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Remembering My Third KO

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Remembering My Third KO

Church is over
And children play in darkened halls
A game of chase was the culprit
I round the corner into the sanctuary
Not a soul can catch me
I burn down the isle at full speed
and chance a look over my shoulder
Bad move ...
Tangled feet
Whether by accident or divine intervention
I leave the floor
A boy's horizontal body ... three feet high
Like Superman speeding to the altar for salvation
Flying low ... so nobody will see him repent
Lucky for me, an old oak pew was there to catch
... my face
It seems the scar across my left eyebrow (see second KO)
needed fellowship
And without a single prayer
A fellow scar is what it got
THUD!
Blackness ... Oh, holy night

Again ... I wake to the sound of screams
And frantic calls for moms and dads
My eyes open and I can see that we have red carpet now
The olive green was dreadful anyway
... thank me later
I think, "Not again."
I hear, "BLOOD ... BLOOD! ... ALL IN THE FACE!"
a questioning word ... "Alive?"
and little girls crying

I'm lifted
Of course ... you can't keep Superman down
I remember asking in my confusion,
"Am I going to heaven?"
a familiar voice ...
"Naw, son. You're going to get stitches."


*Fourth KO ... hopefully not coming soon

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  1. Date: 3/27/2013 12:01:00 PM
    My favourite of the three.You were a handful your parents definitely miss..I never did any knockouts..lol..but mum says when i was young i was a hair grabber...Ow gee..Tnks for sharing this poetry which now i see its for real..: )knock knoxk

  1. Date: 3/25/2013 7:32:00 AM
    What a beautiful scar it is and a wonderful poem.So far so good our children haven't any ko s yet.

  1. Date: 3/21/2013 12:00:00 PM
    This is just too much...it was your dad too haha, though I remember just being glued back together...and the last time stitches were required they charged an asinine amount..next time I'm sewing myself up! Just don't do it again...

  1. Date: 3/20/2013 3:22:00 PM
    ok, so third time was the charm, NO MORE KO"s, OK??

  1. Date: 3/20/2013 10:16:00 AM
    I agree with both of the ladies below me, you need to be more careful! Haha. This is a great poem, really fun to read!

  1. Date: 3/20/2013 7:23:00 AM
    Andrea is right! You sound pretty accident prone haha :) You made this one very funny! Loved the "Oh, holy night" and "Am I going to heaven?" I don't want to laugh at your injuries, but this is truly an entertaining read!

  1. Date: 3/20/2013 12:03:00 AM
    you sure get bloody a lot. I hope all that falling has not done something to you. it only took one fall to the back of his head, and my hubbie has not been quite the same since that happened five years ago.

  1. Date: 3/20/2013 12:02:00 AM
    this was my favorite of them all because of the way you used the religious expressions: oh holy night and the images of flying to the alter for salvation, etc. such a funny ending too. LOVED it.