Slovakia one
deep dark despair depression
England nil — hey Jude
Bellingham bicycle kick
Toney assist Kane header
Categories:
knockout, england, football, soccer,
Form: Tanka
Knockout!
Drop the bowling ball on Putin’s head
See how the multi coloured ball
Adds another colour to its rainbow hue
Now bloody red with a bit of brains yellow
Not that Putin ever had a brain to use
His disastrous Putin War in Ukraine
Bled his pretty military dead and white
If only he’d attacked Japan as planned
Tokyo would be his with that entire tech
Instead Ukrainian KGB guys got him
And took him bowling in Kiev
His head was a skittle now flat
Eventful War Book 2
Nick Armbrister and other writers
Categories:
knockout, conflict, military, political,
Form: Free verse
Coronavirus is a monster
that is creeping all about
Together we are fighting it
with togetherness we do shout
However many rounds it takes
we will give the final knockout
Monday, January 3, 2022
Bite Size Poem #31 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
knockout, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Beauty stealthily creeps; peripherally drifting, sight unseen.
We’re caught at times within her gaze so clean.
Our eyeballs turning inside out rusted with mistrust,
find beauty sometimes giggling, hidden deeply, as she must.
Sometimes creeping slowly by, we neither see nor hear her sigh;
feel her tap upon our shoulder, finger poking, smile sly.
Like pregnant moments muscling to the fore
you must un-witness what you’ve seen before.
For beauty knows no bounds and this a fact:
your heart, in subtle ways, she will attract.
You must resist the urgent need to disregard,
however hard;
the tingling skinny memories that strain for every clue.
not within the eye beheld; but in the heart of you.
Listen though your very life depended;
for when it is upended and your breath is held suspended,
you may hear, the footsteps and the parting of the air,
as beauty slow descends the step
and meets you with her stare.
Categories:
knockout, anniversary, beauty, engagement, marriage,
Form: Couplet
Pretty Knockout
The woman's a pretty knockout
her presence fills the room
She has an air about her,
and all about her drool.
Her hair is long and shiny,
its like a cloth of gold.
Her eyes shine like emeralds,
A smile that makes you melt.
Her face has features that bewitch,
enchanting, exotic, like a rare orchid.
Sponsor Julia Ward. Date 1/8/2018.
Categories:
knockout, beauty, emotions, lust, vanity,
Form: Lyric
I hope you are watching, because you are not
The type with window panes, winter sunglasses on
Your naked clean eyes, watch for my sort
From the heartless gains, on what I own
Behind that courtyard, whose pregnant owner
The reason we starve, slim and thin
Behind that mansion, near my cowshed shelter
From the heart I dive, some sympathy to win
When my wife sunk, deep in Death Sea
My wail in volume, his wall de barrier
For he called a skunk, in a nest to see
From the heart I resume, troublesome carrier
My son half orphaned, her tummy inflated
For a meal is luck, and luck is lacked
Red earth no help, the wall still erected
From my heart weary, my chestless sucked
Categories:
knockout, poverty,
Form: Didactic
O-ne
R-ound
L-oss
A-gainst
N-o
D-efeat
O-pponent
Topic: Poet (Orlando Belo)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
knockout, poets,
Form: Acrostic
My parents were
far from preachy.
They went to church
separately and I went
to the children’s service
separately as well.
But as a family we
went to many Irish wakes
that enabled me
last New Year’s Day
to look death in the eye
when my daughter died
after a long fight to live.
I’m old enough now
to listen for the bell signaling
my own last round with death.
Hard to believe I've made it this far.
I may even lead on points
but any bookie will tell you
death by a knockout at the end.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
knockout, death,
Form: Blank verse
Life will knock you out
If you don't see it coming
Block,duck,dodge,K.O.
Categories:
knockout, life,
Form: Haiku
He stood in his corner, waiting to start,
I was going to make this a work of art,
He swung a punch, and I blocked it well,
Then I punched him, with the force of hell!
At the end of the round, we both sat down,
He was worn, and starting to drown,
As we began again, I acted fast,
Punching him hard as cannon would blast,
I broke his nose, and kept on fighting,
This sport was good, I found it exciting,
I was doing OK, and a then disaster struck,
He got a great punch, and I fell like a dead duck
I stayed on the ground, trying to move,
But I had lost my boxing groove,
He beat me on a straight knockout,
That’s what boxing is all about
Categories:
knockout, sad, sports,
Form: Blank verse