WE HEARD HIM SAY"
The Peolpe Will make him a DRAW!
"They read off names of
guys liklyto replace him
and he just sat thre like nothing was wrong.
muscle men
Rich men
Crafty cagey men
more atheletic men
Phyc gimmicky men
if he losses he'll
get booged and brawled
out wrested and pumpled
he'll stand tall and will cheat
and be seen as crafty until
he gets his bearings.
he'll redefind the term
Champion.
People shoul invite this guy
to there promotion and give him trophy's.
The day he loses the title
all those guys can stand
and claim him as
the World champion.
It's a two handled paddle it flips
to the handlers favor.
people will become legends by challenging him.
And he won't ever get the
recognition he deserves.
Trophy this guy up in the independents
and give wrestling fans there real champion!"
Categories:
brawled, appreciation, art, business,
Form: Ballade
Canterbury's Christopher Marlowe
as a plawright made a show
He brawled&blasphemed
because atheism became a theme
Categories:
brawled, people, poetry,
Form: Clerihew
The storm brawled with the flying rags
of mad clowns.
Small birds exploded
in spiral sprays of feathers.
Deer slogged against a hoof tugging fright.
Raccoons clung to barn beams.
Trashcans spun like whirligigs.
Ducks sunk amid churning reeds,
the wind hurt every eye & heart.
All hid from the calamity jig.
Whirling trees danced,
in a bugaboo blow
that chased a sky around its own
wracked
and flying red ribbons.
Categories:
brawled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Mothers day they say,
A time to give great thanks
To the woman that made you who you are today...
I wish i could say it was fun along the way,
But most of the time, for me, it was a cycle of hatred and anger built up inside me...
The original drank herself to the bottom of a bottle and brawled her frustration out with anyone that was near and dear within her wake.
The other was ok, but still didnt lack pint up rage.
She knows her name.
Toast to those that made me realize i didnt need them in my life,
Even if they did make me feel bitter and estranged
As well as unwanted perhaps, but its all the same.
Toast and happy mothers day.
Categories:
brawled, absence, abuse, anger, family,
Form: Rhyme
Growing up my parents continuously brawled
Verbally and throwing things was the norm
This day was uniquely funny
My Sis thought it was not
As an adult my sister sees the comic side
Though she was left a little traumatized
The events that transpired left me mesmerized
Father was busy kneading bread with pride
Mother cooking stew in the pot
Day was nice and sunny
Until mom and dad started brewing up a storm
Juiced words and names were ultimately called
Dough enough to make twelve loaves was angrily balled
Then thrown with strength, precision and fine form
Mom scurried like a swift bunny
As to the fridge Sis trot
Did not see it coming, no time to jump aside
Dough pinned Sis's head to the fridge, she was pressurized
Jan 14, 2020
For Contest - A Little Memory
* My sister was 5 years old, I was 11. It was like a cartoon.
Categories:
brawled, farewell, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Gentrifier’s pliers pull the heart from the old tart
Though a Navy Commander warns crew not to wander
Where sailors drank and brawled till ships’ horns called
By-the-hour beds and Shanghai Red’s demolished so Pedro could be polished
Now L.A. gangs sell the sins, against their guns no patron wins
Tarp homes on the bluff keep it rough, still developers dream and cream
Hills and ocean make a heady potion but fog dispels the notion
That a fat purse trumps a curse; ghosts abound, the lost are never found
Categories:
brawled, memory, places,
Form: Rhyme
My brother in me sees a foe
And in that foe he sees a friend
In desperation, am stuck
For to flee, there is no end
And for my sake I whimper not
But with tears far surpasses King Lear’s,
Over his lost soul I bawl
What invisible cataract blinds his eyes?
What spell cast by Medusa confuses him?
Together we’ve toiled, broiled and brawled
For that in my heart, thou art glued
Of my brothers, you are alone
Brought forth by a mum who slept
And out of our world crept
Why, brother?
Why disregard me?
Why strive to quell me?
My brother sees in me a foe
And in that foe, sees a friend
For myself I lament not
But for my lost brother, I whoop
Temajung Michael T
Categories:
brawled, feelings, grief, hate, heartbreak,
Form: Blank verse
It was first all, beautiful
And the plain blue sky spanned on either sides
With snow-white flakes drifting religiously
Over light-green steeples into a land
Beyond what my bulgy brown eyes can see
And God sat; watching
It soon turned pitiful
And beholding as in a trance a swam of famished
locust
As they swopped upon all that was green
And the orphaned cub watched it's mother's skin
sold for a farthing
While the hunters bragged, brawled and laid upon
empty bottles
And God still sat; watching
Then it became sorrowful
With the tsunami as its hits the glass towers of
China, and the famine in the dark soils of Somalia
The nuclear arsenals in the far east
Which could annihilate all that creeps
And the blood of the sackless on the tub of the elite
Apocalyptic sermons on all corners;
Yet evil, even on holy ground nests gallantly.
And God still sits .........
Categories:
brawled, africa,
Form: Elegy
Tongue soaked in tasty red
Painful water; it blots the bed
Vampires are at feast
Doom strikes whoever sucks least
Bursted veins, brawled roars
Shattered windows paving soars
Of beasts; two dead couples lays
Tickling death in its night rays
Hunger exhumes lost appetites
Like woods to termites
Carcasses left for vultures
It was a night of less surfeit pleasures!
Categories:
brawled, horror,
Form: Rhyme
Why couldn’t I see it? Why lie to myself that you weren’t the one I loved? I chose to fly alone, how could I reach the heights without my other wing? Miles away I learnt you were my life, my dream, my air, my potency. My heart jogged everyday in a broken road, thinking it will be fit for another placement, but instead it cried for you, called you in tattered shape, brawled me for you the other piece. Throughout the boulevard, flashes of you rode with me, my every cell twinge for you. I needed my life, I needed my dream, and I needed the one for me. I couldn’t let my dream escape, my life was empty. I needed to give it up, be saved from the death of emptiness. I desperately needed you, the one created for me, and here I lay in your warm embraces living my dream
Categories:
brawled, lost love, love,
Form: Ballad
The freezing glass shivered as the clock handle stroke,
snow on Big Ben, just like you see in the books.
As the pages opened, from spring it started
and flipped through summer, autumn then came winter’s heart.
She remembered the bright sunflowers of spring,
glowing Big Ben, just like you see in the books.
The blazing sun of summer upon the clock
turned over the pages, shining Big Ben brought you in shock.
Autumn came and the yellow leaves fall.
Family gathered, cuddled and brawled
till finally when the leaves were gone and winter arrived.
Snow on Big Ben, just like you see in the books.
Left alone in this cold, lonely library
she felt her heart trembles as she recalled the memories.
Seasons passed, not a year and everything is gone,
through the windows, Big Ben on breaking dawn.
Categories:
brawled, nature, peace, placesautumn,
Form: I do not know?
WOMEN SECRETS
Someone stretches his neck
Whenever she passes
Someone makes a nodding chuckle
Whenever she was heard talking
At times we brawled in pepper arguments
And she never suspects one thing
Theres nothing seen so better
What is seen is geometric triumphs
What is heard is hypnotic octaves
A walking triangle talking Ewe, Ga and Twi
A walking rectangle eating Akple, Komi and Fufu
A walking hour-glass dancing Atsiagbekor, Kpanlogo and Adowa
Yes ! a miracle of a woman
What set us yowling
Never seen from the side
But always from the her back and her face
That beauty of a woman
That buttocks of a woman
That breast of a woman
Her worth that scaled down Bank of Ghana
her voice that down-pitched the Beethoven
A babies thrown where they are nurtured
Fathers heaven where virility trives
Woman Ayekoo !
Categories:
brawled,
Form: Free verse