Showing posts with label winner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winner. Show all posts

Monday, April 11, 2016

Dream and Dreamer-defenders



 PAD Challenge day 11: For today’s prompt, write a defensive poem.


Like traffic on a freeway full of dreams
The stream of Monday-morn commuters pour
To keep the growling wolf outside our door
Is quite a full time chore, or so it seems

Like merchants of mind math-games, hands and feet
Adhere to expectation and demand
The taskmaster of moments takes command
On sand where choice and consequence compete

Like dream-mates in the sport of live-love-learn
Of off-to-work before dark dims the day
Where wins and losses strew the age-old way
Of almost-yesterday, we take our turn

Like They did before us, we too commit
To maintain time’s affair of hold-let-go
Like blue-collar prize-fighters, oh, we know
That if we want to win we cannot quit

© Janet Martin 



What are you going to do
to defend The Dream today?
where even now the what-why-how
of it dwindles away! 

Plan a picnic,
 Plant a garden
 Paint a picture,
 Pray for trust

 As we learn
What really matters...
...the soul is not dust-to-dust


Thursday, September 3, 2015

Life's Wrestling Match






Oh-ho life’s wrestling match can press hearts hard against the ropes
They reel beneath the body-slamming keel of dreams and hopes
Earth’s four-wall ring of seasons binds time’s wounds with nature’s laws
September’s crickets fling their stippled praises without pause

Time does not weary; only we who struggle and compete
The countdown of moments urges us back up to our feet
Oh, pray that we fight to the point of blood, sweat, prayers and tears
Until the gong sounds and the last round of time disappears

Sometimes the ropes that hold us in are green with sheen of spring
Its referee a peony, flash of tanager’s wing
Sometimes the ropes are cold and startle us and steal our breath
September’s gold rolls like a brave opponent daring death

Oh-ho, life’s wrestling match can catch a crowd-gazer off guard
September’s charm sounds an alarm; left-right, soft-step, now hard
The champion of a challenge does not quit; hope spurs him on
A prize can only be collected when the fight is won

© Janet Martin




Monday, November 22, 2010

On Winning.....


So you took one on the chin, my boy
An’ you’re tellin’ me this is it
Well, let me tell you one thing, my boy
Before you decide to quit
Life is a hard-fought battle, lad
But this is the sum of it
A quitter never wins, my lad
And a winner will never quit

Winning has nothing to do with the score
On the board at the end of a game
Winning, my boy is so much more
Than a number beside your name
If you give it your very best effort, my boy
Then this is the sum of it
You'll be a winner in life, my boy
For the winner will never quit

Janet~

Okay, guys, so you 'lost'
on Saturday.......
or did you?