Poet Destroyer A Poet Free verse

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here's a little tease on the sport

DO OR DIE


fencers get ready
!!WAR!!




 

White Picket Fence

Featuring: Keith :)
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Fresh sand garments 
The Mental Colosseum floor
Self-infliction's--waging wars 
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~ AND THE POEM BEGINS ~

A mask, tiny holes
Breathing heavily
Dancing around my toes
Broad carbon steel
Safe behind my will
Equipment of revenge
Fencing the world with my eyes

I bow, with the morning dew,
 My mind a dual in its own world.
When the curtains lift,
I prepare myself with a weapon--   
Epee Crest to protect my chest
A sword sharper than  fangs
I circle my blade around the door knob 
Ready to face the world 
Practicing --in hopes today, I won't retreat

“Fencers ready!"
ATTACK!
A magical knightress
Painted in white
"Let's dance!"

~ THE SHOW BEGINS ~

Queen Amri  "VS" The Damsel 
Wishing it was over
Stainless steel echoes
“Every poke counts”
 Hoping & Taking
 
No room to disengage   ---I retreat
Peacefully I secure my stance 
On Guard!
I lean in, I disengage  ---I flee
Back again, I lunge 
The Queen is too smart to retreat
I -Amri, parry away from the argument of the lunge.
Recoil & Double tapped
In and out….. I'm struck
Boldness---
Back to the drawing board
On guard, I stand like a statue
Out of breath; feels like I'm dying
Yet I am still fighting.
The Queen knows what to do.   
TODAY~
I Yield, She Wins!

Raising our foils 
---At the on guard of another day

I move in swiftly, cutting like razor blades
Using refreshed energy
24 / 7 
I attack, She provokes!
Sand runs its course
Victorious against the queen
Touch – tied – triumph -- Touché
Standing on my own 2 feet

I am the 
-Grand Finale Show-
Conquering The Battles Inside
TODAY~
-I WIN!-

by; PD

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Charles Mercer November 30, 2015 at 6:22 PM I recognize that field of battle. Love the quick sharp lines, they well illustrate the struggle.

John Lawless August 19, 2014 at 3:22 PM THE MONKEY SENT ME!!! Linda, I chose to read this one, of the many, poems you have written because the title piqued my imagination. The poem skewered it. A beautiful use of the metaphoric in poetry. I have got to get out more and explore these blogs.

Maryellen Gozzo May 18, 2014 at 4:36 PM I love the way it tells a story-those are my favorite types of poems.

Andrea Dietrich May 4, 2014 at 8:47 PM hmmm, here is one I don't recall seeing. It is a pretty cool one, PD. Love the fencing in it!! and the images.

Ann Copland March 18, 2014 at 1:30 PM the back and forth of focus and your rapid rhythm make this a joy to read!

Justin Bordner January 27, 2014 at 9:29 PM I throw rose buds at your unflinching feet my Sphinx. A most amazing collaboration with the intensity and pace of survival in proud strife. Who needs psychiatry when this psychological Art is avaliable!!!! Battle on babe, battle on! Another FAV. J.A.B.

Laura Breidenthal December 22, 2013 at 8:31 PM A wonderful compilation of poetry - truly compelling and a very rewarding and entertaining read. Always, Laura

Wilson Mapfumo November 10, 2013 at 10:51 PM Lot's of love>kinda klassy.You are really skillfull

Len Gasun November 2, 2013 at 10:57 PM You're much welcome my dearest sis & bff of mine. You take care always! Biggest lovely hugs! lovem4evr, Leo

Scott Thirtyseven November 2, 2013 at 7:25 PM You are the metaphor queen. Loved it, I've even looked up Epee Crest. So nice, so effortless, so smooth, another of your greats.

Matthew Anish November 2, 2013 at 3:43 PM You are full of suprises.. You fence? Please let me know what you think of my baseball poem. Best Matthew Anish

Nocturnal Poet November 2, 2013 at 11:43 AM MAY I ASK YOU SOMETHING THAT WHAT DOES COMMUNITY POINTS MEAN AND I GOT ONE COMMENT THAT CONGRATS I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND IT PLEASE MAY YOU TELL ME THANK YOU SO MUCH

Nocturnal Poet November 2, 2013 at 11:40 AM hey my sweet friend how are you another poem of yours which is just awesome loved it a lot love mahima!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lara Wash October 31, 2013 at 7:51 PM Thanks for the congrates Linda. It's good to cut down metaphorical fences; good read

Jack Horne October 29, 2013 at 4:39 PM love this, PD

Richard Lamoureux October 27, 2013 at 9:13 AM We all need to win from time to time. Thanks for all your thoughtful visits Linda.

Lisa Mccall October 27, 2013 at 1:57 AM Such a lovely poem. Enjoyed it very much.

Charmaine Chircop October 26, 2013 at 10:42 AM This is so profound pd.Life is all about winning and loosing.As years pass i continue to realize that my worst losses are mybest triumphs in life cause its what makes me strong dear.An ezcellent poem

Delysia Hendricks October 25, 2013 at 8:04 PM Well done, Queen Amri (Irma, I presume?). Fencing is such a graceful sport and you need good strategy to outwit your adversary. I enjoyed reading this gem, Linda. Licia :-)

Duke Beaufort October 25, 2013 at 11:25 AM Needless to say, I was relieved that you continued to correspond with this foolish old man. Deciding how to live is not ever a simple matter. You have a lot of passion and skill. Be well. Oh, you also have nothing to fear for you have many who are fond of you! Be strong!

Duke Beaufort October 25, 2013 at 11:23 AM Linda, the idea of a mental colosseum floor as the stage for this battle is a remarkable piece of ingenuity. You are really just so creative. There definitely is a conflict going on inside. Lately, I have been thinking that if even a soft voice starts telling me that something I am about to do is wrong, then I probably should not move forward. I made a comment to you a couple of weeks ago that was meant to be a pun, but I also was afraid you might have taken it otherwise.

Poet. Undertaker October 25, 2013 at 11:19 AM Linda this avatar good in many aspects also it doesn't give the nearer feel. Many eccentrics have happy life. life, a great battlefield fight till the last moment with fun.Great Linda.(:v Jenish

Benjamin Isibor October 25, 2013 at 7:44 AM Hello PD you took a moment of me while i was really fascinated on your poem. It is beautiful

Roger Horsch October 24, 2013 at 7:15 PM Hello Linda, I just loved it. This is for you. Writing poetry is like giving birth. Sometimes it takes months for the seed to germinate in your head until its ready to be born; you cannot control when it will appear; you cannot force it before its time, and you cannot stop it once it decides to arrive. Sometimes the birth is painful, but it only hurts for a little while. The end result is a beautiful new creation for all your efforts. An English teacher once told me: Show your spirit, your heart, and your brain. Force the reader to experience what you've been through. Help them to hear what you heard, see what you saw and experience your senses. Truth is better than facts. It's your story, write it the way you feel. Dig to the depths of your soul until it hurts. Get your feeling down on paper. Write as if you're never going to show it to anyone else. You can always take it out later.

Ashley Conte October 24, 2013 at 3:51 PM This reads like an action script, Linda; very stinging. Thank you for your greetings. I'll see if I can catch your contest.^^ AC ^^

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