Short Medal Poems
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I knew you don't go in,
But I wasn't coming out.
When you're a fish in the fish bowl
Going belly up.
The army awarded my son a medal.
"Extraordinary heroism," they said.
They handed it to me and not to him;
My hero-son is dead.
The Olympic Medal
To be given a gold medal
You have to win the gold medal
To take drugs and cheat
Is winning without merit
To dishonour the olympics
Is to dishonour Yourself.
Carved a niche in history with his javelin throw
Neeraj Chopra, the Indian with golden glow
He speared it in his first attempt, cool and composed
The next was ev’n better, he triumphed unopposed.
08.08.2021
wake up
time for meddling
meddling away the day
it's got a bad rap
wake up
pray on demand
yelling goes over well
with a no no no never
yelling deserves the medal
dinner plate of medley would be just fine
side of baby corn's will come up later
deserves a medal
Best-in-show
We cannot all be that, right?
Do we even want to be?
Or would it be silly …
Watching humans follow commands.
Jump.
Sit.
Run.
Stop.
Trot.
Best-in-show
We all want the prize money
And the ribbons
But who wants to do
All of that parading?
Not this dog.
Hello out there, Team Canada, don't be scared.....
It's gold medal fight, that Team USA wins tonight
And the whole world knows, CROSBY BLOWS! As the puck goes down the ice.
Luongo jumps, and the Americans bump, and the Canadians show disdain...
Someone roars: "RAFALSKI SCORES!", and Team USA wins the game....
M-edal of loyalty is given
A-nd awarded to you;
R-eceiving it with gladness,
Y-our soul is inspired anew.
G-old medal of loyalty
R-eminds you of obedience;
A-s you offer Almighty God
G-lory and praise in benevolence.
A-im to finish the race, reaching the end of journey;
S-aturday January thirteenth, keep the medal of loyalty.
Medal Of Honor Day
March 25,2025
today is a day for heroes
a time to salute the bravest
the ones who went beyond the call
put life and limb on the line
for their comrades and country
let us give thanks
for those Army, Air Force, Navy, Marine
and Coast Guard veterans who
have earned the right to
wear
The Congressional Medal of Honor
The Medal
I dislike bragging
Once I won a bronze medal
For running
Sixty meters
I wore the medal
Every day
Even when going to bed
Put it under my pillow
One day it wasn’t there
I think my brother
Took it.
It was found
Behind the bookshelf
Yes, we only had one
10 years later.
By then I had become blazê
Gold was the goal
I never got won anything
Since my day
Of copper coloured brilliance.
Olympic Medals
I dislike bragging
But once I won a Bronze medal
For running
Sixty metre
I wore the medal
Every day
And when going to bed
Put it under
My pillow.
One day it was not there
I think my brother
Took it
It was found behind the bookshelf
Yes, we only had one
10 years later
By then I had become blaze
Gold was the goal
But I had never won a thing
Since my day
Of copper coloured brilliance
A policeman named Abele Bibka
Never ran marathons in Korea
Won Olympics in Rome
Took a gold medal home
His country then named, Abyssinia
________________________________
You can't make up a name like this...
Abele was in the military guard of
then-Emperor Hailie Selassie. He
won the gold medal in 1960, back
when most Olympic athletes were
true amateurs, training in their
'spare time.'... Do you know what
Abele's country's name is today?!
The pain and the success,
The aches and the medals,
The sweat before the shower,
Feeling weak where you once felt power.
The trips and the podiums,
The icy morns and the sunlit eves,
The strained pant before the joyous exhale,
A winning mentality to beat any fear of fail.
The disappointments and the smiles,
The sore backs and the comforting throb of rest,
A question of challenge becomes an answer of what if?
Choosing safe and secure or to leap from that cliff.
‘I wear the chain forged in life.’ – Charles Dickens from A Christmas Carol.
Enduring the daily drudgery ahead –
providing no comfort, only burden.
Resisting the luxury of memories
as regrets only serve a selfish purpose –
clamouring like Marley’s chains.
The dulcet tones of unchained laughter
free of guile and regrets.
I welcome the many fond memories –
comforting medals of honour.
I embrace the promise of the family gathering ahead.