Treasure cache in a basement.
Trophies of past passions exhibited with pride.
Years of boasting are secured.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Most of my life I’ve tried to hide scars because they were ugly reminders of things I didn’t want to think about. And a lot of those scars were invisible to the naked eye. A human couldn’t see these are scars, similar to deep open wounds within me. I learned they are not damaged eye sores but trophies for the trials and tribulations I have overcome thus far. Your scars can be the medals you attain, having given yourself the opportunity to lean deep into your faith. We'll learn we have been healed and forgiven for any wrong we did, any sins we committed. Reminders, we were already forgiven. Those scars are something to remember when we feel like quitting a reminder for when we are too weak to want to feel. We need to remember that someone already died for the terrible things we ruminate on that have already been crucified and healed . Try not to focus on how deep the wound is, keep in mind his are for eternity, that he endured for believers in his word. How can we complain when someone was murdered for you and me. To be able to live a life of love and abundance sin free. I challenge you to use your scars as badges of honor for the rest of your breaths eternity
Don’t suppose the victory was yours alone
The laurels you wear proudly a solo affair,
For in you are the talents of your ancestors
Much teaching from others residing there
The encouragement of your loving peers
Urging applause you received along the way
Those who trained you and buoyed you up
Who set records you worked so hard to break
Be sure to thank them for support they gave
Who sponsored the events in which you excel
Remembering to see a victory as the culmination
Of all the times you didn’t do nearly so well.
Written November 9, 2022
Rosco Adagio, aka for the Cross Promotional
event that was secretly planned to get
rid of reporter hype and fakenews.
Dance floor records was named the
place for the secet meetings.
Due to the lack of cooperation between
several minor league promotions: meaning
their unwillingness to unite and promote matches together
to up there numbers and gain more media
attention, several larger promotions
started turning there back to these smaller
companies urging them to
cooperate and get along. This mean forming
alliances and unting titles and communicating
before they made attempts
to talk to the bigger promotions. The term "Users"
came up talking about
one promoter who refused to do business with
other promoters in there area and even his own
brother ( also a promoter). we heard an angry
Mad Sabian say he had enough trouble finding sponsors
for some of the rag work his guys did, letting
SOO-Soo (unnamed)
get in on the action
would require an investment!
we'll let you know whats going on!
Bassoon Mandellain Report!
Let your tears of joy fall!
They are a poet's soul's rushing waterfall.
If a great poet, you feel more more than most.
Your desire for mediocre poetry is not your thirst.
Of fearless, true,reality in poetry is your infinite search!
You write for the sheer love you have for your artistry,
Realizing completion~you have no need for an invisible trophy!
5-1-2021
Nine little trophies, all in a line
Polished, statuesque, and radiant
Reflecting the feats that I call mine
Standing together, a golden shrine
To the person I yearned to become
To the person I hoped to define
Confining myself is asinine
I am more than my accomplishments
Time to move on from the golden nine
----
May 10th, 2021
A Time for Nine Poetry Contest
Syllables counted with howmanysyllables.com
Night tail of the dark leave in light hues
unfolding the tar-mar black sky of the pitch.
When the light carries away the darkness.
Between us, night fades into the distance.
And the Sun glows bigger and brighter.
Measuring the ratio of time everywhere.
Emptying atmosphere thinner than air.
Wining trophies where moments gather.
In rhapsody on warm summer nights
The quiet moon embracing the sky.
Display a grand panorama of starry lights.
Collecting trophies as time goes by.
Heroic days with brighter tales of light
Jewelling the memories and splendor of night.
No reason to impress others....
They don't care a rip!
It is their trophy they want to win.
As if that was what was poetry was all about.
Simply to impress, and block all others out?
You tell me!
I am at a loss..........why not help other
poets, rather than you be so boss!
I don't want to run a contest~no, not me.
I can't see myself with such masterful talentry!
I know the competition games do flourish.
I'd rather help another poet-friend to grow and nourish.
A friend I'd prefer, by comments and mail.
Like two smiling bunnies under a shady tree.
In satisfaction,thumping their fluffy tails,
In happiness learning poetry not getting all the glory be!
11- 15 - 2020
Ever wonder what difference it might make
To relinquish a trophy for someone else's sake
Who needs a win in their life right then
When you have a history of getting the win?
Ever wonder what difference it might make
To give up what would be easy to take
To realize the other fellow needs to score
While you only crave one laurel more?
Ever wonder what difference it might make
To pass up that honor without being fake
By genuinely setting your own need aside
Helping someone else to crest the tide?
Ever wonder what difference it might make
To learn the value of being opaque?
While seeing another enjoy the limelight
You might gain for yourself a valuable insight.
No, are not in any contest found.
It is your comments to my poetry,
that to my heart are bound.
No one comment is better than
another.
For to me, when you comment,
you are automatically my sister
or my brother!
I see great poets here, lying dead
with sixty reads.
Does it take that long to comment
and do a good deed?
What's the big hurry here?
Poets like having comments and
you can't write one comment of
good cheer?
A contest is definitely not for me.
I prefer friends who comment~
You are the best, loving trophies.
I cannot tell you how much it jump
starts my day!
It makes me so thankful, I shout,
with joy, hurray!
So, thank you, you trophies of my
heart!
Your names are all posted, and in
my soul, glowingly written and will
never depart.
September 15, 2020
Noon PST
Gaiety kids bubbling laughter in scarlet delighT
Ladened with trophies of sparkling rusted coppeR
Observing the bounteous man who'd vanished long agO
Rivers of innocence flood the abandoned summer camP
Inside his heart only the old man knows the trutH
Onlooking little kids remind him of his grandson's origamI
Uplifting his blue spirits they leap at bouncing reveriE
Smiling as he hands them his lost boy's glorious trophieS
May 25, 2020
Double Double Words To Bubble Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Winner: Third Place
Walking only in warmest sunshine.
Being jubilant to honor, only
His name!
Realizing we were all given different
poetic gifts.
So we are in no way, the same.
Try not to compare yourself to
others.
For you are a miracle unto yourself!
So, you see, whatever you write,
comes as a blessing from the
Man in Heaven.
Seven times seven!
He is the One who deserves the
Gold Trophy!
Joyously accept those that are
human and wonderfully given.
September 18, 2019
Do not fear me, I am with you when you say good night
I will guide you, as I do now it's the end of the day
So, be calm. Gently walk through the fading light
Wrinkled skin and kyphosis, paralyze men with fright
when they see me hovering around, they start to pray
Do not fear me , I am with you when you say good night
The end is dignity, do not struggle with all your might
Do what's good, cleanse your mind; all the religions say
So, be calm. Gently walk through the fading light
I have seen you in great many races, this is not a fight
Cameras clicked and trophies held, you had your own way
Do it again, I am with you when you say good night
Life is short, endless duties, time is always tight
You lived a life of a genius, thats what people say
So, be calm. Gently walk through the fading light
As you wished, the horse-drawn carriage isn't white
Your fame is written on millions of petals, on your way
Do not fear now when it's time to say good night
So be calm. Gently walk through the fading light
Champion of life,
trophies on the road
Accolades for someone else,
—one more thing to know
(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)
Halfway through a laugh
and I get flashbacks
of my black past
that always haunts me
I see it everywhere
even on me
I’m all full of scars
my psyche and body
they’re everywhere
they became too hard
to cover
scars from a number
of wars and battles
cheaters and backstabbers
But today
I look at those scars differently
I see the beauty in them
I’m not the victim anymore
they’re no longer scars to me
they’re defensive wounds
from my helpless victims
they’re trophies
trophies I collected
from every cancer I beat
every fake person I killed
every bad memory I choked
every situation I pissed on
they bring a smile to my face
-Elis Artis
11/17/2015
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