...ignored because it’s not dollars and cents,
not status…beyond such things he is blind.”
His wife just shrugged, “But what can you do, Ron?
As people say, there are all kinds of kinds.”
Ron just sighed, and walked up to his front porch,
he grabbed the rocker and watched his kids play,
It hurt to think his brother a stranger,
but guessed sometimes things just worked out that way.
Long time ago, people were clueless —
whom to give power, whom to respect,
how to decide who’s the best.
An idea arose:
the one who reached the top gets it all.
In the end, everyone laughed
at the one who had fallen,
who thought it was all just for fun,
never imagining
that a simple rank would define
the rest of his life — he had just learned.
From that day onwards,
it became a little harder to survive.
Every silent face with a smirk
reminded him of that day — without words.
The tradition carried on for centuries;
it’s now a widely known fact:
you are meant to give way to a winner,
because carpets aren’t rolled for sinners.
They only find their voice
After the scoreboard buries them
Clawing at the rulebook like a wounded animal
Pretending the world cheated
Instead of admitting they lost
They protest with trembling pride
Poking holes in reality like a hobby
As if outrage can drown failure
If only tantrums were trophies
Denial would be a sport they dominate
If they had won
They be would dancing in celebration
Toasting themselves as legends
Never once questioning the rules
They now swear were rigged
Race is over
Straits of Dover
Not swum yet
~ lost the bet
Nag’s name’s
Ferd’nand
ran race
~ last place
Super Bowl
My team fell
lost a mint
~ no misprint
Last nickel
buy pickle
tastes sour
~ cold shower
As a New Year comes roaring in, will we greet it with a New Start or resolutions?
Our health should be on the top of our list for 2026.
There are eight laws of health starting with Nutrition.
Then followed by Exercise, Water, Sunshine, Temperance, Air, Rest and Trust in God.
All eight are required for a healthy and happy life.
Is this the year for change and better health?
Twelve months will pass by very fast.
Will we be a winner for better health or a loser?
Only time will tell.
do just one daily
never but never give up
yes 2026 best year ever
It's an ache when somebody leaves
Not in body but in the perceived being
Your hand has left my haert cold
For the first time
I'm aching to be bold
Show how much I've lost
In loves final cost
I don't know why I care so much
Everybody uses me like a crutch
To support them when they are feeling down
I'm the one they call, to turn things around
And when their lives are going well
Guess who they forget to call and tell
The one who helped them get back on their feet
I'm no longer needed, I'm obsolete
I don't know why I keep doing this to myself
It's probably because I can't ignore a cry for help
It's in my nature, that's who I am
A kind-hearted person that actually gives a damn
Who cares very deeply about all his friends
But I end up being the loser in the end
If sadness had a face
A real face with lips and a tongue,
I would have had my first kiss.
Now life's gone living in a delusion that
After my demise someone would miss.
Ha!
In the end I'm just another loser,
No one worth remembering.
And what's the difference in remembrance?
What do you wanna be in the memories,
Be a good boy or a bad boy?
A crowd or just a special person,
What do you wanna see?
You can't have both
You can't be both
You can't be actually happy because
The largest crowd gathers around the loner;
And here I'm, the most pathetic one.
This guy looks (and smells) like a loser in every way.
Why does he have to hang around my table today?
Right now, I wish he would turn around and go away.
For the last few days, he has been in this casino.
He is certainly nobody I would want to know.
Overindulging, he has lost every penny to his name.
People who end up like him are surely a shame.
This is an individual who really should not stay.
Ship this guy out of here, and send him to Guantanamo Bay!
Today, 2025.3.09@08:46:00
Here I am again at Geelong.
Not only I am alone, but also unhappy.
My trip over the long weekends had been altered and changed,
Not by the weather nor a new plan,
Simply by some body who has no sense of responsibilities.
I shall not loose any of my time and energy,
On a person like this.
He gave me a book,
In which he described himself as a loner.
And disclosed so many of his unacceptable behaviours,
But not a word of his selfishness nor breaking promises characters.
By now, I am happy and relief,
Visiting one of my favourite beaches.
The Geelong icon, "Manningham" pier,
The newly built hook shaped Yarra Street pier,
In less than 90 minutes,
I shall be on my way to Apollo Bay.
I do not know if I am going to have big waves,
Which knocked me to the ground and hurt my knees,
I do not mind at all, because
I was not promised by the nature,
I will embrace what so ever,
Big or small, rough or gentle,
Not like some people,
Give you high hope and drop you like hot potato.
I knew I was a loner, but I will never be a loser.
No comedian should run a country, or a war.
ever!
Pangiota Romios
3/2/2025
I played my part, I gave my best,
Yet unlike me, you did it effortless,
No trophy to hold or prize to claim
Just empty hands and an echo of shame.
I stand beside the constant cheers for your glory, left alone in my own forlorn story.
You smiled as if it were just fate,
As if my losses were yours to take.
My injured hands bear toil and pain, while yours stay soft with effortless gain.
Yearning for first place, yet always falling at your grace,
While my resilience was forced to fade without a trace.
The winner takes it all, the loser has to fall.
It’s simple and it’s plain— so why should I complain?
Don't show me love,
I can't handle it anymore.
Just answer me one question -
Why it's always me, left to suffer alone?
Man, why I'm so bloody loser!
You don't have any answer of it?
Then hit me, beat me to death.
Cause in my death your saviour will come.
He ran the race
but didn’t run
his trophy earned
they gave him one
Daisy danced the wild dance of jealousy
Her dancing was her revenge weaponry
She did the can-can
To excite her man
Whom she had caught enjoying revelry.
She had been queuing at the bar for drinks
When suddenly Daisy had an instinct
She turned and what shock
He was in lip-lock
And most certainly enjoying high jinks.
So she danced, for her man was a loser
Should have left the alien much sooner
Her Dear John letter
Said she'd done better
And found herself a huge hearted bruiser.
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