Best Right Hook Poems
On the starting grid for the zimmer frame races
Ready to put themselves through their paces
No cheating girls - don’t go tying shoelaces
Or there will be embarrassed red faces
Lined up on the starting grid
Prize is a cuppa and a quid
ON YOUR MARKS..
GET SET
GO SLOWWWWWWWWWW
But off like rockets charge Ethel and Flo
Wheel to wheel at the very first corner
Ethel cuts in - she should have warned her
Flo gives her a knowing look
No cheating Ethel – you’ll get a right hook
They cross the line together - I’m glad I didn’t bet
Sandwiches, cake and tea is all ready and set
Best of friends they sit and enjoy a chatter
Who’s first past the winning post – it really doesn’t matter!
16TH April 2015
Twelve rounds of excitement
Two rivals smiling in the middle of enchantment
The bell rang...
Both fighters were wild
Two rough hands still mild
The bell rang again -- end of first round.
Second round...
Gaiting horses, eluding kicks and punches
Baiting bodies, protruding hunches
Third round...
Fighters in merry-go-round
Hide and seek on square ground
Fourth round...
Faces smearing, eyes rolling
Bodies perspiring, allies chanting
Fifth round...
Feet hovering, foot work disintegrated
Temperature rising, hard punches connected
Sixth round...
Audience clapping; boxers hitting
Attacks jabbing, gloves slugging
Seventh round...
Whacking arm follows, gloves batting
Ulnar bone gallows, heads swatting
Eighth round...
The champ fighter grinning, nailing one hard scour
Second fighter fainting, flailing above the litted floor
Ninth round...
Stronger fighter grinning again with right hook
Left hook thrashing, down the second fighter of blind look
Tenth round...
Challenger flogging, kept on rising
Challenger pelting, the champ fell on floor gasping
Eleventh round...
Both warriors pummeling, whipping, jostling
Switching, clubbing, lashing, drubbing
Both fighters fell on adulated white floor
Before the ninth count both warriors stood tall
on wrestled floor
Twelfth round...
Last two minutes of peppering round
Both fighters staggering until the challenger dropped first and gaunts.
Champ still standing, waiting for the ten counts...
Last twenty five seconds of the final round,
First fallen fighter with a bigger heart stands
Champ dropped on his knees --
Laid flat on aproned, famed canvass
Ten counts numbered as confetti lands...
The winner and challenger standing in the corner, beaten and bruised
Bleeding profusely after winning a dream never cruised.
'Ding-Ding-Ding'
Round 1
Your knees became weak
Learning that your opponent was The Great Enah;
The one to never lose a match.
The one to tear you apart from the inside,
with a double right hook to a left
uppercut combo,
and finally a killer left jab to the
right cheek to only take you out
for 3 seconds at a time;
Round 6
My heart sunk
Learning of your match when you were half way done.
At this point
struggling
just to
keep your
breath.
Battlescars have taken captive your beautiful flesh
Wrinkles of veins stand like mountains
above valleys of blood on your deteriorating skin.
Yet I watch you continue on,
to land a glorifying punch to say
"Everything will be alright."
Round 12
The final countdown
Revealing the final combo
A fatal melee straight through the chest.
I fell to my knees as she tumbled to the ring's floor.
The impact of her body loosely colliding to the ground
echoed in my gut.
6 Rounds,
Not even 60 or 600,
could prepare me for this moment -
She lost.
'Ding-Ding-Ding'
- I take a step back to reflect. Fecal matter storms a reality check in to the mental hotel of chaos. In utter disorder; rationality eludes us. Cluelessly, we are insane—on a temporary leave of absence. Senselessly numb; simply, simple... Obsolete and discreet, keeping eyes down low. Hidden from the world; we stick out like sore thumbs. An overwhelming sense of paranoia takes wheel; who's driving? Slippery when wet; we slide. Uncontrollably... Unmistakeable, but make no mistake. Masks that we wear are transparent; fooling only some. High strung like the strings of an old banjo, our dirty laundry is airing out. The presence of stains shout out secrecy in whispers, silently broken. We enable auto pilot and go through the motions; subtly coded from paranoia. This ride becomes turbulent. Lightning strikes and in a flash, real gets real. Feelings of panic offset stabity. Balance forced to recollect. Frantically scrambling to find our lost librium. Playing cards that we repeatedly deal out ourselves, it's time to go manual. Reality delivers a stunning right hook; drawing first blood. Dazed and confused, fight or flight mode sets in. Voices of criticism echo in our heads. Self doubt secures confidence with an iron fist. Insanity begins it's never ending rant, as we argue amongst ourselves. Our worst nightmares become reality. At this moment it becomes impossible to deny. We are who they thought we were.
Dark clouds accompanied by blue sky.
I lifted my eyes high
Then I saw a blue sky
Black clouds drifted across slowly
she awakened my heart sorrowfully
She stopped to say sorry
As she released drops of blood
Where I stood became gory
It gradually turned flood
Holding me to ground firmly.
When I woke up,
It was midnight
I looked left, up
Upon turning right,
I lost sight
Her disappearance brought me light
When I opened my eyes,
She has taken that bone of mine.
She thawed the Ice
As she sent chills down my spine.
I moved out searching for her
But I saw white clouds shading the sky
The I passionately asked why
She then turned and said bye
I cried and still cry
I cry I cry
I was filled with sorrow
I became very hollow,
As I watch her go
I wished I could follow,
Fight her and bring back what she took
But I couldn't trace the path
She catch the wrong fish with the right hook
My world she hath
I had to face tomorrow
Though I was blue.
So If you told, yes it is true.
There once was the toddler named LeiNah;
Such a pretty young tang was ya could C her;
She loves balloons and animals but to her dismay;
Her mother said no, no way, no animals at this house this i say;
See ya daddy, Oh by the way here's a doll now go sit down you here!
My dear!!!
There once was a girl name LeiNah;
If you don't feed her on time she'll scream at you;
Supper better be good or should give you a right hook;
Her uncle calls her "Death Grip " ;
Her little hand holds you real tight better not get in a fight ;
Or she'll rock your night;
Hit ya so hard you won't your wrong from your right, GOOD Note!
And when she gets older, she'll make them bullies;
Hand over their shoes,
As they run away boo-who, boo-who boo who;
And just how old she is;
I AM ONLY 14 months, ya chump NO! Really;
Unlike Lena Horne;
I'll make you sing soprano if you pull my hair;
I am not a Tomgirl, my Grandpa says I am a MANGIRL!!
Careful I'll steal your joy;
Now TMZ better spell my name right see;
Or I'm gonna tell my mom the real paparazzi;
An unlike " Destiny's Child " Say my name, Say my name;
Muhammad Ali "What's my name, What's my name;
Git it write, I spell my name
LeiNah
Don't mess with me or ya B barefooted and I'll have you shoes around my neck;
And the neck time you see me bully U B writing me out a check;
Now what's my name again
Say my name my new friend;
Spell it now
Git it right
My name is.......
LeiNah. And I'm glad to meet ya!!
Ha
Ha
Ha
LeiNah's Song
Written by James Edward Lee Sr (c)2017
Dedicated to MY granddaughter
June 2017
Slam.
And the beat goes on
pounding on ribs
temples pulsing
words clenched keeping
explosions inside
adrenaline lines ripping
subcutaneous quakes raging
and as I fiercely pedal away
all I manage is
"Have A Nice Day!"
17.11.27
Composed for Lewis Raynes'
"Emotional anger, hurt, rage"
Always perfect, she is, from head to toe,
Showing me that she has a unique glow.
Head to toe, she is perfectly pictured,
Like the picture of the perfect mixture.
Eyes and lips perfect, like her thighs and hips;
Yes, between her hips are her perfect lips.
With looks that can kill, she has killer looks.
In her, I can not wait to get my hooks;
Left hook! Right hook! This knockout knocked me out,
Long enough to erase all of my doubts.
Instantly, she became an instant hit,
Again and again, since the label fits.
My new muse infused me with desire,
Since, within me, she just lit the fire.
What Democracy
Democracy, in Britain is nothing but a lie.
From the dictionary the word should be deleted
Whilst democracy’s the slogan that politicians cry
The majority of us feel that we’ve been cheated
With political correctness forced upon us every day
Just in case the casual word may cause offence
If you have a strong opinion be careful what you say
Even though you may be talking perfect sense
When we joined the E.E.U. I’m sure we took the view
It would give a larger market for our trade
Yet now our mighty nation has a legal obligation
To abide by regulations Brussels made
The referendum was denied, the politicians lied
These decisions were decided by the few
It was no doubt understood, M.Ps thought it would be good
With a total disregarding of our view
MP’s pull out all the stops to try to fill our shops
With G.M foods that we don’t want to eat
Whilst cameras check our speed on roads where there’s no need
We’d be better off with coppers on the beat
If when confronted by a crook you land a good right hook
You may think that he deserved it, it’s his fault
When he is on probation you’ll be locked up down the station
To appear before a jury for assault
When travellers leave a mess, you’d be spot on if you guess
That authorities will turn an eye that’s blind
Yet drop a *** end in the street and before it hits your feet
You will get an instant ticket and be fined
If asylums what you seek and English you can’t speak
Benefits are paid for your welfare
But if your British and your old, your property is sold
To pay for any time you are in care
If you chastise your child, because he has run wild
That law will on your collar give a tug
For no matter what you say, do-gooders rule the day
Even though the child may grow into a thug
In the interest of fair play referendums are the way
The majority decide just where we go
We shouldn’t change our laws or take part in futile wars
To massage a political ego
When we are due a big election, parties vie for our affection
Promising the things they have in store
It fair gives us the hump, they should take a running jump
They must realise we’ve heard it all before.
It is hard to understand who governs our fair land
Or who it is that makes up all our rules
Our politicians bore us, or totally ignore us
Democracy in Britain! It’s for fools!!.
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Domestic
The lady was a goddess in her looks and demeanor. Very beautiful in every way. From the way she swayed her hips to her seductive smile to fluttering her eyelids. It was what wasn’t said that got men’s attention but the hidden and unseen, images placed in their minds eye. Only one man was lucky to own her heart. For a long time they were happy. Then he ballsed it up big time. They had a domestic, he beat her to an inch of her life. Bruising her goddess looks beyond recognition, making blood flow like a river, snapping her precious bones like twigs, leaving her to die. Only she didn’t die. For she really was a Goddess. Her wounds healed and she went after her violent boyfriend. She caught him in the pub with another woman. A punch in the face broke the other girl’s nose and permanently ruined her looks. The girl fled. The Goddess ordered her boyfriend to the car park. It’s over she told him. He looked dumbly at her. Then smiled. She was ready for his right hook, blocking it in a swift move. Following through, she twisted his arm and broke it. Like he broke her arm before. His scream was hideous. Dropping him to the floor, the Goddess methodically went round his body. His good arm was next and then his legs. All broke quickly and without effort. Her small frame belied great strength. Standing over him she looked down at him. He whispered one word: why? The Goddess smiled. And replied, revenge my dear. There’s one last thing I must do. It will hurt. From out of her outstretched left hand, an orange line of fire whooshed forth and devoured his corpse. He uttered the most gut wrenching scream of his life. And was silent. Angry flames shriveled his corpse and turned it to ash. A crowd had gathered, standing well back. Frightened. Let this be a lesson to all of you angry young men, shouted the Goddess. Then she was gone.
Bell rings
Two kings
Tap gloves
No love
Attack
Hard smack
Right hook
Well took
Left jab
Ribs stab
Backhand
Just lands
Sly one
Head spun
Elbows
Who knows
Eight round
Astounds
Heads clash
Blood splash
South paw
Breaks jaw
Crowd shout
Knockout
Countdown
Lost crown
Arm raised
God praised
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27/05/20
Irma Sunday Evening
By Franklin Price
9/10/2017 - 6:22PM
For six hours we've been watching
The eye of Irma twitch
As the winds and rains around it
Are making life a *****
Since I last wrote her actions
She has twice come to the shore
As some have indicated
Here to even up the score
She landed last in Naples
Eye overhead on land
Was determined with her wind and rain
To make a gallant stand
The weathermen stood with her
She tried to blow them to the ground
They grimaced and they squinted
As they were buffeted around
She sucked the water from the bays
To make the tidal surge
Then when she would pass them by
She would open up and purge
The surge already happened
And it made Miami flood
Covering streets and highways
With much debris and mud
Although the eye was never there
Miami got the brunt
Got much more than bargained for
More than they could ever want
Irma keeps on moving on
Without a full blown eye
Left the lower lid in Cuba
Tore it off when passing by
It did not seem to matter
Her focus still not bad
She saw to pummel Naples
With the right hook that she had
She's headed for the city
With the Russian sounding name
Saint Petersburg is waitng
To see how Irma plays the game
Putin is not resident
Nor is the POTUS Trump
If they were she'd do the same
And kick the city's rump
Half blinded, getting old and tired
She's traveled very far
Still searching for new lands to hurt
Irma's now a fading star
Still can do some damage
Although she's hurt and sore
If you are in the path she takes
Should hunker down a little more
The wounded beast still packs a bite
With her surge and wind and rain
Still able to hurt and end you
Or at least to cause you pain
There they go down the street
Even before they had anything to eat
During this tradition that has no admission
People have a wide-eyed appeal
Since this party is truly the real deal
When marchers march, dancers dance, and balloons fly knowing they are there to introduce one special guy.
It is Santa Claus of course using reindeers instead of a horse
But do not be afraid since this is a special day when we have enough room to say
The holidays are coming, and it is time to start the running,
Unless you were prepared when you visited last month’s book fair
It was at The Austin Macauley booth where there was proof
The spirit of giving can come alive in one sitting
When the book bought had the right hook instead of explaining how to cook
Sit by the fire and do not worry what’s in the National Enquirer.
Since true fiction does not hurt
Instead it is just the way an author flirts
Whether the setting is betting at the wedding
Or a damsel always in the press
A reader never has to confess when they enjoy hearing about the characters mess.
So, when you make that retail decision without getting anyone’s permission
It is the magic of the pages that makes it all right to spend your wages
So, invest in a published writing and stay away from those who are fighting.
Let the pages fly, enjoy a nice cry knowing what is on sale at Austin Macauley is always a good buy.
11/5/22
On a damn lot
It's always blast off
Still out to hit the jackpot
For too long I've gotten nowhere and
I know I am
Still a lonely man
Not all goes to plan
Across an unholy land
Where precious resources are mostly scant
Too many don't understand
Quick to show their hand
Took everything not just a right hook
Rarely was I shook
You've no idea how much time it took
Lives were put
In the sky or brooks
She's constantly judging people by looks
Like a book
She's always shallow
For less people got hung from the gallows
Damn son
She thought she pulled a fast one
Looked back none
But the war I already had won
Because her impact was, like that of a capgun
Now that that's done
Regardless if it ever was good enough
Still I stood up
Always it took much
Otherwise it was easy to remain hooked and stuck
Too often people would bluff
Attempting to look tough
Yet so quickly they were shook up
Before another could wish them good luck
Life comes with set backs
I often wear Jet Black
With good reason less chat
You bet that
In ten flat
She taking a step back
I've been down bad or up good above the sewer
Always pulling off a bunch of maneuvers
She thought I was just a loser
And drug abuser
Believing each and every other rumor
All of it brought me much humor
Truth be told she is no better than me
Never once tried to reach out
Peace out
From the picture she's out
Still it's all the same and a shame
Often playing the blame game
I used to be nervous but i no longer feel anything when the pressure's on
I have a heart the size of Brock Lesnar's arms
They try to put me under more pressure but I remain forever calm
I won't buckle when the pressure's on
I've been through enough storms, I know how to survive
Fell in the rain, got bruised, scarred and covered in blood
Faced nightmares, depression wanted to leave me under the mud
Depression thought I was an easy target and didn't know I was down to fight
most of the world would fall if they had to go through what I had to stand through
I stopped speaking because i realized Boys talk, but a man proves
Sometimes you realise it's the people you trust who are abusing your health
A true warrior can adapt to any battle, so I'm proving myself
I could Beat Mayweather, okay that's me going a little over the top
But i guarantee he'll stumble when I give my shoulder a drop
And I strike him with a right hook and he'll struggle to stand after
I may not beat him, but I guarantee he'll shake my hand after
I'm just saying, I Don't care who's in front of me, I won't back down
If you challenge me, then I promise we're going to the last round
I'll fight to the end, I'll never hide or duck
I got great at this surviving stuff
I won't buckle or fold when the pressure's on
I deal with pressure well, because I'm forever calm
I've got a heart the size of Brock Lesnar's arms
So I'll fight till the end, and won't buckle or fold when the pressure's on