"competitor" poems
The time has come, for me to fray
the long lost fortune peace and joy
and i peep all around to see a ray
to give me hope and stop to cry
in the face of dispair, i will still try
it feels like hell and i need to fly
am about to burst and am full of thought
then if she left to me its draught
the touch of her hand and a kiss so hot
swimming basking and the fish we caught
fear and doubt with love we fought
she always escaped to what we ought
then came the insighter and he seemed brighter
taking her out and treating her better
Using a phone when i used letters
things were hard especially with a competitor
forgot me complete together with her litter
it seemed to her there was nothing sweeter
after utelizing the better of her best
he disposed her and then left
she had some pain in the chest
when she came in serch for rest
she was mine but we had to test
to avoid being hung like a nest
A drop of blood and a little buffer
recalled how our children would suffer
if through ignorance our life was vapour
my test was a line and my partners twice
why would life be so very unfair?
her episode was so shortlived
yet she left me huge a burden
to the kids we had i was both parents
just be cause she wouldn't heed
even doctors advice on adherence
all in all i had to say goodbye
coz she was mine for the time we spent
what i am now going through
is a fruit of ignorance and disobedience
my urge my prayer,
that not one falls into the same
it's so easy to say that,
lets avoid the idea of shame
by first escaping the blame
by keeping ourselfs tame.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
It’s a contest in Fitness talent that one has
But it is a competition to see if the competitor has pizzazz
It’s a matter in showing your body shape off
Being determined and destined of course
As part of the fitness competition, one must dance
It’s a matter in putting the audience into a trance
But it’s the scoring in how you advance
The razzle and dazzle being in the spotlight
It’s about showmanship in becoming a champion
Perfection being great
How your diet and exercise come together in relate
But one must pay critical attention and watch carefully what you eat
This is competition of shape in how you will compete
Having the right routine being the regime
Nutrition being nice and clean
Not cheating, but having a theme
Exercise and tone all combined
But in the winning circle, you can’t drink any wine
It’s about becoming Mr. and Ms. Everything Fitness
The audience is there to take it all in and witness
One must have the right positive approach
There can be humor and jokes
But it’s a combination of exercise, shape, commitment, dedication and smile
This is the competition during while
One who is caught in the Fitness Sting
However, it is fitness being entertainment having the right swing.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
Ketchup bottles have been taken off the shelves
Homes don’t even have ketchup themselves
French Fries, Hamburgers and Franks are all upset
But who in the world let?
A mystery we all must solve
We all must get involved
Look for clues in find
It’s the French Fries in who we must be kind
Let’s see of we can find any clues
We must be determined and not lose
There were traces of ketchup spills
Where there is a way is also a desired will
On the TV, there was a briefing at Heinz concerning why the ketchup was stolen
A competitor with its own brand recipe of ketchup stated, “Our ketchup is the best, and we are ready to do the test”
But will really contest?
Heinz has been around for years, but a new competitor wants to triumphed in preserver
Now how long can French Fries and other foods requiring ketchup continue in going plain?
Now the competitor being called, “ALL THE SPICES COMPANY, INC.”
ALL THE SPICES COMPANY, INC. does have a ring in its name
But what is their ingredient too whom they want us to be lame?
Now Heinz has a special blend, which they will never tell
Yet in the supermarket stores it does sell
But not knowing much about the competitor, how can they tell?
The Consumers have control in the flavor test
They will surely determine who is the best
Maybe more of less
Well after much tasting, Heinz was the victor without any effort
I am sorry to say, “ALL THE SPICES’ just couldn’t cut it
They wouldn’t have compared to even mustard
But don’t let me go there
However, just beware in who you feel is the best
Let your taste buds be the test
The French Fries can continue to have the ketchup style while competitor, “ALL THE SPICES” we be thinking on Heinz resources during while.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
Sabungan Cockfight
Sa pula! For the red!
Sa puti! For the white!
Anopaman dumating However they come
piliin ang magiting choose the valiant
tumaya sa tindig gamble on their carriage
pagpaboran and consider
bawat katunggali. each competitor.
Sumiping sa dilim Make love with the dark
at sumigaw and cry
Kristo! Kristo! Christ! Christ!
Panoorin ang laban Watch closely the battle
sarsuelang mapanganib this dangerous sarsuela
kawatang sumasanib a thief takes over
sa aking piling inside.
Sa bawat kong hiyaw, Every shriek
ang kada tuka, laslas each peck, a slash
nagmula sa dahas of ruthlessness and
lumilipana ang daing cries all around
dumadaginding ang bagsik echo ferociousness
bawat laban pilit. of this stilted struggle
Kristo! Kristo! Christ! Christ!
sigaw ng sabungero screamed the sabungero
at ako'y tumigil. I stop.
Sa pagpanaw When all is gone
manalo win
matalo lose
walang pareho tumingin no one sees evenly
sa aking balahibong my feathers
pula at puti of red and white
sa alabok on the surface dust
kumalat they lay
lumipad they fly
lumahong taimtim. and vanish without a thought.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC
A willing volunteer
It was out of my hands
Not my choice
No regrets.
Should have seen the signs
Went in blind
Naive to think I could trust you
My style never changed
You lured me in
For your own hidden agenda
Massaged my ego
I kept my options open
You found out
You took it personally
You took it the wrong way
I broke your trust
You sought revenge
I read the signs
You tried to trick me
You turned the tables
Hindered my growth
Made me a scapegoat
Damaged my reputation
Stitched me up
Left me out on a limb
You acted on impulse
You spoke too soon
You showed your cards
I held the aces
I made sacrifices to meet the target
I made mistakes
I left myself exposed
You thought you were clever
I knew your next move
You couldn't predict what was coming next.
You never chose me
I was rejected
Not valued
Not appreciated
Shame on you and your accomplice
Exposed for what you are
A pair of bullies
No turning back
I've had enough
I'm going
Going
Gone!
You grin
I saw through it
I'm no clown
I'm just a fool for exposing my weaknesses to a pair of manipulative *******
My character traits twisted to bolster your own selfish positions.
Surpression is the lowest form of greed threatened by my presence.
I'm no longer your target but now direct competitor.
Watch your backs
I'm on a mission to crush your egos to mush you pair of ******
I will Expose you for the clowns you've become.
Blowing smoke up each other's arses does nothing to build up the team.
A dog will always bite if provoked.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
His name is Mario Mario and he was Nintendo's mascot.
He used to be Nintendo's biggest star but now he's not.
Nintendo fired Mario when they learned that he has a Playstation 4.
They didn't want an employee who plays the games of a competitor.
He thought Luigi would take up for him but he's the one who turned Mario in.
When Mario got done with him, he was sorry and he won't betray Mario again.
When Luigi turned his brother in, Nintendo agreed to let Luigi take his place.
After Mario beat Luigi senseless, he started jumping up and down on his face.
Luigi learned that turning his brother in was a really stupid thing to do.
Mario broke several of Luigi's body parts and his face looks like an old shoe.
Mario believes that Nintendo is dumb because they made his first and last names the same.
And the entire world is shocked because there will be no future Mario games.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC
Shall I compare thee to a midsummer’s day?
No I shall not
For thou is nothing like it
Thou’st temperance is nothing short of fair
A summer’s day is hot and vicious
But thou’st soul is of utmost gentility
A sweet cool temperance is thous heart
Thou is more like an autumn afternoon
With eyes the color of the clear blue sky
And temper of the soft cooling breeze
Thous beauty’s only competitor is the changing leaves
Unique and changing
Vibrant reds, greens and yellows that each tree holds
The warmth of the sun is thous love
A love that only I receive
That warms my own soul to the heat of the burning hearth
Where we lay in passion and love
For if I were to compare thou to a midsummers day
It would be an insult
Thou is more beautiful
Far more fair
Thou is like an autumn afternoon
With eyes like the sky in the clear afternoon
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC
Whatever God created one like me?
One filled with such a stunning yearn
To be lauded so bountifully
To have the praise I feel I've earned
And yet what deceitful praise be this?
This medal, prize, or boon I seek?
Life's great champion gets a kiss
At his stage's end, upon his cheek
Life's not worth living, lest I receive
The title I think rightfully mine
From it I truly feel bereaved
My great pursuit, my silver line
But to what end will I yet place?
My worth on such a goal as this
This victory I've given all to chase
I fear that it does not exist
Outside my mind there's no such thing
As being "first" or "better" than
These people I've been slandering
For ego's sake, my fellow man
What will become of the narcissist?
And of the competitor at that?
My flaws make a prodigious list
My pride is huge, my doubt is fat
The only cure is to accept
Perfection is an imperfect aim
I'm smart to think that I'm inept
And that for me, to lose is gain
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
DALLAS MCGRAVER, a 26 year old man having aspirations to become a Champion Bodybuilder
Intensity training beyond
A mind set and muscles so strong
But it was Mr. McGraver’s inspiration and Bodybuilding he wanted to belong
Preparation in becoming a Bodybuilding Campion
It was Flex and Pose
Vascularity in structure being a suppose
Mr. McGraver had high hopes and Bodybuilding dreams
The vision being like a moving stream
Dallas McGraver being a young man who wanted his muscles to always be bigger and more defined than any other competitor
But it was extremes at all costs
Intensity higher being the force
But Heaven told Dallas MacGraver, it’s time to come home
Heaven is a place where one can always roam
Flex, Pose and Massive had DALLAS MACGRAVER’S name and brought him fame
But now it’s time to take your rest
You achieved and will be remembered as one of Bodybuilding’s best
But your fans will be the one that can contest
But’s the time has come to slumber
Achieve and accomplished were sacrifice
There were times you needed sound Bodybuilding advice
I see muscle poses within the clouds
Hours after hours being the time allowed
You posed one last time
You later arrived at the Pearly Gates
Others that arrived in Heaven prior said “WELCOME MATE”
Your soul is now enriched
Your honor being beyond and on Earth among
Your inspiration everyone will look upon
Thanks for that last flex
Until we both flex again
No timing when
So long DALLAS MCCARVER, the Bodybuilding stage will never be the same
I am a fan and will always remain.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 10:21 AM UTC
Take out the trash
and ponder
A typical day
in gravitational pull
We use time
surprisingly more now
Than any other time
in history
Every week
there's a new internet
But nobody invents anything
a genius is an intellectual scavenger
As long as
there is Open Road
The familiar has
the most formidable competetitor
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
I may have been the slowest child
to ever run in track and field
I was a foodie even then
with not the fastest set of wheels.
I still have the medal that I won
for finishing in second place.
awarded to our relay team
In a two team relay race
I was the anchor(aptly named)
they could have called me 'ball and chain'
The other three were none to spry
We were well matched those three and I.
By the time the baton reached my hand
My competitor neared the promised land
I set out full steam(for me)
as he crossed the line to victory.
I gamely tried to speed in haste
for what I knew was second place
and I was genuinely surprised
when they gave medals to us guys.
I never after won a race
nor finished either show or place.
I prize the medal that I got.
If I was a horse, they'd have me shot.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 6:33 PM UTC
I was hungry, so I went to the deli to eat,
And it wasn’t a far walk, just right down the street.
My stomach was excited, as I threw open the door,
But immediately I thought, “This decision was poor.”
Behind the counter stood a man who looked like a freak,
With pockmarks and moles that made my knees weak.
His mouth was a mess and his teeth, long and mangled,
It’s a mystery that they fit, with the way they were angled.
I was uneasy at first, but decided I’d try,
And maybe It’d turn out he wasn’t a bad guy.
I told him I wanted a BLT:
Bacon, lettuce, tomato, and mayo -- really easy.
Well, this guy turned out to be about as smart as a rock,
He proceeded to ruin my sandwich while I stared in shock.
First he grabs the roll, and cuts it in two,
And the two halves were uneven! What’s wrong with you!?
Then he picks up the mayo knife and starts to slather,
And I realize that this guy didn’t even gather
The fact that there’s ketchup all over the knife that he’s using!
I feel like this guy is starting to find this amusing.
Next for the veggies -- the L and T --
Should be simple, but this guy really worried me.
He slaps on the lettuce which is slimy and brown,
This was now a competitor for “Worst Sandwich in Town.”
Time for tomatoes, and I’m feeling scared…
He takes the nasty white end pieces, and throws them on like, “Who cares?”
Then he wraps up the sandwich that he thinks he’s done makin’,
And he hands it to me even though there’s No Bacon!!
So I looked at him straight, and I spoke him these words,
“You can have that back, since it looks as appealing as turds!”
I stormed out the deli feeling nothing but disgust,
And decided that that was the last time I trust
A deli worker who had teeth that didn’t fit his jaw,
And a face that looked like he kissed a bansaw.
Jun 16, 2015
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Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
Put me on a pedestal right next to her
I'll stretch on my tip-toes to look her in the eyes-
The eyes of my competitor. The standard.
Attempt to deceive me, tell me I'm wearing gold, but the silver feels cold in my hands.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
But wait!
Why don’t you invite some friends?
Pepto Bismol, Tum’s, Imodium, Kaopectate, and then a moment in thought, “I only have one life to live for my country”
I don’t think so
I would also make sure I have my legal document in placed and a Bed Pan if I just can’t make it
Well the Bake Off is on
But let me stand back where I belong
The competitors are baking with all their secret ingredients
I wonder what’s their secret?
I don’t want to know
But on with the show
Just don’t tell my stomach in advance
Now back to the Bake Bake Bake Off
The competitors are now ready to place their cakes into the oven
The oven is set at 350 to heat
This might be a good time to retreat
But I might have to be the Judge
However, why do I feel like I am being nudged
It’s a ***** job but someone must do it,but why me?
The cakes are ready for the taste test or garbage bag
There were five competitors:
COMPETITOR# 1 - Cake went flat like a tire
COMPETITOR# 2 - Cake couldn’t be cut, and the only words that came
out of the Competitors mouth was “BUT”
COMPETITOR# 3 I am not sure if it is a Layer Cake or Pancake
COMPETITOR# 4 Shouldn’t be in the competition as cake had nasty
all over it.
COMPETITOR# 5 Well done with their cake in bake. It was moist and
Tasteful. Now that was a cuisine.
Well I managed to get through the whole ordeal as I am still to tell the tail and aftermath.
This concludes a moment of bake
As how does my stomach feel in this journey, let’s just say “Give or Take”.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
In Poetry, nothing is a mistake
For a poetess, the paper is the strongest stake
Which allows her to sculpt her mind's hunger,
Ever-lasting, bittersweet and opaque.
In Poetry, no plot is a sin
You are free to voice your imprisoned thoughts
where, to your own little land of dreams and nostalgia,
You are the invincible king.
In Poetry, you discover all those astonishing things
which stranger eyes cannot see, they're blind
So you use them to build your halo and wings
with not a single competitor around you who clings.
In Poetry, you are a free human
where no one would ask you to work.
In your land, you work with imaginary crewmen
and their company will never cease you to smirk.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
Am I being strong or weak?
Nobel or pathetic?
I can't trust my instinct anymore
Who will tell me?
Is it the temptress I turn to?
Or the savior?
Is it obvious deception?
Or subtle care?
Am I standing for what I feel,
Or caving to what was felt?
Now I ask the wolf
Will you eat me?
Yet the wolf does not reply
She simply circles
But all the while I want her closer
Tis a dangerous game I play
Will the wolf warm me as I sit in the cold?
Or devour me?
Only one thing can be sure,
Her teeth do glisten
The way out is barred
And she guards the exit
Wolf has long been mans greatest competitor
And his best friend
She shimmers in the twilight
Both inviting and terrifying
I am drawn by her viciousness
How could one not love something so fearsome
And still she circles closer
Close enough to touch
But as I try she skirts away
Playing or probing?
What good is a wolf without claws or fangs?
Absent, she becomes a rug to be trodden on
I want my wolf dangerous
A fearsome ally or foe
As I stare, her motives are unclear
Is that the gaze of care or blood-lust?
They say not to look wild creatures in the eye
I would not have it any other way
Nobel or pathetic?
Does the wolf know?
Or do wild things dot have such notions?
Solely passion and instinct?
I suppose only time will tell
Whether I'm to be a meal or mate
But the wolf knows
As she circles closer still
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
550
I cross till I am weary
A Mountain—in my mind—
More Mountains—then a Sea—
More Seas—And then
A Desert—find—
And My Horizon blocks
With steady—drifting—Grains
Of unconjectured quantity—
As Asiatic Rains—
Nor this—defeat my Pace—
It hinder from the West
But as an Enemy’s Salute
One hurrying to Rest—
What merit had the Goal—
Except there intervene
Faint Doubt—and far Competitor—
To jeopardize the Gain?
At last—the Grace in sight—
I shout unto my feet—
I offer them the Whole of Heaven
The instant that we meet—
They strive—and yet delay—
They perish—Do we die—
Or is this Death’s Experiment—
Reversed—in Victory?
1.1k
the wet brown deck planking
repels the the holidays invading
raindrops
I count the ones that bounce up
until the nth,
a scientific notation number,
achieves the mystical numerology status of
"a lot"
so,
not even eight am,
already have fallen in love,
two or three times,
once more
she's a
'all night long'
restless sleeper,
mouth moaning and body thrumming,
yet her smooth forehead is without lines,
those tree marks demonstrable
of the passage of
time in human time lines
breathing slow and at last resting quiet,
I count love vows renewed as
my glancing dewy-drops,
but tally only the ones that bounce,
reappearing as wet tears
upon my
foolish face
thus, even heavenly raindrops numbered,
have a mystical competitor,
love glance-drops,
in common,
both,
achieving the numerology status of
magical mystery called
"a lot"
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
It started with a phone call.
Sweat drips down my forehead
my mind is jumbled
my
pulse races
irr e gu l a rl y
and my heart is
its competitor.
The room feels smaller
and the faces around me
b
l
u
r
into nothing.
What is happening?
Why can’t I breathe?
I can’t stand up right,
my palms too sweaty
to grasp
the
nearest
surface.
It started with a phone call,
and it ended with a hard
crash
to the floor.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
112422
Brutal eyes,
Lament in the melody of hope.
Diverse imagery rolls on each soul
Defining the core of their music –
A genre that is one of a kind
With dustings of masculinity
Making a legacy for this generation.
Each voice has no nerves –
And they’re like a formless water
Searching for an everlasting container.
To showcase the exquisiteness of the Pearl,
The backbone of their glory.
At first, they find no one to understand them
Even branded with hostile names
But they never surrender their flags
And raised the Nations’ banner so high
Even if all their villains did belittle them.
Their chords were like no other –
Their skills, they never hype about
And yet both the moon and the stars
Collided for them
And now is their time!
Some say: maybe it was their destiny…
Maybe it’s just for a while.
But their passion and thirst for their craft are unrivaled –
Always exceeding their best
As if their competitor is their living mirror.
Today, even if the Sun has exposed their grandeur,
Their modesty becomes a plus factor.
The world is their stage,
While A’TIN is their steady sustenance.
They had sleepless nights before
But tenacity led them to so many doors.
Many clowns had backed down
And some even turned from villains
Into aficionados who call them their ‘masters.’
They were born to be a standard –
And they deserve mad respect from every Juan.
Coz they’re not just stars but kings of their kind,
World-class vanquishers that we all look up to!
And this is just the beginning
Of the unfolding to the world of their God-given stories!
Nov 24, 2022
Nov 24, 2022 at 9:38 AM UTC
Two men entering the arena
From different regions
Battling
For a precious beauty
Named Sabula
With weapons of choice
Bravery is thy game
Courage
I stand upon
Death is only misfortune
My record of victories
Speaks for itself
Challenging with my conning skills
Boldness and swiftness which involves
A competitor's stance
May the spirits hold me
As I slew
This ignorant runt
For a beauty
I must assassinate
Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 6:02 PM UTC
my past is filled with oedipal encounters:
many men i needed to rival
today i unintentionally travelled (really?)
today i involuntarily travelled (no way)
today i travelled into my past:
memories of many men that i needed to rival.
due to my fatherless childhood i didn't have
a man to compete against; that's why i JUMPED at countless chances to do so. none of these conflicts happened by chance.
i picked strangers to compete against.
but then there was this day. a certain day. a secret night.
since then, i have gradually and later on gently overcome my need to compete.
i was bewildered today because i competed against another man. why?
out of the dark, i developed an affection for a woman younger than me; a brief moment of ****** interest. the competitor involved walked her home after a meeting the three of us had been together.
while they were strolling down the street, i followed them. i wanted to see what they were doing. i wanted to observe how they observed each other's attraction.
did so for a couple of minutes; they didn't take notice of me; or they were playing dead while their mouths were overfilled with squishing sounds of saliva.
and then –– as promptly as old patterns of rivalry had emerged ––
i lost my affection for this young woman.
affection left my soul like a spirit leaves a dead body. the affection vanished into thin air since it couldn't find a shelter in my soul. so this wired affection went on a quest for another creature.
i didn't say goodbye. just wrote something down.
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 7:43 AM UTC