Standings Poems | Examples

Nothing fears a man

Does anything fear a man?
Making him any softness 
Of manhood? And dignity?  
Extruding a bit deference from him?

Does poverty do that? 
And power? and death? 
And anything else potentially gets that?
Bring in a man a bit despair?
Or a bit sorrow ? a  bit sad?

Truly  Sorry for the requests 
I  ensure a man is a man
The  standings-in 
Of almighty, of kindness, of love 
Of bravery and, of wisdoms 
HE is the blessed king 

Indeed, nothing defeats a man,
Saying Needless to fear him 
I heard he had once said
If I am afraid of you
I am not a MAN for a that

To My Ex-Husband: I Was Fluent in What Failed Us

I missed the window of my telling
you who you are. My greatest
talent, f*cked too thin to mend,
or maim when it mattered most.

I’m not mad anymore, just sifting
through the wreckage of my gift—
this heft of language, all I ever said,
only salve on hand to save us, too often 
out of stock.

Words flawless on paper, I fell limp
spilling from a broken mouth.
Throwing spells at your functional illiteracy,
believing an explanation could level 
our podium standings, but it never did.

I never do.
Even though I’m perfect on paper.

You never do what I want, either.
Imagining Sisyphus content
was the death of us.
And we have died nine million times
attempting the trick of it—
a compromise so smug, filled with hubris
enough to spare every kind, 
every one of us, where no one dies,
unless that’s how they wanted
their story to end. 

Our story is ending. 
What else is there?

A rock and a hill, a present mishandled 
until it becomes a burden. 
Until we've learned the weight of words 
won’t hold us, slip, slipping away 
again and again, and I’m there
hauling myself through the unwritten 
spaces you didn't even notice, you left.

The Fathers

The holders of custom and bearings
The teachers of manners and sayings 
The steerers of the leanings and standings
The givers of surnames and blessings
The fabric that makes priests and kings 
Are fathers in their fatherhood and fathering 

You are both shield and guide
In whom sons and daughters confide
You are both scion and pride
Of the society you are placed to abide
You are both the breadth and stride 
Of your kind’s spread; far and wide 

Be today celebrated but ever honored 
For all you have selflessly offered 
Good and faithful service unwaivered 
May your steps be Divinely ordered 
And likewise armed and armoured
For whatever storm to be weathered 

God be present in your sunshine and rain 
God give you joy for your pain
May all your toils bring you gain
Scale hills as though traversing plains
And all in all firmly remain 
Godly and righteous without stain

HAPPY FATHERS DAY.

K. Muitherero

Than We sing

Haru and RItm often seemed
out of place and often with
a certain concern.

Yindiao told Jidiao Giam Jiezou
not to Jiving Biayan
he was cheap on the Xuaniu
and lacked concern with
his Cantar's. He put a symbol to indicate
that they had only stumbled upon
the sounds and songs.
Only due to an alteration were they
clashed about what style they
wished to represent. Coda: divided
them as people. Some
where jealous
of each other.
Some were repositioned
because of there standings and appeal.
Six of us are alluring and Amorous
while others only had an uncertain appeal.
They dubbed some as Perfect voice
and unappealing: while the others
were super appealing and lacked
vocal giftiering.
Fussed they appealed to different sectors.
Ritm stood above the rest as he was 
Super appealing and had a strong proud bassey voice.
" A World should hear these men sing"
While there the instruments sound magical the background singers
sound soothingly perfect!"


The Music producer said he found one in a tobacco fild.And the other guy was a Machinist at a Nevada Lithium Mine. Bothe were Pianist and guitarist and one was a reknowed flutist.

I AM ALIVE-

tender so those the voices
that laden calls unto me
beautiful the rekindle words
spoken lovely told

harsh the cool brisk winds
nurtured sparks kindling temps
winds music softy plays

Aals! dearest so heart
beating inside my vessel
stalls still standings
hearts beatings within this these seasons

I am alive
12/22/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
from anthology " a Place 4 Her Heart "

Friends

Empty in itself, the soul lives
Feeling of loneliness thrives there within
A sound of peace among the dark
A soul search touch of humanity
Days of friends gone, now aquaintances
Work, life; everyday trails of consistent

We cut ourselves off from society ways
Raising kids, paying bills, a sun up sundown job
We lose ourselves of our own doing
Growing to adulthood,a life has past 
Some turn to whiskey in hopes of soaking
New beginning, friends of different standings 

Living of a world, existing in our own
What is it life offers except to live
Friends, just like enemies out the woods
In my own the only one I trust
They come and go, some in betrayal
Others, memories carry and people change

Friends of my own domain dominance
A trust only in one I find liability
The delusion of man, untrustworthy in being
Myself, I am my best of all 
Seeing is believing, attitude is everything
But friends we are eternal souls
Between the living and dead, darkness light
Only one will you find any true

No Anchor For Rancour

Bitterness or resentfulness, especially when long-standing.
I feeling of hate and ongoing anger 
Bitterness is where I am at null disclaimer
about something in the past standings
Bitterness I am long standing in my emotions
Bitterness spite my hate my new devotions
Malignancy animosity antipathy
The mistreatment of me unholy
In a ship on the seas of unreasonably
I am sinking in a ship of no anchor for rancour

8/6/23
For No anchor for rancour Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

Abnormal Assessment

Shared standings and beguiling beginners
Brobdingnagian breeding and brutal babies
False fellows and flumadiddle flair
Well-attended wedding with subpar sageness
Cash corrosive customs control
Plagued positions and phony persona
whimsical world pious properly pegged

Written: April 30, 2023

Alliterisen Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May


Line  1 -   x  = 10
Line 2 -  10+2 = 12
Line 3 -  10-1 = 9
Line 4 - (10+2 )-1 = 11
Line 5 - 10-2 = 8
Line 6 -  (10+2)-2 = 10
Line 7 =  10

Slick Olympic Quick Trick

When the temp goes down smiles come out. 
You can hear the cheers of athletes shout. 
Coming from competitors of all walks of life. 
Piercing the chill like butter with a hot knife. 

Strapping up ski boots to hit the steep slopes. 
Some rookies are naturals learning the ropes. 
Bundled up and ready to get up from a spill. 
Back to flying down that flurry covered hill. 

Helping cheer up a buddy short on confidence. 
Since sportsmanship pays us back in cents. 
There’s more than one winner in every race. 
If you do your best, the prize is on your face. 

So whether standing on skates or skis. 
Or falling and pushing on with sore knees. 
There’s a champ fighting to better ourself. 
This isn’t for the glory, it’s to feel real health. 

Count them out and they’re coming up winners. 
Earning every bite of the hot recovery dinners. 
So enjoy the show, because they’re having fun. 
No matter the standings of when it’s all done.

The Cauldron of Life

I remember standing proud in the shadows
Observing those who were belittling me,
Their insults sometimes piercing like arrows
Wondering how different our futures would be
They were the jocks, I, the consummate geek.
Oh, how I wanted to be one of those fellow
Football-players strong, they saw me as weak
They were ironclad, and I like a marshmallow.
When academic standings were announced,
My name always found its place near the top
After school I could count on getting pounced,
I thought the intimidating would never stop.
When I returned for our twentieth-class reunion,
My classmates took note of my achievements
With my tormentors there was no communion,
No one celebrated their calamitous life events.
I felt so disappointed life was passing them by,
For they had every opportunity for success
I wondered if somehow strength did not apply,
But, in the long run, they seemed not in distress. 
It is true that it takes all kinds to make a world,
There is room for both the jocks and the geeks
Think, we are all in the cauldron of life swirled
And none of us deserve being treated like freaks.

written February 27, 2022

Our Valentine Gift We Won

We all stood tall
Backs against to. Wall
It was hard
From the start
It was our vote we did not poke
We knew this was no joke
Is was rain or shine standings line
Was the lord bond
Vote had lot to say 
Was our  VALINTINE  day GIFt WE WON

Organic and Non Organic Foods

Organic and Non-Organic Foods
By: Ramona Stephens
Organic Food is the very best to eat.
Take care of your organs and your teeth.
No Fertilizers, No Pesticides.
Just White Rice with Fresh Vegetables on the side.
Do not inject Tomatoes, Apples, Bananas or Mangoes.
Grow what you eat, eat what you grow. 
Naturally grown Fruits and Vegetables is the way to go.

Synthetic Fertilizers may hurt your tummy.
If Non-Organic was good bees would use it in honey.
Take care of your body and watch what you eat.
Organic Foods is nutritious for long standings on your feet.
So once again grow what you eat and eat what you grow
Naturally grown vegetables is the way to go.

The Way of Life To My Children

The Way of Life To my Son 

Felicia Jefferson-Weaver- Jefferson Avatar
  
 In the path of life sometimes you can get thrown off the path or maybe you wander off the path but repentance and genuine love for God and man will always put you back on the path.
 Life is a  cycle, just in case you get off of the wheel , when you see yourself jump back in and go into a great  whole future.
The whole purpose of living this life is to meet your maker in Good standings.

Sincerely Yours , 

Your Mama

The Way Opf Life Corrected

The Way of Life To my Son 

Felicia Jefferson-Weaver- Jefferson Avatar
  
In the path of life sometimes you can get thrown off the path or maybe you wander off the path but repentance and genuine love for God and man will always put you back on the path.
 Life is a  cycle,  just in case you get off of the wheel , when yourself see you jump back in. 
The whole purpose of living this life is to meet your maker in Good standings.

Sincerely Yours , 

Your Mama

The Way of Life To My Son

In the path of life sometimes you can get thrown off the path or maybe you wander off the path but repentance and genuine love for God and man will always put you back on the path.
 Life is a  cycle,  just in case you get off of the wheel , when you see you jump back in. 
The whole purpose of living this live is to meet your maker in Good standings.

Sincerely Yours , 

Your Mama

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