Long Contests Poems
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What was that huge thing leaping over the gate?
My eyes did not lie; it was a gargoyle named Nate.
I had not seen him since my birthday when I was eight.
I asked where he had been, and he showed me a skate.
I have been winning contests around the world now.
The spectators are amazed, and all say, “oh wow!”
I skate with only one skate in Sweden and Glasgow.
I asked him if he still tormented my grandpa’s cow.
Bessie is dead, but there are others I bother.
Last Wednesday I annoyed dreams of your father.
He was always a jokester, my gargoyle named Nate.
I was glad that he had stopped by my garden gate.
He stands, mocking, full of his worth
and crowned by stinging opinion
He’s won. By one.
‘Not even one whole point’ I want to say
to everyone - ‘by a rounding error.’
We rejoice in wooden dialogue
snaps are fired, content is captured
I feel ridiculous and awkward
As the great pageant ends,
he leans in, in a hugging action
but I will not grow dainty with this - prince
- and I step out of his hands
"Seriously?” I mumble, shivering.
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.
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There’s an old saying (in my family), "Show me a happy loser and I'll show you a loser - show me an unhappy loser and I'll show you a loser."
James has been rowing since he was aged eleven,
At Peterborough rowing club and at junior events,
But whilst at London Uni a crash sadly broke his back,
So that now he takes part in disability sports contests.
He’s a Legs, Trunk and Arms, LTA mixed cox four,
Racing with Grace Clough and also with Oliver Hester,
Pamela Relph, also Naomi Riches or Oliver James,
Who co-ordinates with cox efforts as he’s no jester.
In the 2014 Worlds in Amsterdam, the Nethherlands,
James with the team won the gold, patted the water,
And in 2015 at the Worlds in Alguebelette in France,
James won with the mixed team another gold garter.
And in the World Cup in Italy in the city of Varese,
In 2015 they collected yet another gold, tight rowing,
And in Rio they rejoiced for a very long few days,
After they took top spot again, owing to their training.
G goblins, ghouls and ghosts
H haunted houses, blood running cold with fright
O ornery children threatened by them
S so they will submit to harried parents
T truthfully I do not like the connotation of the word ghost
H haunting is fascinating to eleven and thirteen-year-olds
U under guise of slumber parties now called sleepovers
N nervous giggling, as they get out the Ouija board
T tittering, in an uncomfortable pre-teen way
E each pushing it toward certain letters
R reacting in horror at what they spell
S sleeping fitfully not in their own beds, imagining the worst.
A am I confused these are lumped together? Yes.
N Not able to understand how they are the same
D daring to enlighten an open-minded reader
S spiritualists follow their heart
P paranormal things happen to them
I intuition shows them a new way of thinking
R reality of theirs must be perceived or understood
I it cannot be explained, it must be felt and lived.
T true to themselves, they know without knowing how they know
U under fire sometimes for beliefs thrust upon them by unseen forces
A angelic messengers seek them out because they receive messages
L long-time persecuted for living with God’s gift of psychic perception
I it has to be experienced, for it cannot be imagined in its fullness.
S Sensing, smelling, occasionally seeing wisps of
T tantalising flecks of something
S Spirit, showing herself, in safety of a believer
9-19-2018 Ghost Hunters and Spiritualists Contests
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
speaking for myself regarding contests
related to poetry, here on soup
let me get this confession off my chest
focus is the divine energy loop
same handle on spiritual forums
I have this yearning to share what I know
that each node in form, bliss sensorium
Gods divine pulse that keeps us all aglow
my contests are simply about God search
that we may each fulfil our life purpose
those closer to love, on higher ranks perch
form and geometry, part of circus
there is learning in participating
humility in lovingly judging
20-April-2021
Judge not lest ye be poetry contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
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support, your comments and advice have been greatly appreciated.
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have gone above and beyond, to be supportive, to give advice, to encourage and just to be
a friend. You know who you are, and I thank you, I thank you, I thank you.
For all the comments that were left on my poems, for stopping by to read, support and
congratulate me, I am so grateful.
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ADOLESCENT SCENES
during the Forties
I was just a lad
growing up
was not so bad
Summer evenings
lengthened long
clambered trees
with birds in full song
across nearby fields
&over the brook
studying in nature's
real-timebook
scaled branches
for my egg collection
wild flowers
then pressed to perfection
fishing for stickleback
with jamjar and net
oftimes slipping
&getting wet
boys' club
in the old school hall
indoor hockey i
with a ragged ball
gathering conkers
on Chestnut Crescent
for annual contests adolescent
blue-paper fireworks
fifth November,
baked spuds
in glowing ember
around the streets
carol singing
boxes rattling lanterns swinging
indelible magic memoir
remembered scenes from afar
Year first Posted 2007
....My Poem....
I dare you not to like "my poem"...not to read my writing...but when you do...you passively read it like it's some child's drawing on the refrigerator....I dare you not to comment on "my poem"...but I know you read it...skimming through my words...waiting for a cute antidote to cure your reading mind....but still not
having the decency to leave a comment in kind gestures...this poem is for the suggesters who encourages me to keep writing...exciting the reader's mind with my pen to write a no comment response poem again...it makes me shed a tear
which falls on "my poem" and causes the fountained ink to leave smudges on the sheet of paper...think...this poem is for the poem contest judges...I hate ya...
I enter the contests....follow the rules...but I don't even get a good job comment
from your views....I dare you to skim through this poem...and not comprehend
that I can't stand it when I put my poems out there to make the world of poets
realize that I am here...aware that I am alive...well enough to write "my poem"
which gets no comments...but receives reads...4 of them are mine...
but at least i know they were read...thoughts of my words being copied or stolen
stay circling in my head...but I'll be fine...I dare you not to like "my poem"...but you read it fast enough to know that...I'm not begging I'm egging you on to keep me strong 'til I'm gone..or done with writing...pen to paper...reading mind exciting
mine to write..."My Poem"
By: Peter DeSpirito