Best Boxer Poems

(WARNING  SIGNS)

You are old and fragile
Claiming to be a lion when in bed
In some way, you remind me of the walking dead
Your bones make...

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Has the convenience of technology 
inoculated us from reality?
Do androids dream of electric sheep?
I pray the code my soul to keep?
Does your universe live within 4G
Or...

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I am standing outside my bedroom, on the precipice of lost innocence.
Wide eyed, and barefoot on cold hardwood.
Someone is hammering on our front door.
My father,...

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First off let's make it clear I ain't funny
And I don't start conversations out with bonjour
But there comes a time in every mans life
Where he...

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I am black and I have the ability to glorify the King
I am great and in believing in him, I have authority over all things
I...

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As I wave goodbye and walk away the kisses and cuddles from my loved ones still fresh in my mind I set my sights on...

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Lecherous Luther was wont to grope
He ceased to function at the end of a rope!

Here lies Cletus as stiff as a board
He slipped on the...

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A boxer in the ring may think
He’s getting all the breaks;
Then bam! he’s down, for just like that,
One punch is all it takes.

I know exactly...

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He lay there all forlorn
Wishing someone would give him a home

His legs might be bent but he can still walk
Can be very verbal when we...

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1/21/19
"OAT"
I was wrong to quit
It's been too long I admit
Was gone a bit
On a trip
Putting down lagers quick
Now I'm back with a stronger grip
Deep down...

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The joy of birth, the growing up,
leads us to adore our lovely babies.
But not, alas, without the toils of life.
Because we experience a lack of...

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Exhiliration comes (thanks dad)

Cassius Clay in his day,
quick as lightning he did thunder,
watch him fight,
an awesome sight,
Great Boxer, 
one man wonder.

At 4 I had a...

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I've grown rusty and unused to summoning words from a blank page - but FINALLY - there's something new to describe. School (11th grade) is...

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Graces for the Loved and the Lost

To the sweet graces afforded to us from above 
To the hand of tender guidance that is only born...

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Hope to get back here soon, but I have been consumed with the care of my son who has cancer... this is an older write...

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