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fencers get ready


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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 11/30/2015 6:22:00 PM
I recognize that field of battle. Love the quick sharp lines, they well illustrate the struggle.
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Date: 8/19/2014 3:22:00 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.
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Date: 5/18/2014 4:36:00 PM
I love the way it tells a story-those are my favorite types of poems.
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Date: 5/4/2014 8:47:00 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.
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Date: 3/18/2014 1:30:00 PM
the back and forth of focus and your rapid rhythm make this a joy to read!
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Date: 1/27/2014 9:29:00 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.
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Date: 12/22/2013 8:31:00 PM
A wonderful compilation of poetry - truly compelling and a very rewarding and entertaining read. Always, Laura
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Date: 11/10/2013 10:51:00 PM
Lot's of love>kinda klassy.You are really skillfull
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Date: 11/2/2013 10:57:00 PM
You're much welcome my dearest sis & bff of mine. You take care always! Biggest lovely hugs! lovem4evr, Leo
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Date: 11/2/2013 7:25:00 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.
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Date: 11/2/2013 3:43:00 PM
You are full of suprises.. You fence? Please let me know what you think of my baseball poem. Best Matthew Anish
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Date: 11/2/2013 11:43:00 AM
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Date: 11/2/2013 11:40:00 AM
hey my sweet friend how are you another poem of yours which is just awesome loved it a lot love mahima!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Date: 10/31/2013 7:51:00 PM
Thanks for the congrates Linda. It's good to cut down metaphorical fences; good read
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Date: 10/29/2013 4:39:00 PM
love this, PD
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Date: 10/27/2013 9:13:00 AM
We all need to win from time to time. Thanks for all your thoughtful visits Linda.
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Date: 10/27/2013 1:57:00 AM
Such a lovely poem. Enjoyed it very much.
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Date: 10/26/2013 10:42:00 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
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Date: 10/25/2013 8:04:00 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 :-)
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Date: 10/25/2013 11:25:00 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!
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Date: 10/25/2013 11:23:00 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.
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Date: 10/25/2013 11:19:00 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
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Date: 10/25/2013 7:44:00 AM
Hello PD you took a moment of me while i was really fascinated on your poem. It is beautiful
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Date: 10/24/2013 7:15:00 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.
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Date: 10/24/2013 3:51:00 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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