Best Boxer Poems
boxer
quick youth
roping doping dropping
the one armed ghost
champion
Oh my goodness
What have we here
The house work to do
I would rather not dare
Kids to feed plus the cat
If this is a humans life
You can keep that.
I am a boxer dog
With a lamed back leg
Called Cassidy cos I limp
Do more than that by the end
Let's sit for a cuppa
Damn there's the phone
Blasted sales people,
leave us alone.
Right let's go shopping
Shopping bag or will have to buy
Card in purse, kiss money goodbye
Aisles are so busy, this is a chore
Will be glad to get home to put feet up
All 4
Meal to cook dishes to clear
Get kids ready for bed
Is the end nearly here
Think of my past life
I now appreciate no stress
Just curl up and sleep
They say it's a dogs life
Think this life... I will keep.
dated 22/07/2014
Limericks croises : Once a Boxer met Poodle on leash
Once Monsieur walked Poodle in broad street
Madame laid up after nightlong feat
Poodle tripped in full glee
In Paris rue carefree
Monsieur took note of neighbours who cheat
Saw Mademoiselle walk Boxer on leash
Boxer lick-jumped Poodle with relish
Monsieur’s leash entangled
Mademoiselle’s hose bungled
Rush hour traffic stopped to let dogs enmesh/unleash.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
BOXER
The late October day
marked the last of the tragic
encounters framed by the ropes
he preferred to the streets where a
journeyman boxer needs more than
taped hands for the troubles he sees
There had been no title shot, no top
ten ranking, just fifteen years of blows
to the body, to the head, to the soul -
volcanic eruptions, fissures and
earthquakes, myriad tremors in the
plate tectonics of the fist-pummeled
brain
He needed sixty more seconds of glaring
bright lights and a bored, bloody crowd
in a small-time arena in a town far away
Sensing his moment, he slipped to the
right, flicked two stinging jabs, bobbing
and weaving, then three quick strikes and
a pivot to the left that put him flat on his
feet for a violent combination with a
killing uppercut that soothed the roar in
his head, reduced the blur in his vision,
sent the menacing shadow to the canvas
for the count then left him out on the
sidewalks working, breathing hard,
dancing and pivoting like a big circus
bear, punching the air on a cold
afternoon before wary passing
strangers who tried not to notice,
in a town far away!
My opponent’s huge but his brain is small
I’ll bust his chin and watch him fall.
He’ll greet the mat and moan and groan
As I stand in victory, he’ll lie alone.
Boxing is a game of sport
Loved by all both tall and short.
Cheers and shouts shall fill the air
Far more than a circus or fair.
I’ll jump the ropes and respond to the bell .
Engage in combat and fight like hell .
As the punishment begins, behold the test.
Soon the fans will know, “Who’s Best.”
By Tom Zart
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By Tom Zart “Soldier For The Lord”
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Author of LOVE WAR AND MORE
Never underestimate this opponent,
While he's busy rolling up his sleeves.
Though he looks like he isn't focused,
Soon you'll be falling to your knees.
I've watched him from a vague distance,
He visualizes every single, lethal blow.
In his mind's eye he quietly meditates,
Carefully strategizing how this fight'll go.
Like a pot about to boil over,
The rage deep inside him slowly grows.
He witnessed so much through horrific scenes,
A well kept secret no outsider knows.
He constantly replays this life's traumatic moments,
Holding back the painfully silent tears.
He'll never open up, to publically display,
Haunting memories inflicted over the years.
Although his mind and views are tainted,
Because of the situations beyond his control.
The Boxer's indestructible spirit is mighty,
Protecting his heart and shielding his soul.
He’s a boxer in a night club
Out to make a score
Sees a gorgeous chic
On the dance floor
Ready for his next move
To pull her with his hook
He crosses with a double
His upper cut shook
He’s a boxer in a night club
Too the music he moves
She kind of likes his style
Jabbing to the groves
Together they swing faster
She pins him on the ropes
But he does a counter punch
Starts rapping bout’ his hopes
I’m gonna lay it on ya’
Play it to the bone
Gonna make you mine girl
Gonna take you home
I’m gonna socket to you
Dance with all I got
Bringing home my winnings
When this final bell clocks
Challenging her movements
He circles her with pride
Quickly stepping left
To meet her inside thigh
His hand around her waist
Then twisting back in time
Now back onto the outside
To meet her crossing right
He’s a boxer in a night club
He’s bending on his knees
Ready to deliver
His hopes and all his dreams
This his final punch line
Did he make her get on down
Drop dead gorgeous
Here’s the next round
I’m gonna lay it on ya’
Play it to the bone
Gonna make you mine girl
Gonna take you home
Baby you’re knockout
You’ve lasted every round
Bringing home my winnings
When this last bell sounds
© Copyright KC.Leake
26th November 2014
All Rights Reserved
The Boxer.
One punch,two punch knock yourself out.
Two boxers in the ring hear the ref shout.
Three punch four punch in the second round
five punch six punch knocked to the ground.
One'er, two'er, three'er,
before the ref could count to ten
the boxer's on one knee.
Then up boxing once again.
The boxing match was over by round four
cause the boxer's opponent couldn't take it
anymore.
So now our boxer is a champion for all to see
but come next week, he'll have to box me.
The next best thing to the famous
Mohammed Ali.
The Boxer
He had the saddest eyes I have ever seen
hands trembled like a drunkard`s
after a fortnight's bender but a dipsomaniac
can always have another drink
Ali could not Parkinson`s disease saw to that
This poet of the ring a victim of success
egged on too long, just another fight my love
Honours and medal they bestowed him
it came too late his voice was but a whisper
In the glade butterflies fly as he once did
but not as fast as Mohammed Ali.
Do you think Jesus is proud?
looking, watching all of us
going along our daily cycles
ignoring his most basic message: LOVE
I always see bumper-stickers of
him
smiling
but i think when he comes back
he is going to be really pissed
He wont physically spank his "children"
he is too holy for that hippies
No, words will be his weapon
He will cal them every name
in the Good Book
Hey, he did it once
Round 2
He is ready in his corner
are you ready in yours?
Mohammad Ali,
a butterfly and a bee
is no more,
a unique figure
in the boxing field
the world has ever
seen and experienced
the world will remember forever.
uses courage,
throwing solid punches
without letup being famous
fighter.
Yes mom I'll be fine
Don't worry dad I got the combo down
I grab my gloves and head to the ring
Dont forget to cheer loud ok?
My match is next
It's do or die
I wisk away a bead of sweat
And gear up
Time slows
Weighing in at 120 pounds
I don't listen to the words following
Everything is silent
Heart beat steady
The opponent staring me down
I only see a target
With the ring of a bell I am off
Take the offensive my dad said
You call the shots
Jab, cross, hook
Slip, uppercut, evade, right kick
Square out
Steady the pace, youre only 45 seconds in
Clinch, knee one two
Release
I'll never forget that look of defeat given to me by the opponent
The rush of adrenaline soars through my veins
This is the win, take them out
Step to the left, head kick
Sound comes back to me hearing the thud in the ring
They're out
I win
I won
The match is called
I would give anything
Anything at all
To relive the moment my hand was raised in the air by the ref
To look in the crowd and see the faces of my parents
To know what it feels like to be a champion
To succeed in something you earned
It's the best feeling out there
Victory
His first time in the boxing ring, just a shard mirrored glass,
excited, but also scared, he thought he was faultless.
Rolling on the balls of his boxing stance, toe, heel, step dance.
A romance with his pivot maneuvers and his fist advance.
His opponent well-executed single punch, a water flow knockout,
he wasn’t expecting a broken bloody nose, swelling black eye blackout.
The voice within wouldn’t ease, practice makes perfect he did see.
Made him like a natural weathered piece of sea glass within salty sea.
7/19/2024
he was in the game
not just for fame
to prove he 's the best
pass all the test
some one show him down
this was the
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