Long Olympiad Poems

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Premium Member The Sexes Will Never Be Equal

When women argue how men have 
    More than women have ever had,
    That it’s unfair that men can be a
           Much faster Olympiad.

 They’re playing the victim to the man
  Where they’re handcuffed to a womb,
  And they alone go through the hell of 
       Being in the delivery room.

 What they don’t get is that men would
   Love to grow a living breathing soul,
  Instead our only job involves planting
      A seed in the small key hole.

   So, to compensate, men build towers,
 Faster, concrete worldly things we create,
You see, man is a victim of the woman’s body,
   The woman’s body that can gestate.
Form: Quatrain


Salute Them All

P-    People of all nations,
        O-   Olympiad participations.
        E-    Embark on a quest for greatness,
        M-   Memories they will make, a lot is at stake.

        F-    Fearless they try their best,
        O-   Over and over without rest,
        R-    Readiness is put to the test.

       A-    Admirations from everyone,
       T-    Trying to beat the records,
       H-    Hoping they have our support.
       L-     Less is not more,
       E-    Endurance for sure.
       T-    Talented and fierce,
       E-    Encouraging their peers.
       S-    Salute to them all, for standing tall.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Old Great Grand Olympiad

OLD GREAT GRAND OLYMPIAD                      Acrostic

        Ocean creatures organized overwhelming Olympiad.
       Land animals appreciated, approved courtyard.
       Dreadful dragons, daredevil dinosaur drunkard.
      
      Great grand gorgeous gone celebration
      Rigorous vigorous rattle snake rolled, rang tail- rings.
      Elephant arrogant fought haughty hippo, won wrestling.
      Aggressive antelope attacked ants, angry ass chased.
      Tigers terrified tortoises taking gun, putting paws on triggers.

      Grey goat got gold medal galloping on green grass.
       Raccoon ragged reindeer ramping running rat race.
       All alert expert winners achieved trophies.
      Nine naughty notorious narwhales were expelled to neglect rules.
      Dear, Donkeys,Dodos, Doves, Ducks were delighted.
      
      Opening orison was displayed by outstanding group of owls. 
      Lame langur, leopard, lion loitered, leaped on ladder.
      Young yeti rode on yellow yak, yawned, yelped.
      Mandrill, mammoth, monkey met mouse tickling mermaid.
      Peacocks, pigeons, parrots, pelicans proudly participated.
      Immodest Incorrigible iguana irritated infant ibex.
      Athlete acrobat agitated alligators assembled.
      Deaf dumb Dog driving double-decker was declared Champion. 

     08/21/6
                  Olympic Mania Contest by Janis Thompson
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Brad the Grad

There once was a boy named Brad
Loved to wear a bowtie made of plaid
He looked like a nerd the way he was clad
But he barely knew how to add

Get some sun kept repeating his dad
Couch potato is a real bad fad
There are things to do a whole myriad
Soon when school’s out you’ll be a grad

Time to plan your life, my lad
Gear up to be happy not sad   
Sharpen your skills to be had   
The last thing you want is a life that’s bad

Motivated, in the paper Brad found an ad
For participants in the Olympiad
He lined up and was glad
'Cause he won a trip to Trinidad   



AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member December 2019

December 2019
Written: by Miracle Man
12-26-2019

December, for me, is a month of bad memories,
But self worth has survived, once more, course emery’s.
My holidays are depressing not filled with merriness,
Recent past always emerges, overshadowing my cheeriness.

I awakened this morning feeling somewhat whipsawed,
Feeling as if all night, I’d been scratched and clawed.
Like a fighter in training for the next Olympiad, 
I Must have had ten dreams and each one was bad.

Though a lot of good things, in December, has occurred,
Jesus’ birth is the only thing that wasn’t blurred.
My mind seems to be dominated by only the bad,
And I can’t recall the last good nights sleep I’ve had.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member World History Made

You don’t have to be a feminist
to see that the 2019 FIFA Women's World Cup
is out to make history

world’s eyes on France as it hosts
the Women's World Cup
the Olympiad of soccer

twenty years since the ‘99 groundbreaker
as USA won the Women’s World Cup
and paved the way for global acclaim

this year more countries than ever competing
twenty four star studded teams of athletes
BBC Sport to provide most extensive coverage
across television, radio and online

an unparalleled worldwide opportunity
to push the drive for equality
and equal pay for equal play movement

the first World Cup since the #MeToo movement
with sponsors and FIFA adding their voices
around the world every woman's victory



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted on June 7, 2019 for contest 2019 FIFA WOMEN’S WORLD CUP FRANCE sponsored by MARK TONEY  -  RANKED 3RD

Olympiad 1-4-79

As the Dime Store sirens flared
bolts of irradiated invite,
my query was denied.
     Their pimp-striped pilots only moaned, 
     their lust fueled by encapsulated 
     stench carried only by toothless carnies 
     from the canyons. Canyons o’ Crazed Confliction. 
     And behind… the  dull dynamo hum.

I screamed for the Kelp Queen to come to me, 
her tresses woven wave-like in the wabe. 
My demands were simple. 
     The scars of the trucker's she must carry 
     (as war carries death) 
     for inbreeding has tainted her line.
     “Can Omaha be far?” she pleaded 
      and tugged at my inter-ache 

as tin balloons tug with time .   
“For you?” I replied in a 
flatulent belch.
     The boiling madness was by now 
     beyond the horizon but  kept in check
     still by the neon dogs crouching by day under the interchange.
     It is they who will now stalk the disease plagued ports 
     I sailed from so many 
                    days
                    and
                    images
                    ago.
 
Until her kleptic crew of vagrants and priests
sprint with me in postpartum harmony. 
Hipsters for TRUTH.
© Ken Rone  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Horses

I strode in, nose in the air, lofty and proud, 
Through the grand doors of the horses arena.
Standing beside the rusted rail, assessing the parade
For the eyes of a hardened ballerina.

The show pony on the track, the performer of fast,
The chase from the back, or lead from the front.
Then I saw deep, deep into the stallion, he said he would win,
So on him I placed my first punt.

Last! ! Well that horse was a liar, so young and so green, 
His eyes told a dream that he had.
The next parade was now on, the filly’s eyes shone to me,
She was an athletic sprinting Olympiad.

With hands full of urgent, I hastily fired the money from my pocket, 
All on horse named Jitterbug. 
She came in only seven lengths from the front, yep I know, 
I’m the hopeless tragic horse racing mug.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Rose Ladies

Rose Ladies

Lovely ladies, Tiggywinkles, to my garden return
Good as Gold after absence from winter’s sojourn

Shirley’s Bouquet – blue tipped rose acclaimed
American Beauty a winner proclaimed

Spicy perfumes from Brandy - First Love -
Calls Whisper out - petals of white like mourning doves

Midas Touch gown glows bright as Sugar Moon
Queen Mother, Sunburst in Carousel swoons

Ketchup and Mustard ready for a Garden Party
Hot Cocoa in Sterling Silver served up so smartly

The Dark Knight looks out for purple Intrigues
Neptune on guard coming from twenty leagues

Swan ladies so graceful tell of Sutter’s Glory
See constellations and pale Virgo’s story

Olympiad sighs for races with stallions
Gold, silver, Bronze Star – precious Medallions

Shares Anna’s Promise, Tiffany’s First Prize
As Just Joey and Blue Girl in Iceberg fantasize

With Peace they arrive, some in Tropicana dress
A Double Delight, Mr. Lincoln, to beauty confess.  

These are the roses that grace, and have graced, my garden with a few minor exceptions.

3-10-21
Contest: List with a Twist
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Form: List

Batting 300, Part I

Ted liked to ride the rodeo,
it made him feel alive inside,
but he never had that much luck
taking bulls on eight-second rides.
He wanted to reign like his friends,
take home some of the prize money,
so he doubled-down and he placed,
made the top three regularly.
Still, he did not top the rankings,
dnd he was not so pleased with that,
until the day a small cowboy
came to ask for Ted’s autograph.
Stunned at the sheer admiration
in the eyes of that tyke tow-head,
Ted supposed that he should be glad,
not many men bat .300.

Pedro had a gift for making sales,
he could sell sand to desert states,
was going for a big bonus,
the money he could almost taste.
But it went to a co-worker,
who had notched up just two more sales,
Pedro went home in a foul mood,
to his girlfriend, and he railed.
Until he heard a phone message,
fe brother Juan had been let go
from his baseline clerical job,
he he’d survive, he didn’t know.
Juan had barely made thirty K,
so Pedro could no longer see red,
and thanked God he still had the chance
to go out and hit .300.

Chen was said to be the smartest
person in all of his high school,
the kind of knowledge that made all
of his teachers appear to be fools.
At the Physics Olympiad
he thought he’d be regional best,
but Chen’s ego was smashed that day,
he only came in second-best.
You have to see a geek enraged
to appreciated it fully,
then getting fast-food driving home,
Chen ran into his old bully!
The job had truly beaten him down,
and later when Chen went to bed,
he felt quite thankful that his mind
was able to bat .300...

CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Form: Rhyme

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