Long Gloat Poems
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You'll win this fight, for you know the rules
You'll win this fight, sharpen all your tools
You'll win this fight, just practice your craft
You'll win this fight, if you stay on the raft
There is no one but you who plays like you (stay in the game)
You don't need anyone to tell you it's true (stay in the game)
For you are one among just a blessed few (stay in the game)
God ever knew
You'll win this fight, be good to your cause
You'll win this fight, never linger in a pause
You'll win this fight, you will never let down
You'll win this fight, keep eyes on the crown
Life is not fair but it has your back (stay in the game)
As long as you stay on the right track (stay in the game)
Drive like you mean it, don't lose your knack (stay in the game)
Never look back
You'll win this fight, you are fair and just
You'll win this fight, don't lose your trust
You'll win this fight, you'll earn your fame
You'll win this fight, just stay in the game
Don't be afraid this is a bumpy ride (stay in the game)
Nothing's ever easy that's worth your pride (stay in the game)
When things get rough don't step aside (stay in the game)
Swim with the tide
You'll win this fight, don't step on anyone
You'll win this fight, you are second to none
You'll win this fight, don't fall for a sin
You'll win this fight, don't gloat when you win
You'll win this fight, for you know the rules
You'll win this fight, sharpen all your tools
You'll win this fight, don't forget to aim
You'll win this fight, just stay in the game
November 30, 2017
End of the line contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
First Place
Chick in the pond
Is from double yolk
Born Easter morn
He’s a little slow
He couldn’t swim
He barely floats
Oh look at him
The butt of jokes
One day a kid
Was tossing bread
He hit the chick
On his yellow head
Chick wobbles and splash
Gags and chokes
The other chicks laugh
Calling him a dope
Carrot top kid has an idea
Why should the chick nearly drown here
He wants to help chic persevere
He tosses a toy boat off the pier
So yellow chick
Grabs the toy boat
He rides in it
And leads the row
The other chicks
Now proudly gloat
“Did you see my brother’s boat?”
"Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.” –Mark Twain
Gray strands, falling over crinkly skin
Where once was reflected beauty and approval,
Now there is merely old age, a has been
Someone who knows about radiance removal
A measured pace has replaced the brisk gait
Where there was once delight in the amusement park
Now there is more pleasure in the checkmate
And, frankly - the peaceful sleep that comes at dark
Laughter and smiles embraced most of my distant past
Where joy and beauty were the blessings felt
By a heart who knows that true love will surely last
But, too – discerns the meaning of grace and faith, so heartfelt
Wrinkles may have replaced the glow on my coat
Where there was perfection, now there is only defects
Despite the splotches that reveal my age, don’t gloat
Because you’ll realize it’s nearly time friends pay their respects
Old age is not for the faint of heart – no sir
Where there are strong, wise, resilient and fervent
Some of us reach the time when illness will occur,
But that doesn’t mean we give up on being God’s servant
Loneliness often comes to those who are senior people
And even though we have the children, the younger generation
We might need medicine to get us through, a sleep pill
Or possibly some other drugs, even those that mean sedation
Never underestimate the elderly who’ve lived through times
Some harder than others – some that you’d not wish on your rival
Although we’re not young anymore, we once were in our primes,
Where we lived like we knew all we needed to for our survival
It has taken me all these years to reach this destination - OLD
I’ve survived the doubts, fears, the darkness of some dreadful years
Through everything I’ve faced on earth, a sight to behold…
In the mirror, gazing at me… a woman who was not who she appears
She was so old, it seems – she bled not blood, but grief and tears!
Didn't you not go to me?
How did I seethe, because an elongation of an entanglement is the alter-alto as the Omega cake..?
So swimmingly
I'm finishing the date,
I'm even allowed to procreate,
say that today as we all wander in the phase,
the glistening light is a connector of the ways...
48 equations away...
One more long lasting stay,
I am trapping the animals and characterizing,
you upped the anti with troubling enrapturing!
You even trampled the past in THE!!!
Sometimes I sweat over the gloat and the capturing,
sometimes I'm the boat that is rafting the very temperament I haven't opportunely been the camp in the.
Self-styled you yell from the lofty roof top,
nobody lends ears but you don’t ever stop.
You pronounce you’ll make a great name
as an artist, in loud voice you do proclaim
so that everybody can hear.
You assert there are multi-colors in your eye,
we all know it's nothing but a pure white lie.
You think you’re born with gene of an artist,
restrained laughter spurts, people can’t resist,
but it doesn’t reach your ear.
You construe your brush has a Monet touch,
your trees stand as clusters of plumb crutch,
something like water in river is cobalt opaque.
You can’t even make the semblance of a fake
with the paints you smear.
You gloat you got the modern Picasso flair,
crude art shapes distort the pallid paint layer,
formless faces are entangled in web of cubes
as a bizarre pile of squeezed out color tubes,
you collected over the years.
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April 15, 2022
Contest : Tall Tales 2
Sponsored by : Jeff Kyser
A Couple Of Nags
A couple of fellows who weren't very bright
Got terribly drunk in the pub one night
It gave them a bit of a shock of course
When in a drunk bet... They each won a horse
With just enough money for chips and some haddock
They couldn't afford the price of a paddock
Bob said we'll rent a small field for a start
But how would we then tell our horses apart?
Ted slurred his words and burped when he said
Couldn't we paint a white stripe on one's head
Bob said we're too skint to buy us some fags
So we can't afford paint for marking our nags
We could tie a pink bow onto one of their tails
Scratch names on their flanks with a couple of nails
Or if you're not liking the sound of all that
Could we make one of them wear a straw hat?
Bob simply belched before he then said
We need to do something much cheaper instead
We can't afford ribbon or a silly straw hat
Did you think me too drunk to have thought about that?
Well we need to do something before we get old
Or before we end up stone dead from the cold
But then Bob jumped up and he started to gloat
I've sussed it he boasted, just give one your coat
Not likely said Ted, the thought makes me chilly
So frankly, he burped, you're idea is silly
Next you'll suggest that we smear one with jelly
Or maybe we ought to make one wear a welly
The two of them sat there, each scratching his head
Then Bob had a brainwave and here's what he said
We really must get this decided tonight
So you have the black horse, and I'll have the white.
I hate it that you don't like what I write
You'd think at least one time I'd get it right
I get first place with others, never you
Won't join another one, that's what I will do
Consistently put down, oh what a drain!
I find your selectivity a pain!
Most others think my writes are pretty cool
But when I write for you, I'm just a fool
Well, here's to let you know that I am done
Cause entering your contests sure ain't fun
I squeeze my brain in hopes to win your smile
But I get tossed right out on rubbish pile
I'll gloat and savor every winning place
From one to three are ones that light my face
From 4 on down, you freaking kidding me????
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For many years you starred on Happy Days as Howard Cunningham.
When your fans learned that you died, they most likely said "DAMN!"
You starred in Father Dowling Mysteries as a Catholic Priest.
You have passed away and now you will Rest In Peace.
When you began acting, everybody knew that you would go far.
First you married Jane Eliot and later you married Patricia Carr.
You starred as Sheriff Amos Tupper on Murder She Wrote.
Even though you were rich and famous, you didn't gloat.
I've watched you on TV shows since I was a little boy.
You were a friendly and talented man who people enjoyed.
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You died at the age of 83 and millions of people are sad.
(DEDICATED TO TOM BOSLEY WHO DIED OCTOBER 19, 2010.)
On the eve of the big election, asses and elephants are sparring.
One tramples our heart; the other slowly nibbles it to death.
Affluence trying to seduce the minions with their million-dollar smirks
and five-and-dime lips.
I enter the election booth.
Staring through a kaleidoscope of red, white, and blue.
A referendum written by whom.
I'm the dreamy fool, placing my future
in the palm of warlocks and witches.
Funhouse perverts and pigs
twirling ideologies with jesters on a crooked pledge.
The election cycle will come to a merciful end.
Asses and elephants will gloat unchained.
Trampling and nibbling away until the madness sets in.
While a horde of sheep and lemmings
heads for the icy cliff.
It forever holds its flavor
One is all you’ll ever need
One can savor it for later
Or share it with a lover
Your brother if you’re onto that
A friend who’s a bestie
Or a stranger who’s in need
I’ve repurposed a pill box
To dispense my favorite flavor of the day
It will never disintegrate
And is guaranteed
Or your money back
If this gum just happened
To fall into the ocean
It would surely float
Be gobbled up by some random fish
Or get caught up
In the net of a fishing boat
And the Captain will surely gloat,
“Yum, cherry apple red.”
But like most trash
Gum ends up in the dump
Where it remains forever flavorful
For the ants and bums
Who rummage for just one