Juan bought seats for the pickleball tourney
Sonia was glad to go on their journey
Juan showed her his paddle
She made it go ‘twaddle’
Sonia was pleased, said ~ 'Seems you prefer me'
48 teams started the journey
All hoping to go far in the tourney
But one by one they were sent home
Soon 2 will be left to battle for the throne
France has booked their ticket once again
Only to face the formidable Spain
Its a semifinal sure to thrill
As both teams show their skill
England and Norway will vie for a semi-final spot today
Will the 'Vikings 'the '3 Lions' slay?
Argentina and Switzerland will also battle for a spot
Argentina is sure to come out on top
Our love~
a dance, a flame,
a rollercoaster ride.
A song sung on a long journey,
two stolen hearts sewn into one spirit—
as if prepared for life's tourney,
not to slide as we glide~
deaf to all blame...
sort of.
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Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Contest Judged: May 10th, 2025 2:07:00 AM
Placement: Tenth
For two weeks, at all hours, I watched FIFA games
Familiarizing myself with all the players' names
But I won't be viewing the World Cup anymore
after the favored U. S. team was unable to score
Too much drama was promoted, so it would seem
over not singing the National Anthem, but I'd deem
their focus was on winning, as I think it should be
and not on patriotic agendas, "My country tis of thee."
A penguin (mascot) waddles so he can't play football
If he had tried, he'd have stumbled and taken a fall
Not once did I hear his name, Tazunis, mentioned
I don't think that slight of him was well intentioned
The U.S. team was defeated by Sweden in overtime
Their goalie, Zecira Musovic, played a game sublime
Time after time her heroic efforts prevented a score
No goals had been made, but the game was not a bore
U.S. women won the first tourney game by one goal
but wouldn't "Do it Again" and lost their favorite role
They didn't play, "Beyond Greatness," not even close
It was time they fly home and to Australia say, "Adios."
Too many ups and downs in the journey
Too much sweet, bitter and honey
Far far away long way travel
Crying for peace in front of the devil
Destructed abstracted undefined destiny
Self-realizations in the middle of the journey
Multi-personalities in a tourney
Giving up and giving in convicted felony
For murdering the person in me
Painting characters to fitting in to see
Too many unanswered questions for thee
Humming happily for the sunflower-like bee
Praying for God to unlock the key
Self-realization got me on my knee.
That I am worth it and worthless
That I am hopeful and hopeless
That I am cheap and priceless.
I go round and round on my youth
Nursing my pain for pills of sooth.
I finally found out that realization is self-lose.
red buds are blooming
song birds are swooning
tonight, on the weather
they say it will snow
cardinal's crooning
mushrooms are mooning
temperatures dropping
the wind's going to blow
spring in the south is
the craziest season
winter's reluctant
not ready to go
eighties and twenties
within the same weekend
surprising nobody
people here know
the bread and the milk
are a different matter
those disappear like
a bolt from a bow
in just a few days
not a bit of this matters
March madness is coming
the tourney's the show
when your alma mater
is still on the ladder
if twister is twisting
or rising floods flow
your roof could blow off or
hell could freeze over
you're breathless, oblivious
abask in the glow
They call it March Madness
this NCAA Men's Basketball Tourney
For all but one team, though, it's sadness
as a stinging defeat ends their athletic journey
Champing The Seasons
A March spring rose like December,
pale shadows meet, by my shutter,
blues screech, that I brooded over,
... my gist be faint, cause a clutter.
As seasons shift their daily quest,
recurrent graduate the stressed,
the day soon proves to modify,
this challenge is met, up go I.
Like December, pale shadows meet,
by my shutter, a March spring rose,
--that I brooded . . . over, my gist . . .,
be faint, cause a clutter, blues screech.
Capricious seasons my journey,
groove the best exact a tourney.
2020 September 28
*2nd Place*
Charonnet
~~charles messina
Through the thoroughfares,
Started the defiant journey,
Went along , the worldly scares,
Whilts moving towards life's tourney.
Linked up the bits,
Made up the path,
Moving down the streets,
Enduring life's wrath.
An absolute downhill,
No control on the speed,
Only obscurity and not a still,
Moving forward without a lead.
I'm moving past the scenery,
Learning life with a new vision,
Feeling the nature in its greenery,
Following the path without a reason.
Around the world in the blink of an eye.
Conquering adventure, for a young child to spy.
Kingdoms of gold and many a magical being.
A world of imagination, limited only by one's dreaming.
Twinkling of illustrations, fiddling of the human mind.
The inner workings of a child's dreamworld begin to unwind.
Castles and dragons, conjured along this fantasy's journey.
Master of this realm, engendering a grand tourney.
The mind of a child is more precious than gold.
Vivid imagery, so much power to behold.
No limitations, an endless chaotic swell.
Infinite unfettered aspirations, a child's magical carousel.
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carousel picture prompt poetry contest
sponsored by Eve Roper
Living is a treasured journey,
Not a trophy chasing tourney.
Yet many tend to rush its flow,
Smelling the roses on the go.
Tomorrow shall not seize the day;
Surely the power of Now may.
Love life as is! The lower pace,
The slower to the resting place!
December 29, 2019
The journey begins with a single step,
It miles away but the choice is yours to take,
It's all about the movement,
Moment you realize you can crawl, walk, run and fly knowing there are possibilities in impossibility,
The world is yours for taking, only if you do more working and less talking,
The road is rough but grace plays a smooth role, sealing every pole hole,
So make your faith hold,
Your life hold and own by you,
Cause we all on the same journey on different path leading to one destination,
So we all have our given purpose with a target,
You have to strike hard to hit the goal post,
Don't live to die for the just curse,
Die to live with and for a just course,
Cause a short fulfilled life is better than a long a long wasted life.
So early discovery is advice, once you know the way you can advance.
Life is a journey,
Life is a tourney,
With a trophy,
Don't die a failure,
So I say don't DIE unfulfilled...
You cannot grow if you don’t try
Or change all that which you deny
Nor place blame for all your woes
On all the wrongs that you oppose
In feeling righteous without fault
Ensures the barricade of the vault
That holds the martyr forever bound
Desired freedom is never found
You cannot alter what you don’t accept
Remaining thus forever inept
Crying victim for way too long
Becomes yet another unheard song
Our destinies are ours to mold
In making choices strong and bold
Our actions so predict our journey
In making us winners of the tourney
Only truth to self will set you free
Only you can be what you should be
Only you can choose that which you need
And only you can stay fixed or proceed
just sat down to have a bowl.
a little soup to feed my soul.
it's cold out there.
it's nice to find.
a place where we can share in kind.
lulu left us in the lurch.
to find a new place we can perch.
hello old friends who've made the journey.
may the best man or woman win the tourney.
These are the long depressing walks
It's the sad songs that talk
The missed opportunities that hold us at fault
Nothing but smiles at birth
You didn't think I'd forget
The most precious angel on this earth
Since I entered this world formally
Then I should be able to smile normally
Looking from an angle and you can't see things clear
Write with an attitude and you can't be sincere
Take a piece of this heart
Blood vessels, veins, continuous pain
sprout and intervene to produce this art
Might see you, me at a different height
the things you do when your wings won't take flight
it seems we're all trying to switch our momentum
Without slowing down to stop
Want to find ways of growing up without the drop
Slaves of tears, surfing the waves of fear
At the end of a journey, we start another journey
Go through ups and downs to enter the after-tourney
These are the long depressing walks
It's the sad songs that talk
The missed opportunities that hold us at fault
"too little time, too many thoughts"
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