Best Fist Poems
An unclenched fist and open heart
The way we live our life
Knowing all souls one, none apart
We’re free from narrow strife
Content the way things are
Although we do not spar
We’ve slowly come afar
No to do list
An unclenched fist
16-January-2022
Quietus
Whose turn is it to take the stage,
In a circus of a lost & somewhat forgotten
race. Where our value in life has
diminished, we are no longer a thriving
culture living in The United States.
A people who once held their heads high,
and raised their fist together in rage
for our rights.
We have been Labeled like cans, like labeled bottles,
grouped in & labeled as Latinos, not as proud Chicanos.
I can’t act like I’m not offended and
everything’s okay.
I have to speak out, right now, here today.
I must voice how I feel and make a statement,
I need to be real in everything I say..
I must do it for my children,
so they hear Dad voice his opinion,
So someday they will do the same
for their own children.
I’m proud of who I am and as I stand here
today.
A Proud Chicano living in the United States
I raise my fist in a Chicano Rage...
David J. Caldera
01/03/08
Thy rod and staff
Clap of thunder--
Praise the fist of mars
As war ends,
Another begins,
As peace is forced to stand,
So is fight empowered to stand.
Where blood strive against blood,
Where is the love in the blood?
''Blood never lies'' is not in this,
Cause hatred flows in the mind,
Evil unfold in the heart,
Strength for strength,
Bloods in the veins will be
Let loose to taste the mother earth,
The temper increases,
So as the andrallin drops faster,
Heart beat on the pace,
To meet the race,
Fist to face,
Ideology. Of peace escapes
The memory,
As fast as a cheater,
Feelings expression is on the high concentration,
Voices roars in the air,
The tongue at work,
Respect lacks it value, dignity on the brick,
Honesty pricks,
What are meant not to be
Heard is throw openly,
Even encouragement to do more
Is applaud,
Who will settle this dispute?
It seems a funny place,
To hold a war is the house,
Called silence.
Elders words are not regarded,
Appetite is lose,
Appeasement is wrong in their sight,
Affirmative action is in place,
Where are we heading to?
I drop this pen by being
Non-committal,
"Let peace reign".
Endless strive for will,
Will powder is necessary,
Right for right,
Always a weak approach,
Intelligence test is in wrong order,
Elder brothe no-blesse oblige is lacking,
Who is the nit wit in this scene?
Respect for the dead disappears,
Revenge is not an option in this scene,
Need to revival love,
Should be put in place,
When will this fist end?
Lateral thinking should be welcome,
Je ne sais quoi of the elder brother
Is missing,
Jeez,
Jealousy on the tract,
The young jeering,
Several cheap jibes at the elderest,
The liquidator behind and energizing the war,
Understanding is a privilege.
The mother in charge of per diem,
So the house should be her prerogative
Right according to the will,
Can there be last ditch?
I wish is an utopia
Or what shall be the protend,
The event proved to be a protent
That was to come.
A country ruled with an Iron Fist
one that kills anyone who objects
A fanatical leader who wants the bomb
who blames it's troubles on the West
One that kills anyone who objects
an innocent student gunned down like a dog
Who blames it's troubles on the West
an election that was clearly lost
An innocent student gunned down like a dog
a fanatical leader who wants the bomb
An election that was clearly lost
a country ruled with an Iron Fist
Marc Spectar is Moon Knight . . .
the traveler . . . the pathfinder . . . the defender
protecting and avenging the innocent
the son of a rabbi
with D.I.D.
(Dissociated Identity Disorder)
~he is actually a fictional Marvel Comic character,
who worked as a mercenary, until he was mortally injured and died
in the shadow of Khonshu, the Egyptian god of the moon ~
he was reborn . . . The Left Fist of Khonshu
to fight evil and defend all who travel at night
from vampires, from monsters and from super-assassins
Marc's alter ego Moon Knight does the fighting,
takes the punches, he is the one who spills the blood
wearing a white armored costume, well, sometimes
black and white, and sometimes all black
~but they are not alone
Marc has other alter egos, Steven Grant, billionaire businessman
Jake Lockley, the violent taxi driver, and Mr. Knight,
the suited detective and police consultant, and many more egos ~
trauma in his childhood resulted in the D.I.D
he hears the voices of his other identities
has spent some time in a mental hospital
sometimes, he chains himself to his bed at night
and it has be suggested he has brain damage
yet, he is a closed fist . . . made weapon
he is "The Left Fist of Khonshu" protecting the innocent
~ fighting evil with strength, combat, technology,
detective work, tolerance for pain, willpower and experience
with the help of his alter egos who gather the intel
he has died many times . . . but has be resurrected each time ~
. . . he likes his vodka, ice cold, and has a girlfriend too
a pretty normal guy . . . until Moon Knight
The Left Fist of Khonshu is needed . . .
__________________________
October 02, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/The Left Fist of Khonshu
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1491-758-02
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Moon Knight
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 10/18/2022
First Place
Fighter
Be a rebel be a fighter
end the darkness light a lighter
it is your time burn brighter
be bold take action not just a talker
much more of now never later
world is fast gotta be a catcher
don't look down it won't be better
it's all you be the trend setter
Independent
It's your life for goals to set
your opportunities past not to let
courage inside don't you fret
you'll make it big that I bet
standing on two take conquest
do wonders you're you're best
don't ponder looking at the rest
walk the path you never set foot
Strong
Fear not to ever be wrong
do not sing the same song
the road is windy and long
settle not never be becalming
move swiftly like poem rhyming
taking affirmative action headlong
strength is in action never prolong
do it now you are surely strong
True
Let not petty stories be your colleague
truth be a virtue that one should pursue
let not people cloud your view
in matters closer of higher value
many never seem to have a clue
matters commented views so vague
principles should stick hard as glue
truth is what will be your rescue
Countless hours I've spent,
thinking about you and me.
Wandering thoughts, racing mind,
about what we could be.
For so long I've held on,
to the thought we'd be together.
There were no troubles or worries,
no storm we couldn't weather.
Countless words on notebook paper,
my heart I poured to you.
Pages and pages you were my muse,
but you never had a clue.
It's been a while since I wrote
"I Should Have Told You"
and my other favorite,
"I Do".
Those poems were the only way
I could express how I felt.
I remember writing about
how "your smile makes me melt".
It's so silly to look back now
and see a little naive girl.
How head over heels I was
and how I made you my world.
I knew the day would come,
when you'd find another.
When you'd call her yours
and to me it would bother.
Today was that day I feared.
I saw you were no longer solo.
My phone buzzed with a text.
My friend had sent me a photo.
The caption was a simple,
"Dude she's like your twin!"
My eyes went wide, she was right,
my face filled with a grin.
In front of me on the screen,
was a couple side by side.
It was my ex and his new girl,
they were walking in stride.
In that moment I was not upset.
I did not even look away.
I was overcome with the joyous feeling,
that I was actually okay.
I thought I would be angry.
I thought I would get mad.
I thought I would be sick.
I thought I would be sad.
It was quite the opposite actually.
I really did not even care.
I pulled a "Breakfast Club" move,
and threw my fist in the air.
It was in that moment I realized,
there wasn't anything I couldn't do.
I was free from your chains.
My anchor was always you.
You didn't keep me grounded,
in fact you held me down.
But now that I am free,
I'll swim to the surface, I won't drown.
If we ever cross paths again,
I will smile and I will say hello.
Although you and I are no longer friends,
you certainly are no longer a foe.
I hope she makes you happy.
I wish you two all the best.
It's a great feeling to know,
this weight has been lifted off my chest.
I believe in the right place
and the right time.
If one has fighting in mind.
I'm not talking about people
who join (the fight,)
those who stand up for a cause.
People fight for a number of reasons.
Two people don't agree on something.
Ignorance, anger and lack of patience.
People let their anger
get the better of them.
Really angry people feel
they have to hurt you.
Most people believe
there is no such thing as a fair fight.
You hear things like “*itch!”
I’m gown beat your sorry behind tonight!
And the other says
“you can try!”
“You gotta bring some
to get some!
These are the people
that carries a weapon.
For those who were taught how to fight,
like Boxers and people who study
the Marshall arts.
When you learn how to fight,
you have to remember people's
second amendment rights.
You'd be surprise at the number of people
who'd bring a gun to a fist fight.
There are those who go out looking for a fight.
Suffering from inflated ego's or over confidence.
Those are ones who get beaten up every time.
I was a Dee Jay working at night club.
A guy came up to me and told me.
He came out to start something.
His night wouldn't be right without a good fight.
So later that night when the club was packed.
And of course, a fight started on the other side of the room.
Mr. Ignorant jumps up and turns over his table
looking to start something.
But the people had quickly
picked up their drinks and stood back.
I smiled as security walked his Ignorance out the door.
If one has fighting in mind,
I believe in the right place and the right time.
So, lets flash back to 1979
Where I was in a Kung Fu class.
After training for a few of months,
In the outdoor gym, my class mate
Help me find my glass chin.
I was over confident,
He showed me why he was number one
In the class and I was number two.
I wanted to go a few rounds with him.
I thought I was better than he was.
So, I was clowning around making him look bad,
or so I thought.
When I took my stance.
That’s when he taped me on my chin.
And… that was thee end…
The lights went out.
I came too, and found myself on the gym floor
And people looking down at me.
I had never been knocked out before.
I have kept my ego in check
from that day to this.
So, I learned that
ignorance is bliss, until
you get hit by a fist.
strings burst sirens
(slowly silently)
lights strobe ears blinding
(talk talk talk)
hardly listen speaking mumbles
(shout quicker)
heavy bass resonates between
(envelop everyone)
down drink upside down
(laugh joyous)
quite entertaining millions
(thousands mourn)
not funny own
(never funny alone)
punched face fist face
(pain abounds sorrow)
blood falls face punched fist
(scars form)
blood face falls floor fist removes face
(bruises rage)
placed down bodies side
(tired upset chaos)
unclenches
(relax)
night ends sticky floors
(motionless diseased)
fight ends before began
(audiences disperse)
light comes
(refresh renew)
out get out
(run fast free)
homeward bound headed
(sleep follows soon)
alone naturally
(again again again)
another night some say
(good bad unknown)
head not agree stomach morning
(never never ever)
neither contents
(infinity reversed)
(23 April 2012)
When you're possessed by tears and fears
Open yourself of what world brings
‘Cause it would absorb the mist
Ignore all those deafening hiss
As your muse will give you a kiss
Chin up high and raise your fist
This is the quote that inspired me.
“Do not feel lonely. The entire universe is inside you.” By: Rumi
I agree of his quote. Universe is made to help human. We just need to embrace what's provided and believe that no one's made lonely.
Written by: Dinda Minardi
For 'RUMI IN RIME COUEE' Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Sits on 6th place (",)
a fist of clenched snow
gradually melts on icy boughs
welcoming new spring
Celebration Contest
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
22 Mar 16
errrr strings burst from sirens
lights strobe in our ears blinding us
i can hardly listen to speaking mumbles
a heavy bass resonates between us
down another drink upside down
yeah thats quite entertaining to millions
not so funny on your own
ooppps punched in face by fist in face
blood falls out of face that has been punched by fist
blood from face falls on floor fist removes from face
placed down by bodies side
unclenches
night ends on sticky floors
fight ends before it began
light comes on
get out get out
homeward bound i headed
alone again naturally
another great night some would say
my head will not agree with my stomach in the morning
neither will its contents
I’m the pair of fists belonging to Danny Rand’s identity
Along the ranks of Marvel’s super hero-integrity…
“Iron Fist” is my label against cowardice-instability
Powered to advance justice verity
Making my owner an incredible fighter, so mighty
Being a master of K'un-Lun's martial arts with brave superiority.
Having providing my handler a living weapon of excellent utility
I won over the dragon, Shou-Lao for victorious majesty…
Plunging into the fiery substance toward firm capability
I’m harnessed to channel chi energy’s responsibility
Toward amplified force, sans breakability
Willing to fight terrors of cruelty.
Here am I, helping my possessor for heroic functionality
Immune to pain and injury along hurt’s sensitivity
Always ready to rescue for the sake of good humanity
By healing others with my glowing powerful formidability…
Yet, in reality, I admit my non-existence in the eyes of GOD Almighty*.
Who deserves thanks, praises, glory and exaltation for HIS Sovereignty.
*1Timothy 1:17 Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
February 8, 2023
1st place, "Marvel Superhero or Supervillain" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 2/20/2023.
My tiny eyes shed tears,
Sometimes of pain and many fears,
You threw a mean punch and I learned to duck,
But in all those fights I learned to kick,
Like a stubborn angry baby mule,
And with speed I ran a mile.
My tiny lips smiled,
And I knew I was loved,
The bullies held back,
Lest you break their backs,
Fist of my brother you had my back,
Even when I feared the dark.
Sometimes I wanted to hit you so hard,
But my fist to you was a soft sponge,
You felt no pain so you took my beatings,
With your courage I saw me thriving,
Fist of my brother I love you still,
Even though my own fist has become steel.