Long Trophy Poems
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We are not going to recreate Wrestling in this jerks image! It's was said at a press conference. Look he's unified Twenty independents and he's looking to get everybody involvled. "We don't do that!" Well one of the "big League companies made a deal to have there Companies trophy to be put against " the Unified Crown in an efford to stop the madness before it contaimnated even more fans. It backfired and the Championship was lost to the BigDrip and the World Championship of a Major League Company was secondary to an independent company. It happened and it went unmentioned to alot of people. Once again in a different company fan partisipantion caused a champion to loss to a local contender. that company made the rematch following the loss and the local contender rolled out of the ring and was counted out.Saving face the company honored the reign. Nights later the Local contender lossed to the former champion in a humilating defeat.
The Big Drip was to be the guy who cut the ribbon at the Falls Horse Championship Race "Leaves of Fall Trophy Series" in attendance were two revival Pro Champions. Both were from different companies but were freinds off Tv. The BigDrip wasn't close to any intercircle and he often had Sports Managers )outside of wrestling( Ledger his appearances. On camera after the event reporters couldn't help but ask the two champions if they were afraid of the BigDrip. They joked and said the only reson they were there was to help promote the event as fans of Horse racing.
But the Big Drip wasn't as professional or polite he stood proud with his manager and bragged, calling the guys fearing men of success and jerks that didn't apprecate what audeinces wanted.
SAMHAIN – All Hallow’s Eve
(Anapestic tetrameter)
As the evening approaches and darkness surrounds,
When orb spiders are weaving to capture their prey,
then, all over the country, a madness abounds,
Where abnormal behavior is out on display.
On the streets of the suburb an army descends,
To amuse their weird bones for a moment of thrill,
With some tricking and treating their friendship extends,
While their costumes portray an unpleasant death chill.
Though the meaning of this day, is lost on these mobs,
An old Gaelic event brings an end to the crop,
Or beginning of winter with sniffles and sobs,
and the feast of All Saints, ill-designed from the top*.
Yet the death that they honor was with them from birth,
Unaware of its presence while living on earth.
3rd place trophy winner
10.21.2022
* Pope Gregory 3rd changed the feast day to 1st November which now incorporates some of the traditions of Samhain.
From the wonder days of Thierry,
his every move makes us merry.
Then the magic of Wiltord,
reminds us he is the field Lord.
Oh! the fluidity and the best of Fabregas,
showing as though never out of gas.
The gracious quick feet of Theo,
shows the natural instinct of a Leo.
We may seem silent but not morbid,
slowly getting there and never rigid,
not this season? God forbid.
Winning a trophy is our major bid.
Letting go of Adebayor,
is like re-shuffling the cabinet of a Mayor.
Giving the chance to our great Ramsey,
gives football World something to fansy.
With the great prospect in Wilshere,
there would be enormous glory to share.
And the insurance we get from song,
indicates the reward will not be long.
We may seem silent but not morbid,
slowly getting there and never rigid,
not this season? God forbid.
Winning a trophy is our major bid.
Tip-tap the rolling ball is so classy,
but without a Trophy makes it messy.
Having a Commander-in-Chief like Persie,
makes the blending perfect and sexy.
And if you doubt, ask Chelsea.
Even though mocked by Bendtner,
still alive because we have Sagna.
The new intimidating team spirit is a signal
that soon every lip shall scream "Arsenal"
It's one word, or even a letter,
That drives a curious humanity.
As questions of life or death,
Seek answers to reality.
Beginning early on as a child,
Constantly inquiring is the young mind.
Trying to understand among confusion,
Within the walls where they're confined.
The interrogation continues throughout,
As our lives wander towards philosophy.
So we might find the ultimate guidance,
And then display that new trophy.
Now while many will lose interest,
Deciding simply to give it to God.
Others will never give up on, this
Lasting question, both simple & odd.
Now listen close to these tangles that we have involved in
As we evolve now, I'm just hoping that i can last longer
If I can program my mind into, as fast as a mind has ever gone before
If I tell myself I will never win, then i will continue to lose in my sin
But Thank GOD that Lo came to save me
Even though I'm so sinful it's kinda crazy
It's the definition of insanity
Your talking to the man who answers you
Along with these anthems that have been handed me
Your trophy and proof of a better hand than me
Now these can be like the Macabee's
We can chase the end of the world and see who's at the end now
Oh! there goes the after death, Now here comes the after life
Just stay focused and don't ask your wife
For a yes! for a no! or for a maybe
just listen to these lullaby's like i was singing to a baby
Name me! Please name me! If it's Timothy Blaine then it's all gravy
Now these are not navies, these are not armories
These are just the things that be trying to harm me
Now evil can be like a swarm of bees
You can look down on me but don't you try to swarm on me
Now hold up! I'm not trying to be
something I'm not, I'm just trying to see
My kids by January
Because December's looking very scary
It's a hell of a month, it started out rough
Now we're hitting up into a rough
Now we're hitting into a sandpit
Better get my sand wedge before i ban this
Yes it's the whole world and it's the baddest
System you ever been into now I'm saddened
By the catastrophe that i have endured
By the tragedy that i have supported
Written: July 30, 2024 For Ink Empress Contest
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My blood is infused with poetry
I hope to share with you my inner views
We should all praise our poetry
Without resentment or jealousy
We've been doing this ever since
Check out how many friends we miss
That's what brought us together.
We must respect and trust each other
We all experience bumps and suffering
and boost one another's spirit
Everyone here is extremely lovely
Our hearts reach out to wide horizons
to exchange thoughts or emails
We have become and will remain a family
The best friendships never stop.
It will only last a lifetime.
Still, I found myself missing you here
A gnomish jigsaw piece vanishes without reason
I was absent from both prose and stanzas
Then it hit—maybe you were away
Trophy-winning freedom for others
I'm glad to view you squiggling around
in cyberspace again
An audience is taking in our lyrical poetry.
When you show a softer heart
open up your world
wolves will come sniffing around
just to tear it all down.
Once you've flashed perceived weakness
they'll bore through flimsy barriers
to get to the meat of the soul.
They'll wear it as a trophy
while sucking the marrow from your peace bone.
Harden up before it's too late.
Add another layer of metal heart plates.
A wolf thinks a sheep will forever turn the other cheek.
But it's surprised when the pack is pruned one by one
'Cause what the wolf didn't know was that
sheep never shear themselves, but they always buff up their guns.
Nobody applauds the valley.
Nobody posts the nights
when the ceiling feels closer than the sky
and your prayers sound like static.
We want the spotlight.
The trophy.
The soft landing.
But nobody wants
the blistered hands.
See,
we romanticize the view
but curse the mountain.
We beg for strength
then resent the resistance.
Ask for growth
but complain about the growing pains.
And life just stands there like
You can’t have one without the other.
Because accomplishment
without adversity
is just decoration.
It looks good.
It photographs well.
But it doesn’t mean anything.
Meaning is carved.
Into bone.
Into backbone.
Into “I almost gave up but I didn’t.”
Hardship is the chisel.
Trials are the hammer.
And you
You are the stone
becoming something worth remembering.
You don’t appreciate water
until you’ve known thirst.
You don’t appreciate light
until you’ve walked blind through your own doubt.
And you don’t appreciate the summit
until your legs have trembled
and your lungs have burned
and you’ve whispered,
“Just one more step,”
to a version of yourself
that didn’t believe you could take it.
The valley isn’t punishment.
It’s preparation.
It teaches you how to breathe thinner air.
How to carry your own weight.
How to build muscle where fear used to live.
Because when you finally stand at the top
when the thing you prayed for
is finally in your hands
You won’t just celebrate it.
You’ll understand it.
And that understanding?
That’s what makes it sacred.
So don’t curse the climb.
The mountain isn’t in your way.
It’s shaping you
into someone
who can handle the view.
In my yard stands a tree
tall and sturdy
silent like a hermit,
regal like an empress
her roots dug deep
her branches touching the heavens
peeking behind the skies veil
She has a coy dalliance with the Wind.
Sometimes he comes tickling
her tender parts, whispering
sweet nothings in her ear.
Overall, she is still,
still.....like waters without ripples.
She stands upright
brooding over the saga of struggle
from a sapling to a towering giant
Indeed, a tryst with destiny!
Under the summer sky
braving the smarting beams
she remained uncomplaining.
Below the thundering clouds,
bearing a thousand needle pricks
she stayed nonchalant.
When the wind swept across,
bending her branches in all directions,
she stood on firm feet unwavering.
She tells a tale of struggle and survival.
She had stood there before I was born.
Now she displays every scar and every stripe
on her knotted bark as a proud trophy.
Sometimes I feel her pain
when wet and dripping in pouring rain
or scorched in the sun’s fiery rage.
Yet, she holds an umbrella over all
who come to her in sun and rain
and blesses creatures like squirrels and birds.
Meadow of Evermore Rise,
Verdant greens of envy neath the skies,
Emerald breathes swirl wayward bound,
The scene repeats the olivine surround,
Spray of jade gladiolas emerges for eyes.
The cool rocky fence tinged moss lies,
Gathered sage on display, tossed flies,
Observed fronds of ferns, all around,
Meadow of Evermore Rise,
The mints swim freely, breeze back tries,
A row of pines stands proud, trophy prize,
Laurel newborns crawl the hilly ground,
Chartreuse treats, all roaring to be found,
Harlequin limes anoint, trickled tea ties,
Meadow of Evermore Rise.
2019 September 24
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