Short Contenders Poems
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sequins in the sky
hot air balloon contenders
sparkling with mirth
sequins in the sky
flowing as if poured
by a god who loves us
Multicolored multitudes
Awaiting their first game.
Rolling stones which
Bump contenders out of place
Landing just right
Enticing the shooters to
Strike them all out.
TLH © 06-10-2012
She is persnickety about who she dates if I’m not mistaken.
We have brought her many contenders, but nothing has taken.
She likes looking for herself, her choices have gone asunder.
At least these days she is running out of rocks to look under.
two-thousand-four
losers no more
Boston Red Sox
out of the rocks
contenders again
beginning to win
three word series wins
no more Babe Ruth sins
now Ortiz calling it quits
won't send the Sox to the pits
for they're stronger than strong
without doing a wrong
A summer of smiles, a paradise of play,
lively, lighthearted laughter, each delirious day -
I clobbered all contenders in ping-pong.
I sought and I seized every fly ball in the field
in the picturesque park where I wheeled.
The charms of childhood’s recreation revealed -
I reach back and recall a sweet summer song.
today we teachers got out at three
I jumped for joy
Because we usually get out at four-thirty-five
When the worst craziest drivers think they are contenders
for the Indianapolis 500
Days I have to hang on to my steering wheel
With stiff fingers
Clenching my teeth
Swearing a stream of mean words
Terrified some idiot driver will catch up with me
there was a contest to decide
which faerie queen to abide
contenders came from kingdoms near
each one clever, each one dear
gnomes, elves and brownies watched the game
hoping Faerie Guinevere, they would name
she had protected the fey all her life
Brownie king brought out his fife
Guinevere was selected that day
to the relief of the entire fey
Millennial Madness
Millennial meltdowns dripping liquid assassins
Hollywood havens dressed in fictitious fashions
Political parasites promiscuous pretenders
Inaugural inquisitions collateral contenders
Suicidal secretions, soups of the day
Tantalizing tyrants, leading the way
Corrosive climates heating the score
Idiocentric inconsistencies waging the war.
Jan.19.2017...^WW^
Let fingers whisper passion in clashes,
Stroke fire and heat to enrage the flashes,
Each seductive contact with the caches,
As I torture your skin with tongue lashes.
Hyperactive silhouette's of contenders,
Loving probes matching their surrenders,
Wiggling members entertained by plunders,
Feverish minds management blunders?
Secret desires in rhymed wet modes,
Covets thirsty pleasure dripping lodes:
O
Canada
Land of the free
Fields and lakes and hills
A history built on hard work and sweat
Pious generations with ambition
Charting progress with pride
Humble and persevering
World class contenders
We stand proud
Canada Day
Each day
Eh!
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on December 20, 2019 for contest WHITMAN-INSPIRED UPLIFTING POETRY, OLD OR NEW sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE - RANKED 2ND
Every despot dead or alive
looks is red pepper
each with own stool
a stool never shared
Every despot dead or alive
loves the golden stool
those who try to look at it
have their eyes burned
Any despot dead long ago,
lies in the grave alive,
holding the stool to the chest,
to deny contenders.
Every despot dead or alive,
goes to hell with the stool,
since it’s hotly debatable
if any can reach Heaven’s gates
The race was on, the results could be wonderful or dire
Meredee’s dragon was excited enough to breathe fire
Her parents shared a pokey family dragon named McFee
He was so slow, I doubt he could outrun little Meredee.
The contenders soared into the air, and around a big hill.
Some of the slower dragons were at the beginning line still.
It was a race that made my heart beat triple time.
My cousin Meredee won, which was rather sublime.
Champions in fighting selfishness thru God's grace
Conquerors against worldliness, waving heaven's banner
Cleaving to the Saviour Who indeed assured "I will never leave thee"*
Claimers of the King's eternal prize, reaching life's race finish line
Contenders for holiness-bouts, humbly yielded to the Master...
Cared for, we are His children, obedient to Him!
*Hebrews 13:5 "...I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee."
February 19, 2019
We should stop eating all of these fattening foods.
Turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy at the ready.
But yet, it is Thanksgiving week and they put us in good moods.
You start the potatoes, I‘ll warm the potatoes, I tell Freddy.
We used to buy vegetables, but they always got thrown out.
We are both contenders for serious conditions including gout.
But we like our red meat, our liquor, our taters and our sweets.
We definitely cannot give up bacon, ham, or t-bone beefs.
Yuletide carols sing around;
Lovely memories fade to thee
And remind me who I've found.
You and I embrace in harmony,
Holding tight as we are bound.
For I fall down but surely gain hope,
When you easily change my view,
Bequiled in our captive-heart's enlope.
Our love costs nothing in my rue
Of that one promising kiss or more a few.
Our contenders know not how we exist;
We hold an endearment none could resist.
Lennon Hammett 11/29/2021
Rose,
The morn is bright
and fair,
and so art thou.
Good Lord! when
shall my envy
cease, for he that loveth thee?
My convincing love words
will never be exhausted
until your highly sought
after hand in marriage I have won.
Contenders from the east, west,
north and south of France
line up by day just for your
consent to seek.
But just as dauntless, relentless
and resilient in battle I have been,
so will I be in my struggle
with these contenders
for your heart's epicentre.