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If
we win,
we feel glad.
Ill-luck is faced,
the losers become
sad and disappointed.
Either winning or losing,
Nothing is permanent in life.
Let's realize this amazing truth.
Then we can remain joyful forever.
E Forms- Etheree - Poetry Contest
Etheree poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Syllable Count: PS
Date: 15-02-2022
PLACED: 3rd
The beginning
When the ocean hit the shore, sea spray flew up
The droplets that flew the highest became birds
The droplets that fell on the strand became life
Some drops that had Iris within became humanlike
The sand that was washed back into the sea
Became fish, the ocean foam became insects
the Man, was born; as they crept to seek shelter
Most of them were eaten by birds
Smaller droplets cooled by the breeze became
Tigers, wolves, and deer whose beauty lit up the glen
Where flowers bloomed and rabbits roamed in peace
Till humans became predators and rulers
The sacred iris people, who had a soul and sense
Had a choice to make, to become angelic or live
In a competitive world that had no room for losers
That is why humanity lives in conflict with itself
Another dark dark night, the moon but a sliver
Just like the hope I carry, a broken arrow in an empty quiver
I know time will never end, I throw another one back
To dull the pain, my world insane, Its all been painted black
Where had all the good times gone, were there any, I can't remember
Erased as if never there, a fire without its ember
Look the sun is on the rise, I've made it through another night
Donning my shades, so daylight fades, running from the light
People with their smiling faces, chase me back into the dark
To the uncomfort of my nothing world, where time has left its infected mark
A wound that never heals, Pain that never goes away
Reaching deep within my soul, shredding it to a fray
I know the sky is blue, I saw it once before
But darkness consumed my everything, I can't take it any more
Give me liberty or give me death, I can't live and not be free
Even my dreams are chained and bound, depression has consumed all of me
Constant buzz in my ears like Satan's hideous laughter, enjoying all my pain, my tears, a taste of what will come after
Ending it all will only bring more of the same, each day a new beginning, an everlasting game
No winners, just losers, pawns and slaves, played like puppets,
Then buried in graves..
You meet and shake hands
Things seem fine, real grand
You're married; so are they
You all work for your pay
He's a dentist; she's in social work
Professionals, not lowly clerks
Then you notice their kids. They're strange, a bit weird
One wakes up after noon; another has a full beard
Of course, your first two divorced; they take after you
The next two -- idiosyncratic: Are you that way too?
When you visit their home, their kids are all raging
Yelling and screaming, constantly upstaging
Their parents, who'd once seemed so engaging
And when they return the favor, your oldest just sits
He stares into space, picks at buttons and zits
As the other texts like mad, anything to
Avoid talking to friends of Mom and Dad
You view them as parents now, and what do you see?
A pair of losers whose kids run wild and free
And when they look at you, they see something similar too
A couple of failures whose kids drive them cuckoo
It's time to go; you smile and shake hands once again
Half-heartedly agree to another date, but when?
Who has time these days? "We'll get back to you."
As you silently stew: How'd it all come unglued?
Hattie L. Rogers
1844 – 1917
The playing cards of life are a stacked deck.
As soon as you begin to breathe
You begin to die and disintegrate.
All of the winners in life
Eventually end up the losers.
You enter this Big House with nothing.
Nothing but a cracked soul, a cursed heart
And that stacked deck of crooked playing cards.
Your destiny, my friends, lies in the dust.
So I figured early on, like King Solomon,
That there is no use; it is all futile and hopeless at best.
When I came to this sad realization
About life on this staggering planet,
I decided the only worthwhile meaning in living
Is in finding true happiness,
Even in the midst of hopeless despair.
Even in the midst of this mocking gaping graveyard
That lusts for flesh and blood
Like Odysseus’ giant with the one eye
Like a carnivorous Scylla, hiding high up in its dark perch,
Up there in the insidious shadows,
Awaiting another human meal at noontide.
So, what happiness did I find in my 73 years?
Years that seemed to fly by like a hummingbird in April.
I found ineffable joy
In the phenomenal nativity of my twin boys.
Found indescribable ecstasy
In the tender embrace of my loving husband,
Found incomparable elation
In the survival of my children and grandchildren.
Living descendants, you are always welcome to loiter at my grave.
Bring a pack of cards though.
I am always up for a new ante.
Tired of sterilized poetry
And endless odes to beauty
Though life is so full of these
And everything sweet to please
There is a much darker side
Where sorrow and pain reside
Where shattered dreams do haunt
Rejection and madness taunt
Tired of sterilized poetry
That tells an idyllic story
Where life's as it’s meant to be
And sunshine is all you see
What about the living hell
Souls under an evil spell
Where fear rears its morbid head
Monsters terrorize in bed
Tired of sterilized poetry
Where love’s a sweet mystery
Passion’s power is hush hush
Euphemisms used too much
Where people do not care
Their souls’ desires to bare
So afraid of being real
Or allowing hearts to feel
I’m tired of sterilized poetry
That shows the hero’s glory
Ignores the losers who bleed
And the hungry ones in need
That pretends life is alright
And there is no endless night
That’s perfumed with flowers fair
Not the stench of evil’s lair
I’m tired of sterilized poetry
A fairytale like story
What of the blood, sweat and tears
And the tales of wasted years
Betrayal sealed with a kiss
Everything good gone amiss
I’m tired of sterilized poetry
There’s more of what’s meant to be
Let poems speak of real life
Highlight agony and strife
Shades of sexuality
Degrees of conformity
Speak of you and speak of me
The thirst for eternity.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I do not recognise this world we live in,
I can't bear its troubled face,
All the arguing and fighting,
Will cause the end of the Human Race.
Inhumanity runs rife,
For the people of Ukraine
The savage loss of life,
Destruction and constant pain,
Caused by a dictator,
Who decides he wants a war,
Stirring a cauldron of trouble,
Adding more and more,
Anguish to the pot
Dangerous and demented,
A man who's losing the plot
Because of his love of power,
That is getting weaker by the hour.
He is a loser whichever way it goes,
The Ukrainians are united,
And not intimidated by their foes.
The Ukrainian people,
Did not want this war,
Why would they want to fight
For a country that was theirs before.
How will this all end?
It is anyone's guess,
How will we untangle
This untanglable mess.
Bravery, Courage and Respect,
For each other,
United together,
Brother to Brother.
The world will forever remember Ukraine,
For its stamina and restrain.
In trying to keep its own country,
Gaining respect and compassion in History.
they stood at the starting crease
poised for the gun to be fired,
hundred meters to run and ease
then that gold that heart desired!
morning sun set their skin aglow,
flags of nations with hopes raised,
black, white, all body shades we know,
pride of event, differences erased!
9 seconds at best is all might take,
winners, losers in fractions of scale,
how a few seconds can a winner make,
with years training, some yet may fail!
Life is a long race that we all run
that often starts with our own cry,
there is no gold when it is all done,
a few tearful thoughts at final good bye!
Life’s race is not a race at all,
should you really think about it,
time bound journey of body and soul
wisdom gained at fate’s gambit.
I travel alone, have no one to defeat,
If you want to win, just pass me by,
at final rest, one day we shall meet,
no winners or losers, we did all try!!
Written 18/06/2023
rhyme
Syllable counts from 7 to 10.
Not for any competetion- there is no race!
They Say He’s A Loser
They say he’s a loser and repeater
But he ignores them and stays in battle
He’s really a brave army and trooper
For him, to die for homeland is noble.
He keeps on going to war just to win
His filthy face and wounds are washed by rain
For him, to surrender is a great sin
Fate is cruel… but sweetest to endure pain.
They say, he will never be promoted
Bound in battlefield just doing duties
But to fight for freedom is rewarded
Priceless joy for him, then promotion's kiss.
Most of the time, losers are the champions
Once they never give up striking irons.
May seven , 2023 8.12am
It's real nice
how you could just cut me out your life
like I never meant
like I was just some random basic B*ch
Got me holding onto faith
even though it's been right in my face
that this has been just a fckng game
That you've constantly continued to play
with no way for me to win
Tell me love, when did this game begin?
It doesn't count if you never let me know
we're both losers either way this goes
I'm not just another one of those stupid hoes
That you played when you were growing up
Your disappearance is always so abrupt
Before we met you were nowhere near whole
so how am I to blame for the pain that you hold inside?
You always walk away with such a smooth stride
like I never mattered or even came close
Why did you let me fall in love with your soul's ghost?
Thinking I could wake you up
when I never stood a chance
It seemed so possible at my first glance
Because I could see that you really are such an amazing man
But with the pain and the hurt and the lies
I'm not perfect and I wont even deny
that I've made mistakes that can never be taken back
Please tell me baby what did my love lack?
I believed you when you said you'd always have my back
You, yourself said we're so very much alike
But I guess that was just one of your unadmitted lies
Like when you said it hurts your heart everytime you make me cry
But you can't even try to look me in my eyes
I can't beg you to love me back forever
You know how magical it is when were together
But as long as you shut me out of your heart
Well continue to slowly drift apart
...do you really want that?