Best at Best

Best at Best

A Poem by Not here

There's nothing that can stop him, it seems.
There's nothing holding him from his dreams.
There's nothing in this world he can't own.
No goal he can't reach, no skill he can't hone.
But no matter how much to you he seems blessed,
the best of men are just men at best.

We all are striving for goals and dreams,
doing our best on the balance beams.
We fall off, scrape our knee, cry and bleed;
how we get up will decide if we succeed.
Everybody in the world is working too;
everybody in the world just like you
is working hard, harder, hardest still.
Even if they don't quite get the thrill
that they hoped for, they still rock and roll.
Guitars blaring in their head, while the whole
world is watching from below, wishing they
could do what the professionals do today.
Where does the journey end?
Where did it start?
How much guts does it take
to look smart?
How much pain does it take to cover
all the fears inside they discover?
Even when they are rocking that gold vest,
just remember that the best of men are men at best.

There's nothing that can stop her, it seems.
There's nothing holding her from her dreams.
There's nothing in this world she can't own.
No goal she can't reach, no skill she can't hone.
But even if to you she seems so very blessed,
the best of women are just women at best.

She's so very pretty, so very appealing;
when she goes walking by the girls start squealing.
To some she is an idol, to some she is a prize,
to others she is something on which they could feast their eyes.
But to everybody, it seems that she is now
a person that when she walks by everyone says, "Wow!"
They see the exterior, and some even see the smiles.
Some people see the person, but nobody sees the miles
she has put into herself and into all of her work.
Other people want attention so they get on up and twerk.
She has never been like that, though, she has never been that way.
Instead of getting attention, she suffers everyday.
Every night she goes to sleep and cries, her pillow soaks.
She wakes up in the morning, puts on make up, drinks some cokes.
She needs the caffeine in the morning, something stronger later.
What else is she to do to hide the pain that's getting greater?
No one is there to listen, and with all the expectations
she is running out of time to take a small vacation.
Sleeping at night used to be a way to relieve stress;
nowadays if she does not cry she feels very blessed.
Even though she looks so perfect, she is such a mess.
In the end, the best of women are women at best.
There's nothing that can stop him, it seems.
There's nothing holding him from his dreams.
There's nothing in this world he can't own.
No goal he can't reach, no skill he can't hone.

There's nothing that can stop her, it seems.
There's nothing holding her from her dreams.
There's nothing in this world she can't own.
No goal she can't reach, no skill she can't hone.

But no matter how much to you he seems blessed,
the best of the men are just men at best.

But even if to you she seems so very blessed,
the best of women are just women at best.

© 2015 Not here


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I appreciate any and all reviews :) And just reads, those are pretty fantastic too

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Wow this is great,
I love how you did both a man and a woman

My favourite lines

'How much pain does it take to cover
all the fears inside they discover?'

Great write!:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


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9 Years Ago

thanks and i prefer to do both genders :)
Thank you for including both men and women into your once again amazing poesy! I must agree, talent isn't something that we're born with (I would say, we are predisposed to it), but something that we work on and master. It's 10% talent and 90% hard work. And yes all the people who are seen as best are doing their best to be that way, not because they're gifted with natural talents and luck.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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9 Years Ago

thank you :) and yeah i like to include both genres in my poem, unless its about a specific person. .. read more
this plays well on the idea that culturally we're always looking at the aesthetic

when we ignore, or worse, are just unaware of what's on the inside of a person
we miss the whole picture of who they are

but because we're always focusing on the outside
as a culture we celebrate what we see

but as your poem reminds us

it isn't always what you get

terrific use of repetition to really get your idea across with this one

amazing work

-Dream


Posted 9 Years Ago


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9 Years Ago

thank you alot :) that rlly means something comin from you dream
David I absolutely loved these lines -
"But no matter how much to you he seems blessed,
the best of men are just men at best." (and the same for women)

However, - you know when you come up with a smashing idea for a meal and you make it then you start to go - could use more 'x' or 'y' then the meal loses its zing - well, I feel you went on a wee bit here and the piece lost some impact via repetitions but I hurriedly skipped over them to retain the feel and by and large it was a powerful sage-like write, for me.
With edits it could be a great piece.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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9 Years Ago

ok i understand what you mean and ill keep that in mind
I really like that first line!!
Well done!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


HI Dante,
This is stellar work! I love how you pointed out that even when someone looks like they have it all together on the outside, inside they may be a lost soul. I love the format here, the separation of the men and women at first, and bringing them together at the end. You wrote a beautiful piece that is so real and can touch us all, woman or man. Very nice.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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9 Years Ago

thank you very much :) i really appreciate your indepth review
This one is written very well my friend! Another great piece :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


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9 Years Ago

thanks :) glad you liked this one
I love it, its really well written. I know I say that all the time, but it doesn't make it less true, good job Dante.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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9 Years Ago

lol thank you alot :) i appreciate it
I love this! Describes the feeling of not getting credit for hard work when others get credit for doing nothing at all. I really liked this one! Not to mention, I love how you did separate stanzas for guys and girls, and you described both perfectly! Well penned

Posted 9 Years Ago


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9 Years Ago

thanks :) im glad you enjoyed it
Very nice use of thoughts and I like the energy in the words. Described women with honor and skill. I believe women make the world worthwhile. Their love and kindness keep the words sane. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry. My favorite topic. Women.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


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9 Years Ago

lol :) amen brother. and thanks for revieiwing
Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

You are welcome.

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