Poetry contests ...
skew the way
hoping
for a win
Ink
that never
truly dries
lost within the din
Words not felt
but chosen
to stay
forever cold
Spiraling
to depths unknown
in darkness
— bought and sold
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
Trophy hunt has no murder degree
Established by international law
What’s the point, if there’s one, tell me
Why a beast must be killed, what for?
I'm afraid there is no such law
For there are no united nations
They all died in the recent war
For the human depopulation
Now the nature is resting, at last
The grey and white grasses stand high
The cement trees spreading fast
Their branches towards the beige sky.
The merciless poacher
his larceny quells
Shooting wherever
the desperate dwell
Leaving to rot
what his vengeance can’t steal
Stalking and preying
the weakest revealed
Stirring up warnings
and ghosts from the past
Damning his nature
and future aghast
Hanging his conquests
on walls that defame
That last spot for him
— dark trophy of shame
(The New Room: December, 2025)
How far gone is my soul and mind,
That coming back seems impossible?
My hands ache to be steered by your prompt,
Yet hours of blankness blunt my will.
But still I can etch out classics—
My pen lies close, surreptitiously listening,
To gather in ink the wisdom you proffer,
For those fleeting moments of madness.
The top ten will never be my goal,
But that one crown that ends the race;
For this is no sprint that halts at a hundred—
A trophy beside my poem is all I crave.
Yet the nearest mile I first must conquer,
Before the next, and miles beyond.
Though fingers ache as if racing from fear,
No shadow of doubt shall make me yield.
Oh mine! Oh mine! I see it now—
A wonder folded deep in words.
I’ve penned a masterpiece for the summit;
No judge can deny its rightful place.
If none are near to ring my bell,
I’ll strike it loud with my own voice;
For I am no gentleman in this contest—
But a rival running the race to win.
I showed MOM the trophy our team had won.
She said, "WOW, Congratulations, my son,
How many goals DID you score?"
I replied, "MA‘AM, learn rules more;
You ask DAD, reserve player can't score one!"
Palindrome Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
1st Place
wings rest... His behest
butterfly graces my arm...
~ trophy to admire
The pink sand makes my soft bed,
a cool breeze covers me like a blanket.
The palm trees are swaying,
swaying to the sound of the blue waves.
As I lay here daydreaming,
I find shapes in the clouds.
I see a coconut with a tall straw,
a cooling coconut drink.
I awake to a loud thud,
coconuts are everywhere.
the reward for participation is ....participation
aka: involvement, engagement, contribution, sharing, engaging, joining in
Man recieve trophy
On show stage ovation
Amidst throng faces.
At a time he should have been set
Murphy became rather upset.
Scott had this guessed at the outset
But not how to Murphy reset.
Scott could only pray that Murphy
Go home with the cherished trophy;
With loss his room might seem stuffy
And unusable seats fluffy...
But setbacks checked at their onset
Required one who was preset
And Ben Murphy–photo inset
Didn't look a pin the preset.
I am fairly certain that I
couldn't write a Love Guide?
I could try – after years of developing
a connoisseur-like wandering eye --
but, after all has been said
and dones (need the plural), about
my many non-wins, and, not so many,
in fact, few occasional-wons~ ahead of time,
outcomes, whether day or night,
I've never been right!
But, I can say, it is definitely not
about degrees of intelligence...or, in my case,
lack of degrees. As for feelings, losers are just
as passionate – my firsthand accounts
more, I think, love can be likened to a
horse-race: if one doesn't break a leg
or foul before the finish-line, even
last place is deserving of a trophy –
for just having been brave enough
to compete~ on blessed occasion,
finishing affectionately
with 4 feet.
Noax and American Concrete
Bought the rights to
Packard Motors ,
Studebaker, Duesberg Motors
and are looking to expand the company.
It's believe ambitious and prosperous
invested wish to invest and sell the
new company, to gain a huge profit.
Merger movement! Aquisition, Recreate.
restore and sell.
The flipping market of aquisition!
The impossible things of former
and current position , bought future the
Reestaishon of current conditions.
In mind of all things considered.
The pigs like to come with a trophy;
A trophy for how foolish you are!
Like these two that proudly defy
What I had set up as a bar!
I had used a wire to fasten a can
That was to serve as a water crepe.
However, the twosome devised a plan
And now display my trick as cheap!
Here's the trophy as I arrive today!
The loosed wire that had fastened
Is now haplessly dangling away
And the fellows look quite emboldened!
Eyeing every trophy is a sin,
Always craving it a prickly pin;
A critic right to raise a din:
“A propensity fit for our Dust Bin!”
For those who often seek to win
Force our hands to support either chin
And our skin pricks with a pin …
An obsession I won’t excuse my kin,
As doing so quite a kin
To eating from a rusted tin
Or relishing a non-nourishing fin.
Order I shall such a kin
To pay with an apologizing gin;
Dying to win all the time, sin.
Holly confident about singing
bragged a bit about easy winning
until joined acclaimed contest
she performed her real best
sadly, trophy left her hope crushing!
her friends were completely heart-broken
they believed in every word spoken
Holly found a new pastime
playing harp was worth her time!
Holly maintained her options open!
Playing delicate harp no less fun
she was highly cheered by everyone
for contest she was not keen
Holly was hardly braggin'
much better to enjoy under sun
February 25, 2022
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