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Premium Member GODDESS OF STRENGTH

Samsonette
Rock Of Gibraltar
Power and Strength
Might at great length
Following the legacy of her father Samson
Family name
Crushes rocks like small pebbles
Lifts heavy objects like they are a feather
Bends bars
Wonder Woman distinction
Samsonette with a body lean and curvy
No man should ever try to get fresh
Samsonette will prove her power
Any hour in endower
Samsonette strong in all accords
Muscles hard as steel
Samsonette knocked out a hefty Bull in one pounding blow
One punch with intensity
Samsonette is no ordinary woman
Abilities far greater than mortals
Towns people often mocked her saying she is nothing more than a myth
No woman on Earth could be that strong
The God’s say otherwise
Words having no limit
Samsonette being strong and Aesthetic.

Little Peace and Sleep

12/21/22

You sow what you reap
On either side of the creek
Every single week
Another cheat
Taking from the poor or elite
Reality isn't always sweet
I had to punch them in the mouth, knocked out a few teeth
Over every little thing people often squeak
A world full of sheep
I hope you can swim because it gets deep
Can't find any peace
I struggle to sleep
Yet I'm so f***ed up it's beyond belief
How ironic that there is little to any relief
The area wasn't sealed well so water started to seep
Continuing to leak
Like secrets that people rarely keep
You can leave a message after the beep
The path I take is steep
I've had to make a leap
Differentiate myself from all the fakes and creeps

No need for an ice chest
All kinds of stress
For time I'm pressed
It's been quite the trek
So much I digest
Little to get off my chest
Oh well, if I'm the one to die next

Quickly they express concern
When it takes an unexpected turn
The bridge I let it burn

With hogs
Always at odds
Too many snobs
The same can be said for all these facades
They're so quick to talk about gods

Premium Member Knocked Out a Poem

I train my body, every second day 
rest of the time, stretch my mind 
Pumping iron, playing heavy metal 
adds more weight, depth to rhyme 

Hitting a punchbag, lets off steam 
jabbing hard, tightly packed foam
Burning calories, fires up my brain 
honed thoughts, will create a poem

Imagination stirs, no holds barred
muse unlocking, finding portal key
Tonight sky’s the limit, ready to roll 
brain has other ideas, I fall asleep. 

By
David Kavanagh


I'Ve Been Shaken But Rarely Stirred

I've been used and abused, mistreated and mislead,
so many times before, it's wonder I'm not dead.
Been thrown downstairs, pushed through the door
knocked out a window, flattened on the floor.

Been raped and defiled, bled from wounds made,
the cuts that bled soundlessly, those scars did fade.
Life hasn't been great, but I've never bailed...
I've fought to the end, and my life has prevailed.

I am a survivor, and I always land on my feet.
I don't put up with ******** found on the street.
I'll never give in, never give up, never stay down;
I'll keep doing what it takes, to make my life sound.

You think you can beat me, you better watch out!
I'll fight to the finish, I'll beat you no doubt,
cause I am still alive and I got what it takes
to make sure I survive without any mistakes.

On the Death of Mohammed Ali, Three Clerihews

The man was a legend.  

So farewell, Cassius Clay, Ali
You knocked out a bit of poetry
That butterfly one sure packed a sting
And well done on the boxing thing

Mohammed, man, you’re counted out
You gave the boxing thing a shout
Wrote rhyme to make a grown man cry
And dodged the draft like a butterfly

Ali, you’ve packed your final punch
Man, you took boxing out to lunch
Men say that you are God today
Who made Mohammed out of Clay

© Gail Foster

Gravity

There was once a man called Lavity
Who suffered the forced of gravity
His balls would sag
So he carried ‘em in a bag
He even knocked out a cavity


The Cable Is Out Again

(This is a fictional poem)

I was bored and my patience was getting thin.
I was mad because the cable was out again.
I went to the damn cable company and I started to yell.
The man gave me the finger and told me to go to hell.

I started to yell again and this time it came to blows.
That moron knocked out a tooth and he broke my nose.
I pulled down my pants and he got mooned.
The fuzz arrested me and I'll get out this June.

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