#winners
Life in the clouds
drops like rain
Light cuts darkness
Love cancels pain
humanity
born
humane
.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 2:49 AM UTC
Do the fates know which way it goes?
In many ways fates is a foe
Those ****** goddesses know
They pick the winners
And the losers
And those they hold in limbo
Everything is predestined
In a particular way
To what unfolds day-to-day
Fighting fate will do no good
Because everything turns out as it should
Jan 29, 2024
Jan 29, 2024 at 1:23 PM UTC
Place your bets, you’re just in time
for the game, the fix is in.
What a thrill. Is it a crime to cash in?
The winners do, and that could be you.
You’ll be a witness, as wise guys smoothly step in
- it’s basic greed - and never a sin, as long as they win.
Mr slick ricky, you’ve got to be bold to win gold -
winners never just fold - betting never gets old.
The winners will add your few spare bucks to their *** -
let’s admit, all that you’ve got - isn’t a lot - it won’t fuel a yacht.
Place your bets, you’re in the front row all the time,
don’t be lame, be part of the game, the greasy bigtime.
Jan 26, 2023
Jan 26, 2023 at 12:09 PM UTC
To win every argument
Kindles feelings of triumph
Delight in obtaining a small victory
Thrills over getting the better
Of a friend, acquaintance or fellow-being
There is a warmth of self-satisfaction
Fueling persistence
To be correct
Regardless of fact or fiction
Simple daily discussions become
Debates, disputes and sparring
That must have only one outcome
You prevail!
There must be a winner
And it must be YOU
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
I don't want to win
I want to live
In a world where winning doesn't matter
What is this competition
That I did not sign up for?
I don't want to win
I want to live
In a world where winning doesn't matter
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 9:17 AM UTC
my life is like a stopwatch
just tallying up the time
i choose the downward spiral
over that vertical climb
i tried to go the mile
to keep up with my kind
i lasted just a while
then i fell behind
when my descent is final
who knows what i might find
maybe the top is topnotch
but the bottom is all mine
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC
We don't all have a choice
A selective voice
Some get what they get
No being upset
They are the losers
Others are choosers
They pay to play
And have it their way
They will always win
With another spin
We all have to learn
That an extra turn
Will put you on top
No matter how much
You want the ball to stop
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
There are two kinds of people
Sharks and
sheep
Sharks are winners
They never look back
Because they have no necks
Necks are for sheep
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 4:48 AM UTC
So I've been going this way or that,
"Searching for someone with the answers,"
All my life I've simply been searching for a
Simple path, of trails that can lead you to realistic love,
Beggars can't be choosers, winners won't be losers,
We're all here for the same reasons, under the same sun,
Different homes-with different worlds we come from.
So we're all human beings, a great big human race,
A family of love that keeps building walls
And finding wars that just pop up
From out of the dark for someone's
Fear or another person's hate.
I've given in to temptation by your ideals,
Sure! Given the moment I'd try my fate
With lady luck!
My only question isn't where did this all
Come from, but instead-how does it all add up?
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC
I began this evening wordily armed
rhythm and rhyme controlled
but as I've passed one moment too the next
what once was hot
now cold
Lost the ground
no way profound
tumbling from my mind
not published and/or a sound
nothing remembered and/or
signed
History written upon the page
winner's words deep, unsound
passed too another age
the loser's underground
nothing left, but rage
The books remember only
words champion's have said
not all the lines or phrases lost
from thoughts and prose
given up
for dead
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
Come on, darling, let's get old together,
let's braid ourselves a wreath from shy flowers,
for just next to each other we could be winners,
to the destiny, we are now indebted to.
For thousands of hours.
Let's never be lame with our feelings,
let's gather them into a fine globe of crystal,
let's live now to the fullest our grand moments,
let's raise our love on the proud pedestal.
Let's resist the bad and ugly weather of life,
by painting the walls in a magical arch of the rainbow,
for your cheeks to be coloured by love, as my wife,
to our eyes, the passion has to give it a glow.
Come on, honey, let's hold each other tight,
let's cancel the bad and censored emotions,
let's not pant in the slime of regrets, but fight
the destiny and just breathe slowly our youth.
And live our kind of truth.
Let's not pretend that everything is by the chance,
for I know that we have not been randomly chosen,
let's set up bridges of clear thoughts by our dance,
it's the only way we can cross the past's ruins.
Let's leave it frozen.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
Beggers cant be Choosers,
Winners won't be Losers,
Early birds can't be Snoozers,
Dont'ers won't be Do'ers,
More or Less but jus not Fewer,
Ugly is ugly.. It won't get Cuter..
If it's Old, it ain't getting Newer,
Roses are red &
Violets are Blue'er,
If you give them an Inch..they will take the whole Ruler
This world is Cold
And just getting Crueler .
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 5:04 AM UTC
The Luna moth is “born” without a mouth.
Because of this, the moth lives only one week.
It’s sole purpose is to find a mate and reproduce.
Now, some see this as a beautiful love story.
A heroic, single minded search for “the one.”
Yet, couldn’t it more accurately be described as a frantic race against death fought by a starving creature unable to vocalize, to speak, or to eat only to fulfill some poorly understood animalistic urge?
Where is the beauty in that?
Is it still there?
... yes...
Truly this insignificant creature can then be a representation of the live of countless lost souls who cannot seem to speak or nourish themselves.
For aren’t all souls, in some way, malnourished mutes?
Simply wishing to connect,
To share,
To be whole.
And, just as with souls, do all Luna moths succeed in their mission?
No.
But the beauty is not in success, it’s in the often futile fight against insurmountable odds,
Fatally flawed design,
And the grim reaper itself... time.
So take flight and soar.
Continue the futile battle.
Make greatness out of the struggle.
And maybe, just possibly
With enough persistence,
Skill,
And luck
You could be one of the few that reach their goals.
However, chances are you are like me...
One of the countless souls that failed.
Continue we shall, for if we don’t, our lives are utterly meaningless.
For even if we never reach the summit, we still try.
We become inspiration for the others, some of which succeed.
So in a very real way, we can achieve some level of glory through them.
We are the foundation.
The ground on which the broad shouldered giants stand.
The ground that nourishes the the flora which feeds the grubs whom become Luna moths.
Who will take our place and ... occasionally...
succeed.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
Tell me again Brave Kate
the battles we made it through
Tell me more, and keep the score
comrades and loves, we bid, adieu
Tell me again Brave Kate
our scars, proof of bitter tales
We survived our many fates
as always, strength of will, prevails
Tell me yet again sweet Kate
when all the conflicts, fought and won
Will there ever come a day
no dire clouds, and simply, sun
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
The UK General Election has run its course.
A “win” for the Conservative Tories
With most votes and seats
Though they lost their parliamentary Majority,
And can only govern
By doing a deal with the Northern Irish DUP
Who oppose the rights of gays and women
And want to bring back hanging.
Yet Labour too are celebrating a win:
Halving the gap between the Tories and themselves
And winning loads of votes and seats.
OK they finished fifty odd seats behind,
But hey!
And then the Libdems “won” four more seats.
Plus The Greens held Brighton by a merry mile.
The Scottish Nationalists still got thirty five seats,
In spite of Nicola Sturgeon calling for
Another referendum on independence.
Sinn Fein in Northern Ireland got more seats too.
And the Welsh limited their damage by Labour.
“Winners” all, except for UKIP.
That’s politics.
Until the next election.
Which might be fairly soon.
Paul Butters
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
Tripping at the line, faltering at the goal
missing the last time, blocked, by the pole
Triumph but a un-missed fate, a faltering of faith
loss of proffered bate, an interfering wraith
The agony and ecstasy, we know from start to end
winning so god **** heavenly, and to the victors, lend
Spin me a song, my minstrel
Make it sweet, and smart
Remind me that the winning
is not, the greatest part
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
You’re eyes are black and white
They make me think you have an old soul
They remind me of classic films,
Of the dusty keys on our piano
Different races but no winner from competition.
I wonder
What these sunglasses will do for you
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
A trophy doesn't designate
A winner
Anymore than swearing denotes
A sinner.
Think
Attitude,
Not
Platitude,
And
Wear a ribbon.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
You keep shaking at the branches
just like money grows on trees.
I been dealing in these cheap clichés
just like they'll help me leave someday.
And--easy! Easy! Easy.--
We can't let 'em hear us scheming
at the bottom of their hill
while their victories are streaming.
I can still remember days
when sane folks always laid bets on us.
With our mortarboards tilted all smart
and God left sorting filters,
we tilted, tipped all windmills
and we smoked through all opponents.
You'll tell me I once loved you.
I'll reply that, once, I could.
And we'll keep on telling stories
'til our voices clear the woods
and drift on up their hill
and through their windows
to their ears.
I'll tell you you were beautiful.
You were! I ******* swear!
So tell me I was beautiful
and that we can repair
this broken clumsy story
that ****** us all up and brought us here.
Up there atop their hill,
those thieving ******** sip their wine,
while below them, our white facepaint runs.
We plan ahead for better times.
I keep shaking at the branches
as if friendship grows on trees.
Just as though they might accept me,
when the dollars fall with Autumn leaves.
And you been dealing hard in hollow hopes
and flimsy dreams.
But I still think you're beautiful.
So tell me that I'm beautiful.
And then let's clip their flimsy wings.
Those ************* 'crost the town
are eating **** and grinning.
Cackling,
orgasming,
while counting out their winnings.
But their music plays too loud
and soon their eardrums will be bleeding.
If they can't hear us breathing, babe,
they'll never hear us scheming.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
History is written by winners
Their story's the one that is told
The loser's are like dust in a zephyr
Blown away by the wind and the cold
A battle is waged on a hillside
The armies are dressed in chain mail
One side is left battered and dying
So...which side will write down the tale?
A submarine sinks in the channel
It's just off the Dover coast shore
No one survives but the story
of sailors we'll here from no more
Villages destroyed by a virus
It spreads through the town really quick
You know that the story gets written
By the survivors who didn't get sick
Pompeii was wiped out, that's a given
A volcano did wipe out the town
The people were burned to a cinder
So who writes, when there's no one around?
In the movies the cowboys and Injuns
All fight for control of the fort
Do the Indians spread tales of their losses
Do they write it all down just for sport?
As years changed the stories came forward
Of the armies and people who died
They were defending their loved ones and country
It's too bad they were on the wrong side.
As time lumbered on to the future
The winners were not just the ones
Who told what had happened that day
They were not just the ones with the guns
Bystanders came and told what they saw
This would change how stories were told
There was now a new player with stories to tell
And the winners did not look so bold
Things now were written that no one did know
Of the other sides battle attempts
They were not heroes or winners but, losers no more
For these writings now made them exempt
They spoke of their battles, their loyalty, grit
To stand strong and fight for their lives
Even though it was futile, they still thought they would win
Thinking only of children and wives
Now history is written as quick as it comes
Television has surely changed that
You can watch things at home on your big screen tv
And you can feel like you're where things are at.
Deception is gone and the truth now is told
In seconds, not years like before
You see things as they happen, and the final result
May shake your soul to your core.
So....now History is written by winners
and by losers as well just the same
And no matter, whatever the story
You now know all players by name.
Regardless of whatever the story
Be it ****** or sports, games or war
We can now see just how each one has ended
And their honor, and that's what life is for...
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 5:04 PM UTC
Some may have stood here better than me,
there were winners and losers fading history,
some were so good - they brought a tear,
they brought laughter, beauty to everyone here.
I've tried to keep up, tried to go beyond,
amazing what comes when you wave your magic wand,
stardust becomes a must - something you can trust,
the result may not always be right but just.
Strangely fair that you should arrive at a solution,
in the beginning there was light beyond evolution;
I salute my fellow writers, their determination,
their bravado pursuing heights for so long.
I am with you - will be forever, you know me,
and one day you may achieve immortality.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
Ring toss, you know,
where you try to get a small plastic ring to cling to the top of an empty bottle?
I've won it twice.
Both times, took home the biggest prize.
DUI's. I've had some close calls.
Passed a field sobriety test once,
but maybe she was just being nice.
Dice games;
I've only played three times in my life.
Lost a lot once,
but won big twice.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC