fight
violent, bloody
kickboxing, brewing, countering
warfare, confrontation, retreat, trajectory
curtailing, startling, accelerating
controlled, sudden
flight
Date created: 07/03/2022
Categories:
kickboxing, creation, poetry, words,
Form: Diamante
Let us go chase some tail I say
So we all run into the yard
Screeching our truth
Squirrels scatter
Now what? Trixie, my prissy muse asks.
Unamused by me; rather haughtily indignant
This is all you got?
Let’s not go to a store I suggest.
We play some music and dance our truth
Kickboxing our way through a living room of zombies
Who used to be relatives
But all died of same-oh, same oh.
The skeletons nod at us, their teeth chattering
Neighbor phones to ask us to put the music down.
A human voice! We are excited.
Pandemic zero today, us six as we begin roller skating in the house
After eating peanut butter pancakes and throwing water balloons out the window
Hitting no one as no one is here anymore
Let’s go mad, today Trixie suggests.
Too late
We are already there.
Categories:
kickboxing, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
She said she was interested...
She said she was single...
Turns out neither was true except for...
Money to pay for her shallow appearance,
her nails,
her yoga lessons,
her kickboxing lessons,
her makeup addiction to hide from the world her true nature.
Her definition of single and broke is vastly different from mine.
and not one mention... of the wellfare of her child over her own.
Categories:
kickboxing, abuse, addiction, appreciation, devotion,
Form: Limerick
These are the years where
life feels magical
I've finally rid myself
of toxic friendships and
that feels glorious
Finding passion in Boxing
and Kickboxing makes me
feel confident and powerful
These are the years where
life feels magical
I've started becoming religious
And that feels weird
I've started playing the
ukulele and that feels fun
These are the years where
life feels magical
I've gotten back into
Field-Hockey and that feels exciting
And I'm loving working
as a care-giver
These are the years where
life feels magical and I
wouldn't want it any
other way
Categories:
kickboxing, magic,
Form: Free verse
The world I live on
has sound everywhere.
The sounds I listen to
Is the music to my ears.
The cars that go by
The dogs that bark
The wind howling like a wolf
Is what I call music to my ears.
When you wake up
early in the morning
I start to hear
the birds that chirp
They are singing a song
Just for me
La la Lilly la la Lilly
Wake up my dear.
The leaves go around In circles,
an autumn merry-go-round
Going against the wind through the trees.
It reminds me of a kickboxing match
All together
It makes a beautiful sound.
That's what I call
Music to my ears.
Categories:
kickboxing, bird, sound, world,
Form: Free verse
Daisy-flux
Pashtun kickboxing
Blank stares
Cut-off
Free life
Classy travel
Super kamarati
Categories:
kickboxing, baby,
Form: Acrostic
Nikko…will you go?
Will you go to prom?
Will you go to prom?
No?
Prioritizing? Gym! Kickboxing! Golfing! No Nikko!
Nikko…will you go?
Nikko…will you go?
Nikko….my pinup tomboy tycoon!
No?
I will comb my wig for you!
Will you go?
Will you go?
Nikko will you go to prom?
Categories:
kickboxing, happiness, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Andrea is an ambassador of alluring art
Noble, she is nice and nifty both day or night
Dedicated, dutiful and dogged like a dart
Resourceful, she’s got a mind… real and rapt
Experienced, she’s undoubtedly an exquisite expert
Amiable, her alluring attitude flows from her heart.
Darling, she’s got a friendly figure… not a fart!
Intriguing, her intellectual prowess is intact
Excellent, she is a fountain of love and light
Talented teacher: she instills, inspires and imparts
Realistic, her opinions are … in black and white
Interested in kickboxing, music, aerobics… so smart
Creative: particularly in prose and poetry… I doff my hat
Homely: she is a mother and grandma with a happy heart!
Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich
© Adeleke Adeite
Categories:
kickboxing, dedication
Form: Acrostic