignity if I really told him why
since all it takes it just one look from two bright amber eyes
to soften up the heart of one long suffering old moaner
I love you my Celeste, my Cat, forever-
from your owner x
A small boy is playing baseball in a Summer afternoon.
Imaging that some day would be a famous baseball player.
The group of girls are training to compete someday in an
Olympiad.
They played sports for hours to achieve their most desired dream.
Tim hits a home run for first time in his short time of being playing
Baseball.
He runs the nine innings to assure success in his sports life.
Determination is one of the most valuable traits of Tim.
A star is shining, promising to be an unforgettable Baseball player
to the Baseball Hall of Fame.
Christie and Marien dream to be famous gymnasts in a far future.
They go to the park every day with Tim to let free their imagination.
Perseverance and discipline will be the factors to fulfill the children dreams.
Time will tell if our protagonists reach their goals in life.
Twenty years has passed in Tim, Christie and Marien lives. They are grown up.
Tim is a famous Baseball player known worldwide. His name appears in the
Baseball Hall of Fame.
Christie and Marien compete in an Olympiad. Won gold medal in a gymnastic competition.
Reach for the stars. Every worth while deserves to be tried at least once.
For Oil Paintings 4 & 5
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Third Place
Nayda Ivette
11-19-2015
This tale of my greatest performance
many may think insufficient and small.
I learned a lesson: Don't give in to chance;
if you want something, give it your all!
This tale occurred way back in seventh grade,
when everything is either do or die.
I led cheers in sixth at another school,
and was one of those chosen to now try.
The jury was the high school Varsity.
The competition: lovely Jannance,
who won EVERYTHING so easily
we other three stood barely a chance.
I would act like a cheerleader should be:
peppy, happy, and be sure to yell loud.
Jannance went first and softly spoke the cheer
She wouldn't be heard above any crowd.
Well, I cheered like there were no tomorrows,
and, later that day, I learned I had won.
A lesson I've kept through smiles and sorrows:
We can leap hurdles in life's distance run!
May 12, 2022
The Greatest Performance of my Life Poetry Contest
by JCB Brul
A First Place