Years to formulate
From average to great
Today it became appreciate
It was my grandfather bless his soul
He wanted success for his grandson
Foundation of the Typewriting keyboard you see
Typing was going to be bread and butter for me
Skills in that order
My Grandfather covered two theories of typing and preparing me for college
I practiced typing 4 hours every day
Getting my fingers acquainted to the keyboard
Alpha letters and extending sentences in typing lookout
The Thesaurus being my lesson to elevate intellectual boundaries
My Grandfather being business minded in mind, body and spirit
Determination virtue my high mark
Years of cultivation to master
Success came through typing
My Grandfather being my number one fan
“Succeed until fulfilled”
Look back only for a moment and striving forward
Reflecting back on my teachings having an impact
Grandpa’s hopes and aspirations for his Grandson
My world without end
My beginnings into the future
Before my Grand Father died, he said, “You are going to remember this old man”
You can’t forget where excellence got its start
Thanks Grandpa
You made a difference through me that follows me.
I don’t know if I’m healed or traumatized
I can’t tell you how much I don’t care anymore
I don’t have the energy to leave long paragraphs anymore
I guess something in me just switched
I guess I got tired of my own and other people’s
There’s no desire to hang on to anyone who I’m not certain of
I have no desire to sulk
Only to get up and go for the life I deserve
People show you everyday why it’s important to be your number one fan
Sometimes I think I have “please disrespect me” written on my forehead
I have no desire to beg for something you should give freely
My top priority is taking care of and loving myself
I have no desire for anyone who doesn’t show out for me the way I show out for them
I’ve never been a fake one
Only a real one
I have no desire for anything other then what is good for me
So please if you’re not
Then stay away from me
You got me you got me baby
You got me, and I am your lady
You got me eating out of your hand;
I am your number one fan
You know, I am your lady;
And I've been working hard
I've been working all day
Your the reason why I do it this way
Hey hey hey hey I am your lady
Hey hey I am your lady
When I get home , I'll see to you ;
I am in those high heels, those sexy shoes
When I get home, I'll see to you
In a diva dress serving you top table Eton's mess food
I've been cooking on gas , turning up the heat
Oh yer baby I'm ready to eat;
When I get home , I"ll see to you
I am wearing those high heels and sexy shoes
You know, what I'm gonna do?
I am gonna take you to our favourite dining room
Gonna get down to The Groove
Serving you the way you like me to
When I get home , I'll see to you ;
I am in those high heels, those sexy shoes
She told the dragons
where to fly
and which men
should helplessly die
She is the dragon queen
the ruler of flying beasts
she is so mean
but her lips are all so sweet
Her kingdom was vast
and it covered far
from the corner of the oceans
to the nearest star
But could she love
a mortal man
her destiny was to be tried
by her number one fan
Together they would dance
at the dragons feet
and their love would prosper
in sweltering heat
But the man would bite
the forbidden fruit
and he would die so softly
as he seek the truth
Sometimes the sadness I feel
I find it so hard to deal
With my body dying
My heart is crying
I try hard not to complain
But it's hard to explain
I love life so much
When I feel deaths touch
It makes me want to cry
Who really wants to die
But is all a part of the life we live
How much love we give
How much strength it can take
Remembering any past mistake
You want to mend
You don't want it to end
You even pretend
Time is not enough
But you hang tough
You don't want it to end ever
But you know it's now or never
Show love while you can
Be your number one fan
Go for the gold
You know you will never grow old
Enjoy while you yet live
Your all you must give
Dont settle for second best
You will pass the test
A tear falls
Nature calls
You enjoy it because nothing ever last
Have a blast
Live like there's no tomorrow.
Don't get lost in the sorrow
Find some joy to share
Yes you dare
To live life while your here
Don't give in to fear
Hold life dear
It's all you can do.
Don't be blue
Life is a gift
Sometimes you need a lift
But don't give in
That's the sin
next time I’ll grab the reins
of those exhausting relationships
I’m fed up and simply can’t
sit through another
one-way conversation
I just can’t do it anymore
next time I’ll ask
because I really need to know
don’t you ever tire of speaking about yourself
you carry on and on
spewing out your every thought
you sound convinced that
I am your number one fan
~ news flash ~
you are not that interesting !!!
take a breath
come up for air
for a change
ask me how I’m doing
and try actually waiting
for an answer
AP: 1st place 2026, Honorable Mention 2022
Ladies please take note
this is a massage for
the little man in the boat.
To whom so much of myself
I willingly devote.
I hope you understand,
the way you melt in my mouth
and not in my hand.
I am forever
your number one fan.
You spend more time
than any dentist,
looking down my throat.
And I have to admit,
I've always admired your boat.
From the first time
you taught me what to do.
We had fun like teenagers
skinny dipping in your canoe.
As I became the engine
to your motorboat,
you laugh whenever a hair
gets caught in my throat.
You say I'm doing it right
when I can't breath.
I thought it was funny
the first time I sneezed.
The first to comment
Uplifting my soul
Did anyone know
How difficult to share
My thoughts
My love
My deepest emotions
Did anyone care
As I laid my soul bare
Tentatively putting my poems out there
For all to see
For all to stare
My first time was scary
I was so unaware
if my poetry
could move
or even inspire
or was it just rubbish
to burn on the fire
Confidence restored
my poetry is now
completely diverse
a veritable smorgasbord
of joy
of sadness
of life thus far
and all because she commented
my friend
my superstar
From the Isle of Man
I’m her number one fan
She’s my sweetest friend
And her name is Jan
Written 21st September 2019
1st Place
Contest Name Pick a Friend on Soup
Sponsor Bobby May
Contest Strand Select K
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
Three year olds, really baffle me, they act like their forty, while still looking three, their angry and little, and cute as can be, while talking , some lines, like “I’m getting angry”, the bestest of friends, the truest of mates, they’ll walk in your house, no shutting your gate, they’ll eat all your food, and trump in your bed, they’ll walk through the garden, and look in your shed, they’ll eat all your cookies, and chocolate and crisps, no diet for them, no weight on their hips, My very best friend, my very best mate, my new year, my Christmas, my only date, my nemesis, my villain, my hero, my crook, my number one fan, while I’m reading a book, my duet, my author, my canvas, my page, my love gets stronger, and stronger with age, my mini little chunk, my mini little Thor, with every breath, The more I adore, without you here, I know this so clear, my life would be empty, and still full of fear, all that is good and all that is free, this three year old hero, called Finley
I have a stalker that I love, I should be in church but I'm in the club, I think the attention is like a drug to my self confidence, yeah I know that's supposed to be autonomous, whenever I need to feel love or get lost in the moment, I know you are down because you're my biggest proponent, I act like I'm not interested to see how far you let me take it, then you turn on the charm and to myself I say might don't make it, once again I wake up next to my number one fan, it's been seven years & don't ask me because I still don't understand, maybe I don't have a stalker I'm just seeing competitive spirit, or maybe I'm in a relationship but refuse to endear it
There was a man's man, you could say he was grand,
who blessed the cinema screen and had millions of fans.
When he swaggered into a room, men stepped aside,
their wives and their daughters they would all try to hide.
He had something about him, some called it true grit.
Others would say, "What ever it is, I wish I had it!"
He stood around six-foot-four, larger than life.
If you crossed paths, you had better brought more than a knife.
On and off the screen he got his respect,
actors today, sorry to say, don't have that effect.
Willis, Deniro, Pacino and the Rock all rolled into one,
wouldn't come close to John Wayne and the things he has done.
Now I've seen all his movies, thanks to my Dad, his number one fan.
From Rio Bravo, Rooster Cogburn, Chisum and The Quiet Man.
That's just a few, to list all would take too much time
and drain all my ink and ruin my rhyme.
The Duke didn't lose many fights that he fought,
the man he portrayed was invincible we thought.
The battle called cancer he just couldn't juke,
but I'll always remember this pilgrim, known as the Duke.
10/12/18
Being my number one fan,
I never waited for applause
Living within my own code
all reasons fixed on—just because
Being in charge of myself
the days flowed freely into years
Dying from living too hard
the past exposed—the future clear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)
Am I made of chocolate? I don't feel sweet
But when I am near you I melt at your feet
This puddle you stand in; it used to be me
A bit of a mess now but still a fine treat
With distance to aid us; I'm retaking form
I used to be chocolate but now I'm a storm
My wind cannot cool you; So perfectly warm
And even my lightning can't help but adore
Such a beautiful woman; Transforming a man
From clown into poet into number one fan
Of those magical eyes; My God do they span
To her heart from her soul then back again
It takes just a blink; To cease asking why
You have so much charm in such epic supply
Unlikely you'd notice; Should some go awry
The goal of this story was making you mine
Well maybe not that; But vent some release
Feelings inside make one weak in the knees
And I don't often find; A redhead to tease
Using my poetry boredom disease
Hints not taken from countless missed calls,
and no replies to tons of texts.
Still she searches through social media clues,
pursuing like a hunter,
pondering why his green light illuminates.
Investigating google's archives,
she claims to be his number one fan.
She knows the clothes he wears
and the places where he eats.
Downloading images does not crave her fascination.
She follows him like the moon.
Lurking..
Standing at corners, hidden in alleys.
Her binocular eyes preying on him.
He can feel her watching silently.
Hear her obsessive deep breaths,
ensuing his every step.
The sight of her eerie image
is like a million beetles,
crawling under his skin,
driving him insane - controlling his mind.
Her nauseating voice leads to nervous sensations
with outbreaks of panicky perspiration.
His stomach tightens and heart beats violently.
His eyes glare in shock, his body seems frozen.
and all she can say is;
" I do it because I love you!"
Silent One
Simple Musing
7 November 2017
Just a quick example for the 'stalker' contest
I would gaze at the stars with you
I would do whatever you wanted to
I would kiss you in the pouring rain
I would give you my last name
I would cuddle with you throughout the night
I would make sure that you were tucked in tight
I would love for you to be my baby girl
I would have no regrets in this world
I would make you smile all the time
I would make sure your happy with being mine
I would give you my heart
I would make sure we never fell apart
I would scream love songs to you as loud as I can
I would let you know that I am your number one fan
Truth is there isn't anything that I wouldn't do
To let you know that I am crazy for you
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