Short Competitor Poems
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God is the giver of justice
We, the taker are competitor in this universe
Some of us live and die as winners
Some of us live and die as losers
-October 10, 2018 Chattogram
Doug Jones Came Across
While visiting Senate we came across,
Doug Jones from Alabama a new boss;
We were impressed,
With way he dressed;
Competitor impostor was a complete loss.
James Horn
Trump A Competitor Predator
Trump thinks his worst competitors
Are news reporters as well as editors
Media who will run around in masses
By believe latest person who passes
Actions are typical of people predators.
Halo over his head
He had piercing, fierce eyes
Had children, some unknown
Heralded much like Zeus,
He rode across the skies
Helios was a fierce competitor
Horae, goddess he wed.
Written February 24, 2022
especially for "Greek Mythology" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Joseph May
syllables checked by HMS
There once was a man from Niagara
whose wiener's so long it would stab ya'
but when it got little
his pills became skittles
until he O.D.'d on Viagra
© ~JSLambert 2011*****A classic "stiff" competitor, standing "firm" amongst other "members" in the "thick" of the competition:) hope everyone gets "a rise" out of it!
champion
undefeated, excellent
defending, protecting, ensuring
fighter, superior, opponent, competitor
facing, confronting, contesting
ambitious, intrepid
challenger
Date written: 12/27/2022
Sheba woke up happily, eager to tear apart her competitor
Not in a mean devouring teeth-out, sharpen her claws way
She would do it as a lioness would, approaching slowly.
Giving her prey a sense of peace and hope
Springing at the perfect time
Before the woman’s defenses were up
Tearing her competitor’s edges into bits.
Eating the woman’s chances at stealing her promotion.
The heart is a wonderful thing
when in control and on fond
path – the heart is a fickle-thing,
sometimes confounding
its fore and aft – the heart
is a fierce competitor, when
afire, fearing not God nor Devils --
the heart is a repentant thing, a
foolish thing, Victor and Victim
of its own undoing. The heart,
its own praise and excuse…
a fruit tree~ with a dangling noose.
I tried to lose my shadow
as it followed me about
first it was beside me
or sometimes to my right
sometimes that naughty shadow
would trick me and try to hide
I know it is my shadow
as it copies every move
I tried to run away from it
but my shadow kept its pace
so great a competitor
my shadow run the race
I tried to lose my shadow
but she really will not leave
so I think I'll take her for a walk
oh I so wish she would learn to talk