Long Tourney Poems
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It’s a journey man
Did all go accordingly to plan
I swear it was a journey for man
The results of a plotted hand
It’s a journey man
The forgotten me
Souvenirs of a begotten plea
Did you think I’d change
Do you miss me
Do not beg upon things
You do not wish to see
Was it a journey?
Twenty years
I’ve survived in this tourney
Laid it down
And across my face
Would become a smirk
A gift
A treasure
For those whom would mourn me
Given thought
Simply driven
By the misery happiness brought
I stand, I rest
As I breathe
I demand to receive
What you have in your chest
Simple flaws of a failure
The sorrow from my eyes
In no other words could I tell you
It’s a journey for man
Did all go accordingly to plan
I swear it’s been a journey for this man
The results of plotted hand
It’s a journey man
red buds are blooming
song birds are swooning
tonight, on the weather
they say it will snow
cardinal's crooning
mushrooms are mooning
temperatures dropping
the wind's going to blow
spring in the south is
the craziest season
winter's reluctant
not ready to go
eighties and twenties
within the same weekend
surprising nobody
people here know
the bread and the milk
are a different matter
those disappear like
a bolt from a bow
in just a few days
not a bit of this matters
March madness is coming
the tourney's the show
when your alma mater
is still on the ladder
if twister is twisting
or rising floods flow
your roof could blow off or
hell could freeze over
you're breathless, oblivious
abask in the glow
He is a member of the
" Intr Affilia " a non
ranking position that
Gives voice to grapples
Position. It's unofficial
Title in the game as known
Across this
whole wide world as
" The Peoples Championship"
Well we've always known
That these six clauses can
Be put in place to impact
" An urgent need of recognition"
A company rule, that is caused
By the cooperation of two or more
Rivaling companies working
In cooperation with one another.
Because of company interest
The contracts and on air
Officials cannot make reference
To a companies champion by name
Only by his championship crown.
In the best interest of business
Inprumtu committee must be
Voted into place, and will not
Be or cannot be influenced
By members of the individual
Companies, but must act in
The interest of wrestling and the
Intercompany Alliance.
A championship committee
Can only name new champions
With title belts.
Either wonvin
A tournament
Battle royal
Contest or game.
Any member with
The consent of the other
Can evoke the
Ambassadors trust
With a vote of four (minority vote)
Giving an appointmented member
Oversight of creation
Of belt, rules and regulations.
After it's creation, an announcement
Must be made and than voted
On. For approval by the full
Championship committee.
This vote only has to be greater
Than the first.if voted on the
Committee appoints a new directer
To rank the seeds, and invent the
Need of promotion, this will
Be done in protest giving
The naysayers the right to
Make stipulations band rules.
If not voted on, member have a he right
To hold the meeting in contempt of
Industry interest, and only one vote
Difference is needed to be approved.
This gives the lowest ranking official full control over
The endeavor, and he or she
Can deside what type of tourney
Will be held.(traditional, elimanating make ch,
A three team elimation match, etc, ECT)
A champion v.s. champion title make ch
Not sure nvolving is hese combations
Is the six clauses event that envokes
This event.
Each man will be anointed either
"Golden Ambassadors Champion ""
Or " People's Champion" or
American National Champion"
After doings the rich history
Or being named either will
Contested with a bout to name
The what ever the inter promotion event
Wishes it to be named.
Champing The Seasons
A March spring rose like December,
pale shadows meet, by my shutter,
blues screech, that I brooded over,
... my gist be faint, cause a clutter.
As seasons shift their daily quest,
recurrent graduate the stressed,
the day soon proves to modify,
this challenge is met, up go I.
Like December, pale shadows meet,
by my shutter, a March spring rose,
--that I brooded . . . over, my gist . . .,
be faint, cause a clutter, blues screech.
Capricious seasons my journey,
groove the best exact a tourney.
2020 September 28
*2nd Place*
Charonnet
~~charles messina
Poem To My Dad
In Memory 04/17/2018
By: RobertBenThoughts.blogspot.com
It has been almost a year
Since you left us here,
For the heavenly relm
Your reward is clear.
I miss you.
Mom is doing better than before
She thinks of you daily,
She now calls me Bob
I just laugh and say it’s Ben.
Did I tell you I miss you?
The kids are doing fine
They miss you too,
Careers challenging
But they are successful,
Did I tell you I miss you?
The wife God gave me,
She is the Eveready bunny
She continues to be amazing
She misses you also.
Did I tell you I miss you?
She does for everybody
Before doing for herself,
She is like you,
Always-there good or bad times,
Did I tell you I miss you?
Got tear eyed today
Just thinking about you,
Don’t do it often
I just think of the good times.
Did I tell you I miss you?
I’m doing fine now,
I wish you were still here,
I’d take you to the mountains again,
And take you to church.
Did I tell you I miss you?
Don’t forget golf I let you win.
Myrtle Beach every summer,
Deep-sea fishing
Two walks to the pier everyday,
Did I tell you I miss you?
I remember camping
Just you and me,
Then there was Boy Scouts
When it used to be just boys,
Did I tell you I miss you?
There was Mountaineer football,
Mountaineer Classic basketball tourney,
Harlem Globetrotters,
Pittsburgh Pirates baseball,
Did I tell you I miss you?
But what I remember most is
You lived as you taught,
Slow to anger
And a great listener
Did I tell you I miss you?
Church first,
Mom second,
Kids next,
Then work.
Did I tell you I miss you?
You always believed in me,
Even when I gave you no reason,
And you always said you were proud of me
At the most important times,
Did I tell you I miss you?
The apple fell far from the tree
But I’m giving my best effort
To roll it up the hill,
I know you’re proud of me and my family,
Did I tell you I miss you?
Dad, I love you!
Dear Poetry, you are the
celestial architecture of my
enduring solace,
A monumental sanctuary
constructed from the
fragments of the fleeting years,
An otherworldly, linguistic
medicine navigating through
existential chaos,
Distilling the turbulence of
human emotion intro
immortalized, crystalline tears.
When the tempestuous
currents of time threatened to
submerge my fragile
consciousness,
Your intricate, multisyllabic
tapestries became my
impenetrable, luminous shield;
You offered an exquisite,
lexiconic refuge from the
mundane world's relentless
harshness,
Where the hidden,
subterranean landscapes of the
human heart were beautifully
revealed.
Through the shifting epochs of
my youth and the sobering
dawn of maturity,
You remained the unchanging
metaphysical compass guiding
my wandering soul;
A profound, metaphorical mirror
reflecting my deepest anxieties
and secret purity,
Synthesizing the broken,
disparate elements of my
identity to make me entirely
whole.
You are the evocative alchemy
that transmutes ordinary sorrow
into golden wisdom,
An expansive, linguistic universe
where syllables dance in
breathtaking symmetry;
Within the majestic borders of
your infinite, rhythmically
pulsing kingdom,
Every quiet heartbeat is granted
a magnificent, timeless dignity.
You did not merely document
the passage of my earthly
journey,
You illuminated the profound,
invisible geometry of my
internal evolution;
An unyielding, artistic
companion through the
labyrinth of life's unending
tourney,
Providing an elegant,
philosophical resolution to
every emotional revolution.
So I offer this grand,
polysyllabic homage to your
everlasting, artistic grace,
For you have been the vital
oxygen fueling the fires of my
creative survival;
An eternal, transcendent
monument that neither time nor
decay can ever erase,
The ultimate, sacred
architecture of the human
spirit's triumphant revival.
He is a member of the
" Intr Affilia " a non
ranking position that
Gives voice to grapples
Position. It's unofficial
Title in the game as known
Across this
whole wide world as
" The Peoples Championship"
Well we've always known
That these six clauses can
Be put in place to impact
" An urgent need of recognition"
A company rule, that is caused
By the cooperation of two or more
Rivaling companies working
In cooperation with one another.
Because of company interest
The contracts and on air
Officials cannot make reference
To a companies champion by name
Only by his championship crown.
In the best interest of business
Inprumtu committee must be
Voted into place, and will not
Be or cannot be influenced
By members of the individual
Companies, but must act in
The interest of wrestling and the
Intercompany Alliance.
A championship committee
Can only name new champions
With title belts.
Either wonvin
A tournament
Battle royal
Contest or game.
Any member with
The consent of the other
Can evoke the
Ambassadors trust
With a vote of four (minority vote)
Giving an appointmented member
Oversight of creation
Of belt, rules and regulations.
After it's creation, an announcement
Must be made and than voted
On. For approval by the full
Championship committee.
This vote only has to be greater
Than the first.if voted on the
Committee appoints a new directer
To rank the seeds, and invent the
Need of promotion, this will
Be done in protest giving
The naysayers the right to
Make stipulations band rules.
If not voted on, member have a he right
To hold the meeting in contempt of
Industry interest, and only one vote
Difference is needed to be approved.
This gives the lowest ranking official full control over
The endeavor, and he or she
Can deside what type of tourney
Will be held.(traditional, elimanating make ch,
A three team elimation match, etc, ECT)
A champion v.s. champion title make ch
Not sure nvolving is hese combations
Is the six clauses event that envokes
This event.
Each man will be anointed either
"Golden Ambassadors Champion ""
Or " People's Champion" or
American National Champion"
After doings the rich history
Or being named either will
Contested with a bout to name
The what ever the inter promotion event
Wishes it to be named.
Around the world in the blink of an eye.
Conquering adventure, for a young child to spy.
Kingdoms of gold and many a magical being.
A world of imagination, limited only by one's dreaming.
Twinkling of illustrations, fiddling of the human mind.
The inner workings of a child's dreamworld begin to unwind.
Castles and dragons, conjured along this fantasy's journey.
Master of this realm, engendering a grand tourney.
The mind of a child is more precious than gold.
Vivid imagery, so much power to behold.
No limitations, an endless chaotic swell.
Infinite unfettered aspirations, a child's magical carousel.
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D. Trump
we dumped
Ted Cruz
you lose
Cuomo
should go
Newsom's*
gruesome
Biden's
hidin'
Faucci's
grouchy
Meghan's
ragin'
Harry's
scary
Queen Mom's
aplomb
Prince Charles
just snarls
ISIS
crisis
Iran
new bomb
Kim Jong
King Kong
Bit coin
come join
T-bonds
abscond
Oil price
up twice
Brit Spears
cry tears
Doc Seuss
cut loose
Big Dance*
short pants
Sis Jean*
Prom Queen
______________________________________________________
*Notes:
Newsom - California governor whom voters are trying to recall
The 'Big Dance' is a nickname for the NCAA basketball tourney,
which begins this week.
Sis Jean is Sister Jean, a 101 year-old nun who works at Loyola
University, which made the 'Big Dance' for the second time in the
last four years. At age 98, she accompanied the team to the 'Dance,'
sat on the bench, hugged and cheered players, even gave them
advice(!) and Loyola came made it to the Final Four! Wow! This year,
she's going back again, at 101! What a gal!
Foxes being really cute
Invaded London not expecting anyone to shoot
Playing around
On the Emiratis ground
Not hearing a hunter’s horn sound
Until one gunner left off a shell
And a war story for the shooter to tell
Going into the break down one
These feisty creatures were just trying to have fun
“Things are not going down
We must stand our ground,”
Foxes said
Time to play with the military’s head
Manipulating the army was the deal
While taking possession of the field
For some reason they did not release the hounds
Not another target strike to be found
Keeping the artillery off the board
Was just reward
Until under ten minutes
Someone got into it
A goal for Vardy
It was the Foxes sipping champagne at the party
Ending in a peaceful draw
Score leveled was the call
Point giving to each
Sharing was the lesson preached
A top four showing
Is in the Foxes showing
Arsenal needs more
To achieve the elite floor
Granted this would mean possibly another combative chore
For the military might
In the league whose position is quite right
Not to worry
Give assignment to the conniving furry
Let the foxes flirt around
Tourney bound
Looking good
As they should
Hiding inside that tree bark wood