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The Boxer verse 6

The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel




The Boxer-verse 6

I’ve truly fought the good fight
And I’ve lost more than I’ve won
But no matter what the outcome
I know that I can live with pride
For I gave the best I could in every fight
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie

Still Here

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
Nor is it strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him, 'till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
Parts of:
The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel

Still Here

I will remain
Despite the strain

The punches thrown
The anger sown

The promises made
The truth does fade


I hear what I want to hear
Disregard what I fear

I bear scars
From life’s wars

Knocked about
But never out

I am still here
I shout

The Boxer

His first time in the boxing ring, just a shard mirrored glass,
excited, but also scared, he thought he was faultless.
Rolling on the balls of his boxing stance, toe, heel, step dance. 
A romance with his pivot maneuvers and his fist advance. 
His opponent well-executed single punch, a water flow knockout,
he wasn’t expecting a broken bloody nose, swelling black eye blackout.
The voice within wouldn’t ease, practice makes perfect he did see. 
Made him like a natural weathered piece of sea glass within salty sea.

7/19/2024

The Boxer - in Trumps own words

I play by the rules day in and day out,
Showing my class, wielding my clout.
I take the hard blows time and again,
Knowing my patience shan't be in vain.

Joe's on the ropes, all by himself,
Waiting around to be dumped on the shelf,
Restraint is my friend, as I pull back and watch,
Those flailing wild jabs I so easily dodge.

There's one rule to fighting, it's Biding your time,
Showing him up, using his dime,
Keeping ones cool, letting him dance,
Then all in one motion - destructively prance.

There's rhyme to the reason for the 12
Rounds to be,
So everyone knows, all clearly can see,
The prowess of one, the demise of the other,
An abject defeat, no spin as a buffer.

The guys just a has been yet I'm giving him grace,
Watching him flail, not setting the pace,
The fun's in the waiting, a matter of time,
For him to fall over, his crown to be mine.

The boxer brownie bandit 2

I fear I've lost the light
In this storm of chocolate rain
Muddy waters cloud my sight 
Within this foul smelling haze 
But I know I'll make things right
I'll escape this hell someday
And my tights will finally stay white
Off this soiled path I'll find my way

They say the devils in the details 
Well I sure hope he likes corn
They say in the end good prevails
But I've had this demon since I was born
In my wake I leave a trail
There's stains on all I've worn 
My life's going off the rails
And I feel chaos in my core 

Still as I waddle towards the future 
I've only known one truth 
It always goes smoother 
When you let the pain pass through 
So when my gut gets sutured 
I'll fill the hole in my heart too
I only wish I'd done it sooner
Change your pants before they change you

Ted's Boxer Briefs

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posted 10/19/23

Towel Hot Cake After a Bath

In one’s towel bathroom things are not well
While there is nothing like towel
For the last part of a shower,
Filthy body back ‘Saved Flower…

Towels: hot cake after a bath 
But if not handy no true wrath; 
Wet body is dried by cool breeze,
Which does so but not quite with ease…

I’d splash warm water on towel
As a sponge for the sick bowel:
Does it matter that of Howell
Or of the respected Maxwell?

For a boxer’s cascading sweat;
What sometimes shows his blows were sweet,
A fresh one for the next round’s heat:
He must try to opponent beat…

When it hasn’t been a good scrub
Off would towel soapy fluid rub.

A Boxer and An Actor

The boxer and the actor

I saw them on the sidewalk near The Radio music Hall
in New York, Jack was telling Alan a joke 
Jack Dempsey wore a sport’s jacket, brown trousers
a white shirt’s open, top button open
shiny shoes; Alan Ladd, wore a grey suit, with matching 
tie (Everyone had shiny shoe trainers not yet invented)
I noticed he was considerably smaller than Jack.
I was in awe had never seen someone famous
life and up close; this was, in 1957, I was so young.
I bought a ticket to see the show at the music hall
before the movie dancing girl came to the stage
with live music and plenty of thighs.
The final was a big kick a woman got it wrong
she kicked with her left leg when she realized her mistake 
shifted to the right leg; too late, the music had stopped
 but with one leg still in the air, it was what I remember.

The Boxer

I'll give it all away
 just to have you j
Just to know for one moment 
our love was true 
One thought away 
We've been done for days 
 The memories fade
From black to Grey
Worn out from the games 
We reluctantly play
 Hearts sinking like a ship 
In a blink of an eye  
a poem without words
 a song without notes 
summer without heat
 Sea without boats 
 what was it
 what may never be  
wrapped up into one 
like make believe 
helpless tired 
only wanting more 
 empty heart ready
for what lay in store
 A quick glimpse 
a stammer
The run toward the door 
you can give up hope 
Without trust
Love is no more
Quit the fight
Throw down the gloves 
thought you were losing 
Face down in the mud
Up before 8
 seems like it's fake 
the future forever
 the past a mistake

Boxer

I wasn't born with long elegant God-limbs
to race across the flowered plains of heaven
I was conceived from the hammer and anvil 
of a gray witted, quick to anger blacksmith.

My shoulders will never feel a spray of red roses
my only friend will be a bucket of second hand oats
no soft palms will stroke my dull-matted flanks
only whips of attrition to hold me to this lowely rank.

I'll spend a lifetime plowing uphill and moving stone
loyal to a fault at the expense of my soul-bones.
When my days are sprinkled over with ice and snow
when my back is beyond bent and ribs start to show
there'll be no tears-accolades or sweet eulegies
only harsh words and sharp tug into the darkness
and a long bumpy jaunt to the glue factory.

Boxer

BOXER

The late October day
marked the last of the tragic
encounters framed by the ropes
he preferred to the streets where a 
journeyman boxer needs more than
taped hands for the troubles he sees

There had been no title shot, no top
ten ranking, just fifteen years of blows
to the body, to the head, to the soul - 
volcanic eruptions, fissures and 
earthquakes, myriad tremors in the
plate tectonics of the fist-pummeled
brain 
He needed sixty more seconds of glaring
bright lights and a bored, bloody crowd
in a small-time arena in a town far away

Sensing his moment, he slipped to the
right, flicked two stinging jabs, bobbing
and weaving, then three quick strikes and
a pivot to the left that put him flat on his
feet for a violent combination with a 
killing uppercut that soothed the roar in
his head, reduced the blur in his vision,
sent the menacing shadow to the canvas
for the count then left him out on the
sidewalks working, breathing hard,
dancing and pivoting like a big circus
bear, punching the air on a cold
afternoon before wary passing 
strangers who tried not to notice,
in a town far away!

Boxer

uses courage, 
throwing solid punches 
without letup being famous 
fighter.

Basher the Boxer

Basher used to fight with all his might
Until he died, "poor thing".
He boxed four rounds and hit the ground
After taking one on the chin

From a boxer called Biff
Who made short thrift
Of anyone that he fought
He had a flair but didn't play fair
Like others thought, he ought

Basher was in a daze as on the canvas he laid
He realised he was over the hill.
He took a painful swallow
His stomach felt hollow
Trying to digest this bitter pill

Basher couldn't remember if it was in round three or four
He heard a bell
Was he going to Hell,
Or was he at Heavens door

The crowd roared
As Basher was floored and lay dying on the ground
No remorse expected of course as
A good time had all round

Dancing With the Shadow Boxer

Dancing with the shadow boxer
antithesis 
of sunshine and gray
tears and tidings
joy moments so rare 
they are of priceless value
surged into being with the ringing of a bell or the sounding
of a word
a saga of gladness then sadness,
the noiseless laugh, never to be heard.

Tomorrows and yesteryears are one
in the evenings of the shadow boxer
like a day of inconsistent sun and drizzle,
steam rising from tarred streets
trains leaving images on cement walls as they pass
the moist seasoning of a blessing dried up fast
leaving thirsty ground
on which to watch the images of a mixed dream
fade in and out of light that doesn’t last.

Turning and twisting in the dance
life moves in agile undulation between
sunshine and showers
sunshine and shadows
sunshine and shame
until we conquer fate’s unfriendly current
to an impartial shore
ever grateful for a restful land
where love is undiminished 
forever.

7/23/19

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The Boxer

Never underestimate this opponent,
While he's busy rolling up his sleeves.
Though he looks like he isn't focused,
Soon you'll be falling to your knees. 

I've watched him from a vague distance,
He visualizes every single, lethal blow.
In his mind's eye he quietly meditates,
Carefully strategizing how this fight'll go.

Like a pot about to boil over,
The rage deep inside him slowly grows.
He witnessed so much through horrific scenes,
A well kept secret no outsider knows. 

He constantly replays this life's traumatic moments,
Holding back the painfully silent tears.
He'll never open up, to publically display,
Haunting memories inflicted over the years.

Although his mind and views are tainted,
Because of the situations beyond his control.
The Boxer's indestructible spirit is mighty,
Protecting his heart and shielding his soul.

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