Boxing Day Poems

Black-Eyed Pieces

You're on top, so, you think you've got 'em,

But, you don't understand, boxing's pugilistic ways.

Then, you're dropped, you hit rock-bottom,

They say, Hey Punchy, who carries your luggage these days?

You won, cuz, you knew you were, "The One,"

Now, you've got scars, broken bones that...never really healed.

With no more, "Glory Days," in the sun,

It's December, can't remember, your fate is ever sealed!

Christmas Tree Lot

They dressed me up in tinsel
and lametta I recall
stood me in a corner
not as a wallflower
I was the belle of the ball
but now my needles shedding
the moment I've been dreading
limp lonely forgotten neglected
not long before I'm ejected
and two weeks later here am I
a sad and sorry sight to behold
enough to make one cry
discarded by the side of the road
wasting away out in the cold
alas this is the fate awaits us
to make the children smile
here today gone tomorrow
born to sparkle but for a while

She Said

You

Have Made
Life
So Much
Better...

She Said.

In Ways
You Can
Never...

Imagine.

***

In Leaves
Ochre-
Winter-Green-
Scarlet...

Distorted
By
Shimmering
Rain.

***

In The Sprig
Of A Branch
Grasping
Spread-Eagle...

Arising From 
Ripe 
Musky Moss.

Boxing

conversation continues,
for example the limits of reflexes-
until 12 rounds

the forgotten

The forgotten
We forgot to buy a loaf today, but there is an apple tart in the fridge for breakfast tomorrow   we will feast on cake and think of the daft woman in France, whose name I have forgotten
Putin was offered a 30-day break from warring, and he gracefully thanked Trump for his interest and accepted the offer, but first, the underlying cause had to be negotiated 
Trump was flattered; he didn’t get the whole loaf but had to accept a lemon cake, Putin and Lavrov are both masters in chess, and the West, who do not understand what Russia has said
No NATO in Ukraine quarantine Russia has had enough from the West’s false promises, that’s, but Zelensky, the fraud has to go, a new election held and a spring will arrive in Ukraine

a Sunday eleven year ago

Any Sunday 2015


Long is Sunday, empty streets
a tunnel of silence,
damp pavement, water trickles
into gutters.
Burnt matches, *** butts and
yesterday's leave forms a rust
brown dike, it bursts and floods
tiny pebbles-
flowers on the window sills
admire the rain on glass.
A life spent in a pot fear
no weed and see no evil.
A black cat decides not to
cross the road,
a child in yellow wellies
dreams of tomorrow.

BOXING DAY BLUES a hiku sonnet

shorts,white socks
sandals and panama-
winter-white legs

no wind,blue skies
dozing in a deckchair-
my afternoon tea stews

hottest day of summer
flying ants on high-
a swallows' drive by

summer-days ever-lasting
memories so tender-tasting

Breathe

I was in His bosom 
With no form or comeliness
Created from dust
Nothing moved me
Until dust came to life by 
 His breath
The very nature of Him
I am created to praise Him
That I will always do
Let your breath come afresh
 on me
Renew me with your Spirit.

 (Written 7th January. 2024)

My Amrit

No one only his eyes
Shows the symbol of love 
Even If I commit mistakes 
His eyes reflects sign of guilt 
Perception differs 
Not even we have single matches 
But 
Our hearts crawl to see each other faces 

No one was able to lure my heart 
His innocent face was one 
Which took away 

Even the tickles of rain drops
Passed whispering my ear 
You were lucky my child 
Which got Amrit in life 

 I too feel jealous myself 
To have such person in my life 
Whose hand I want to hold 
Till rest of my life ends

Drollery The Antisetic Poet

Allusion the word used
it seemed out of place
and wedged between
repetition and simile.
Her thick English sounding accent
was as attractive as her
Gorgous face and , she had
more appeal then all the Ladies here combined!
She was talking about writing and began
bragging about the day she
was in Windsor Canada and meet
Feasty Broadway ( the world renewed)
Musician and singer.
She said she took the bus from
Detroit and while there
the went to the Windsor Stadium while
several folk auditioned for
The play? or Opera " Best Sentio( Bel Canto).
" There he was all cute and smelling great:
and I was flabbergasted as I got his autograph.
While there we heard a guy talking to another guy
about the "The Treasure of Kiss-Per"
we thought it was a play: until we heard them speaking about
getting the ship close enough to
the detroit shoreline. Then we remembered
the legend of the Tresures of Churches, taking by
Canadain Pirates in
the early 20 th centery.
My freind and I stood there
and found out Feasty was involed in the Unearthing of the Loot!

BOXING

Intro
Square up, bell rings
Square off, timed round by round
Jab and move; stick and land a punch
Score cards

Mike Tyson

I watched Mike Tyson fight
At 58 was no delight sight
But respect to him 
For going to the gym
I guess the money was right

Denmark

Denmark

What a sweet little country, it's national
anthem reflects his kindness when the German army
marched in 1940, there was no resistance
hence, not one life was lost
 the old king continued to ride his horse in the park
Denmark was pressured into, joining  NATO as Norway did 57 years ago, the Danes know which side a slice of the loaf has the butter,
 while paying obedience 
to the real power, America, they continued 
to make Denmark a sweet country
Something unforeseen happened, the war in Ukraine
as NATO members they sent two planes there
only two as the budget would not allow for more
but their merchant fleet is vital  in carrying the USA
products
apart from this, the Danes know it is a small 
country, to maintain a high standard of living
they have aligned themselves to a greater power
But her charm was not lost

Punch Drunk

He should never have stepped in the ring

Because he had no talent to bring 

Even though he battled

His brain just got rattled 

And now he can't remember a thing

Fight

It will cold smack you in the face 
No regard, no respect, just a hard, straight right
Now you're confused and staggered so you look to plead your case
But no one cares so you better learn how to fight

So put your 'dukes' up and start sticking and moving 
Did you think or could anyone think you would be a pugilist? 
A mobile punching bag receiving blow after blow but you ain't losing
You're standing in the big ring, showing your worth with powerful fists

In this ring, blows will accost you in the late-night hour
Rudely snatching your sleep and leaving ugly bags underneath your eyes 
The next day you're in a fog with no zest or power
Trying to find reason or reasons for your seeming demise

It will grab you and place you in a chokehold 
Just sucking the life from your chest
And cause you to spend lonely nights in a hospital where the corridors are cold
Even after you've been released and you return home, you soon find there is still no rest

So fight! Fight you must and will do
Endure round after round and pound after pound
When you stand in this ring, you must see it through 
Spectators are watching with prying eyes, just wondering if you will go down

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