Don Johnson Poet Rhyme

Honor's Sabre

Honor’s  Sabre
He lay a bleeding on the ground,
The sword had cut him all around
And blood flow from his wound, it wound,
Death, it seemed in progress.

Adrenaline pumped, he rose once more,
The Sabre’s slashed, then, he did score,
Opponent lying on the floor,
But I do perhaps, digress.

Honor was the reason for,
The Sabre’s slicing, blood n gore,
Men of honor fighting, sure,
Blood letting, is the,
Witness.

Don Johnson 17-july-11

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Elizabeth Wesley July 18, 2011 at 6:15 PM It was better in the old days, not so many got hurt. You say it so well.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart July 18, 2011 at 11:20 AM an old fashioned duel DON ..chivalry was king then.. and honor meant much ..such descriptive lines communicating the fight ... and the plight.. and the ultimate ending.. nice..

Carol Sunshine Brown July 18, 2011 at 5:16 AM What a blessing we have in PoetrySoup. A place to come to write and read and make new friends along the ink trail. I am wishing you a day full of inspiration. I enjoyed reading your poetry today and hope to read many more written by you in the future Don. Love, Carol

Francine Roberts July 17, 2011 at 5:42 PM very nice rhyme Don, much enjoyed