Best Parries Poems

Evening mimics the streetchildren
thrusting out and down with fright.

Predators heave along the bend
solid as a rock, bodies  streaming brawn and muscle,
how cruel! Their red eyes shoot like arrows.

The young sceams and parries.
Laughter makes it way on dirt roads
a battle is won, the rattling clatter
of...

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Have you ever been to the Arctic
and heard the "Tickling of the Ivories"?
That is the time when the Monodons
joust each other with their singular parries.

They have one thing in common...
A singular tooth that the males wear with pride.
They can swim, dive, and breach the water
on...

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His legs tremble,
Standing: over the-mound of dust,
He does not see the past left behind
And strives to extinguish the brightly burning star Forgetting, 
that nearby A blue island floats in tears.
And a lingering restlessness sweeps past him.
He parries the  questions  of  the ...

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Gently probing her vulnerabilities
     seeking only the slightest advantage
   He parries her feints most delicately
     awaiting an opening to do some damage...
 
   When she, shockingly, reveals a secret so deep
  ...

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Know that whenever he holds you
My arms are wrapped around you too.
When he gives you a passionate kiss
My lips will also give you bliss.

As he thrust and parries in the night,
My loving will give you delight.
And when he forgets how to please,
I will be there,...

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As I sit Precariously
Listening to my Canary
Life is weary this January
Embattled by the long and scary
Year of Covid when wary times tarry
Too long for us to know little mercy and carries
Us to the threshold of this 'wits end' of heated adversary
From the cold quarantine as...

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The purge started with honest appraisal.
A deep peer within to unlock the knots
    tying 'never too open' lockets shut.
There were regrets, fall-shorts, damning selfies
    all to be opened with tear drops and fears,
    exposing the scars,...

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The old decrepit cemetery sits abandoned in the courtyard  
Whistling tumbleweeds roll, moaning and groaning out of perimeter  
Its an eternal hell hole for jackals,  sorcerers, witches and daemons. 
Damnation  is born here and it hovers like a dark cloak over...

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Long Thin Blade of Weariness...
gloom of daze parries the long thin blade of weariness
metaphors adjust frequency matched patterns of
interwoven connectivity through mirrored meaning...
sameness, a variation of conformity, eventuates in 
perennial lack for something notable to
be rendered as an attendant distraction...
corsets laced tightly although it be...

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thunder roars all around us
rain has pillaged the Earth in petrichor
trees bend in the wind 
and retrieve their stature
only to succumb to yet another burst
two pluviophile's sitting on the balcony
our conversations are mostly absent 
from these words
you have taught me the gentle conversation
no need to...

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The Pugilist 

The push for purse
or punishment
to take the heavy iron

what brands the foot
or binds the hand?
another step in time

agreed the lengths
to self-defence
endure the cunning mind

when thoughts repressed
the body stretched
and pain sets out to find

behind the point
that pokes at fun
and parries all away

a boxer’s punch
was...

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In the City of Light, a new flame ignites
Olympic fire burns, burning bright nights
Paris springs to life, life in full swing
As champions spring forth, forth they spring

The Seine flows with dreams, dreams flow fast
Flowing with athletes from present and past
They run for gold, gold standard...

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In the vast realm of this wretched misery
There lives a prowess, with an ardent melody;
She emanates the beacon of her loving light
She is my bastion, in times of blight;
Her adoring caresses parries my solitude
For her inextensible grace, I couldn't repay my gratitude;
Her wise adorned with...

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Not just WTC..

KG has to be..the OG

Saffa Jaffa gaffer….sole goal

Batters harries
 
Carries..never parries

Weight and expectation

Fate & soul

Of a whole nation


South African speedster larder 

Is choc a block

Marco..new narco tyro

Already a believer 

The length & strength 

Octopus tentacles

Mr Tickle tendrils 

Hefty lefty lever


But their rock..Dr Spock

Shepherd...

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