Sports Wresting
They sought a style of wrestling
Something legend were made of
Crisp moves showing each combatants
Abilities
Move for move
Move and counter move
Submttive and non submissive
Contestive rule enforced grappling
Blow for blow showing ahworld each
Competitors stance
Allowing to complete to riddle
The frustration of awkwardness
Smoothlines
Punch and counter punch
Move and counter move
Graceful exercusion allowing
Each combatants talents to be showcased
Winners defined by each stipulation
Wrestling
Pure and simple
Professional wrestlinbeyond the specticaul in in the midst of belonging
I cling to love:might should shield me
In every realm I am he
Who is champion
Might ah- world see.
I speak my name
Oh glorious
Crowned or uncrowned
In God we Trust
We get the blame so very often,
Less life experience they say.
They think they're so much better than us,
because let’s face it we’re
merely children.
Pure and simple no worries on our mind.
But even when they scold and frown,
the blame certainly is not always ours.
What really puts them and us apart,
except hours?
The only thing they want is something we can’t reach.
Since we are us and they are them,
neither perfect nor willing to admit it.
And with time passing our differences shrink
our status molded into one,
the story repeats once again,
with the children of our own.
I know I’m right
So I’m keepin’ calm
I’ll bide my time
‘Til I drop the bomb
My flamethrower
Is almost charged
Into the room of your thought
I will barge
Why should I get angry,
When I know I’m right?
It’s pure and simple —
Plain as day
As obvious
As the nose on your face
My composure,
I shall maintain
While I stretch you
Across the rack of pain
(chorus)
No point in any of us
Growing upset
Let’s keep up manners
And etiquette
A side of wisdom, please
With that stuffing
You’re beet-red
All huffing and puffing
When did politics
Equal God?
When did we put our uncles
Before the firing squad?
Your Uncle Keith —
He’s always right
Now kiss my face and
Say goodnight
Amidst the woods, the rustling leaves,
The soothing sound, a soul receives,
Inhale the scents of nature's bloom,
A healing balm that lifts the gloom,
Nature's beauty, a sight to see,
It fills the heart with harmony,
With each step taken on the sod,
A peaceful calm, it brings to God.
The waves that crash upon the shore,
A symphony that I adore,
The salty breeze upon my face,
A kiss of nature's sweet embrace,
The seagulls soaring up above,
A perfect scene of peace and love,
With each wave that ebbs and flows,
A tranquil heart within me glows.
The mountains standing tall and proud,
Their rugged beauty calling loud,
The echoing songs of the birds,
A joyful sound that needs no words,
The mountain air so crisp and clean,
A wonderland of nature's dream,
In every mountain, valley, and glen,
A pure and simple joy within.
He and me
Became we
We became three
Three became a family
Story ended happily
In case you're wondering what's in my heart
It's LOVE my friends, pure and simple LOVE
Now that I've reached this advanced age
I look back and realize love is all I've ever wanted
Didn't ALWAYS feel that special thing I was looking for
But who ever does... it's a figment of the mind
Everyone's definition of love is unique and personal
But the basic underlying theme is the same
Most times it doesn't need to be said
It's a feeling of happiness and indescribable joy
Like no other we have ever experienced
I have loved more than once, most of us do
In my years on this wonderful planet
Some I would call flirtations, some ran much deeper
Some were within my reach... some were unattainable
I would not trade any of those experiences
For a pot of gold... they were worth much much more
Now that I look back and reminisce
I am thankful for all my happy experiences through life
Because they have made me the man that I am!
Cats are creatures, pure and simple
Hunters by the day and night
When they hide and stalk the pigeons
How they love to pick a fight
When they rest, they lick each other
As they groom each other’s head
What is fighting to a kitty
With a blanket for a bed
In the dawn of daylight creeping
Seeping in my sleeping hour
Both my cats are loud and leaping
For the food which they devour
How I love to laugh and watch them
For the futile things they do
Like a chase or losing race
To catch a taste of pigeon stew
Nothing beats a purring kitty
For the comfort people need
When a cat is full and happy
Then my sleep is guaranteed.
"Cat Among the Pigeons"
Written and submitted on December 6, 2021
Contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh
In the breathing forest came memories of my youth,
Nothing more than happiness shadowed by the truth.
The rising sun pulchritudinous like the smile on her face,
Let me think of her once more of pure and simple grace.
In the center of the wood lived a solemn rose,
Surrounded by a cruel weed which prohibited it to grow.
The weed was not considerate only thinking of itself,
Hurt the little rose not caring of how it felt.
Now the rose has grown up and overtowers the weed,
Making it undernourished and causing it to bleed.
Through tolerance and patience the rose has been well fed,
And for the spiteful weed, he gained a brand new bed.
Glancing to the falling moon, I've realized what I've done,
I've killed my inner self by following the sun.
I only hope that things will change far before the end,
So that the enemy I have gained will turn to be my friend.
1989
Seventh Place
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Third Place
YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE, NO. 2
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Life is full of several good items, a mother is their bag
offspring, an addition to her toil but never considered a lag.
She is invaluable, even if wearing rag
family, career, society; yet suffers no drag.
Fertility is blessed for nature and humanity to brag
strong arms to protect, absolute care, the tag.
Breasts to nourish, the little life sings, not nag
love so wide, allowing everyone to wag.
Pure and simple is this heart that its muscles never sag
gives more and more, despite causing more than one gag.
Her tears give her strength much credence
her pain, devastating to pull down any fence
and gives stiff protection, which sometimes make no sense.
The cat easily licks the kitten at no expense,
curb, carried by the jaw of the lioness in full conscience.
Sweet responsibility not for sale, not even in pence,
colours existence beautifully and gives it true essence.
Oh these nurturing hands, beat the assessment of science.
For the bonding with her young, osmium is less dense,
true motherhood to every being is enough opulence.
Star
Shiny Tinsel
Laughter sounds
Nirvana of Christmas
Grandma's house with cousins
Chasing and frolicking, glad to laugh
Gingerbread and cinnamon wafting around
Nirvana pure and simple, Christmas of my childhood
Amazingly beautiful bubble lights at Grandma’s are magical.
Drawing me like a Luna moth as their bubbles gurgled and floated.
Seeming to be brand new each Christmas, magical, mystical, and fresh.
sweet
lovely
pure
delight
in Jesus's
honor
Bigotry is ignorance
Bigotry is not meeting but maybe one person in a certain category.
Bigotry is categorizing all people into the same box
based on crazy things
like religion, the color of their skin,
even their hair color if you truly get down to it.
How many times have you heard:
all blondes are dumb? All old people are senile? All bald headed men are virile?
Bigotry is no here near pure and simple
It is also not totally absolute or self-assured.
I was once told by Matt who was a racist against Polish people,
“My sister could never marry a Pole.”
I asked “What if the Polish man was super nice?”
It would not matter.
“What if the Polish man was kind to the entire family?”
I would not care.
I got serious now.
This is America after all.
I asked him, “What if the Polish man was rich?”
Here is where things changed.
“How rich?”
“Rich enough to buy you a new car so you would change your mind about him.”
“That would be different, he said,” no bigot at all, when it came to money.
#Anything? Remember* Vanilla...
Vanilla happens to be delicious, sweet and mellow on it's own,
and it stands on it's own...It Stands On It's Own.
But, when it comes to the V-Letter word, "Validation"
that lends a different vibration, its a sensation that never FULLY
gets satiated...that's because seeking that flavor is not* intended for
{Core Development Savor}
Do yourself a favor and remember and relish rich PRIME...
This type of intake for Body, Spirit and Mind...requires an Exceptional kind!
Fuel Freshly!!!
Fuel Tastefully*
Signature Uniqueness Has It's Own Special Sweetness...
a Core Developed Completeness, In Tact...Replenishing*{Plentiful} In Fact.
It's the "Anything" filler to reconsider. Pure and Simple. Vanilla...Comes To Mind!
"The Non-Competitive Kind"#
We are but fleeting shadows
On the impersonal sea of time
Footprints washed away in its sands
Such traces that we do leave
Are found in fading memories
And crumbling artefacts.
There are those who aspire
To be written into the pages of history
For cultural immortality
Yet we are no more than specks of dust
In a swirling boundless universe
Minuscule megalomaniacs
With a magnificent obsession
Clinging to a belief in life without end
To give meaning to our existence
That final sleep,portrayed as our dream world,
is oblivion, pure and simple
The ultimate annihilation
Remember man that thou art dust
And into dust thou shalt return.
Will you take my hand and walk with me
To view all of nature’s offerings to see?
Will you escape with me a while, with only a smile
And dance with me, beyond the very last mile?
Will you open your heart, as I trust you with mine?
Enhancing the brightness of the light to shine?
Will you skip the puddles with me and laugh along our way?
To land in each other’s arms at the end of the day?
Love is pure and simple, together we share truth of it all!
As colors blend around us, I touch you in the leaves that fall
And I say, thank you for this walk, for everything
Because you take the time for me, to help my spirit sing!
Heidi Sands
10/11/19
my school counseling curriculum
has been stepped on, rolled about,
kicked down the river.
designed to teach life skills
to students who need them,
I am not only limited to days, now times.
there will be a core time where I
will no longer be in the classrooms
proactive life skill steps no longer welcome
engaging in social interactions
to full satisfaction, being upstanders
not bullies or worse, bystanders, difficult
like art, music and p.e.
guidance is now taking a back seat.
Deemed as “other” no, we will be weeded out in the future.
I feel like an extinct dinosaur,
bellowing my truth, rolling my eyes
as I hear that we are doing this and that for students.
It is money folks
Pure and simple.
Money rules even at schools.
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