Best Sparring Poems

"Ki-Ahp!" I draw back my arm like a sword,
stepping back to challenge, before bracing forward.

Like weapons meeting, grunting lips clink,
each movement controlled, bodies never link.

Roundhouse kicks swing, kumgang punches pop.
Whirlwinds can be felt with each rapid chop.

Maneuvers are blocked with reflexes swift.
From side to side,...

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I relish sparring repartee of clever quips...

Particularly, when voicing and/or
writing bon mots doth betake
chuckling clownlike me 
rumbled stilled skin,
and e'en rouses 
this mummified corpse
(asleep for bajillion years) 
among sleepers awake,
where mine inside belly 
doth pleasantly ache

jollity the best medicine 
most thus spoke Zarathustra,
asper nonpareil persona...

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People call me surviver, 
because my head hit a car 
and I cheated death. 
I know not my reviver, for I cannot recall, 
but maybe I saw the reaper,maybe I felt his breath. 
Maybe as I grew weaker, and passed the portal past death, 
maybe...

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Sparring With Pain
Written: by Tom Wright
10-21-2016

Entering each day’s fight I’ve total disdain,
The fighter I face uses the moniker, pain,
I hook and jab endeavoring to stay on top.
His presence I may slow but rarely can stop.

I’ve tried to drug him but that didn’t work,
So I’ve reached...

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