Long Boxing Poems
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By Poet: "LOVE, just four letters makes a very powerful word."
Have you looked inside of a store?
Filled from the ceiling to the floor,
with pretty gifts on every shelf.
Every aisle has more and then some more.
I see red everywhere for myself,
a pretty rose red bedspread for the elf.
Valentine's Day is full of love.
I will make red cornbread for thyself.
I am looking for a card like a dove,
not one showing a boxing glove.
This one will make him really smile,
as it shows my fun and true love.
Valentine's shopping went on for awhile,
now get home and decorate in style.
Cooking and baking for a great dinner,
will make him happy and be all worthwhile.
I was diagnosed with double-pneumonia on the 15th and classes started on the 17th. I’m already getting nagmail about assignments, yea! I’ll be behind and virtual for a while. It started as a rhinovirus, honestly, I don’t even remember being around a rhinoceros, but he trampled me good. (Hmm, song title there?)
I’m feeling better today, I can read without the room spinning - heck, I even managed to write this, but a new, implacable nemesis - low-energy - is here, like Lebron James, to check me when I attempt something over ambitious, like picking up my chemistry book. At least I got to stay in my room.
My roommate Sunny’s so angry with a certain girl that she even thinks it’s hilarious. Her creative, revenge beast has been awakened and her feelings are practically colors in the air. It’s entertaining. I think if she saw her now - well, let's say Sunny takes boxing in the gym every morning. “I’m over her already,” Sunny announces, stomping around her room, trashing all reminders on contact.
Be careful out there, people - if love doesn’t get you the rhino might.
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nagmail - mail about late assignments, class papers due, surveys
He was tough, he’d been raised to be big, fit and strong,
To hide any hurt, pain or fear.
He’d prepared for this fight, bottling his feelings,
Living an unemotional atmosphere.
Then the time had arrived, a fight till the end,
He had to win this fight at any price.
His opponent knocked on his door, ready to take him on,
By casually rolling the dice.
He swung to the left and glanced to the right,
Then an uppercut straight to the chin.
Then he kicked like a soldier, a seasoned marine,
And he thought he was going to win.
But his opponent was smart, and took all of his rage,
Took it with one boxing glove.
His opponent she won, so he lay down defeated,
Defeated by that emotion called love.
In the game of football, one may be
called for an infraction by the toss of a flag.
In basketball, there are whistles and 24 seconds to shoot.
In the sport of boxing, there is a clock and bell.
When I was a child, there was a game called 'marbles'.
In the game of marbles, initially, there was a line toward which each player tossed a marble to determine the first
to shoot his marble. There was an advantage to being the first shooter.
In the game of life, there are advantages and disadvantages, clocks, bells, flags, lines, and
Whistles. We are challenged by them. By them,
we may win or lose; grow and develope or
complain and allow them to control us.
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
That’s so good they cannot get the stars!
The hand in soft glove won't help them to steal
The precious gift that meant to shine for us,
Its freedom’s a subsequence unforeseen
It is much tough for beauty on the earth
That spends its time in wary and precautions.
It’s known well to all who got a birth
That beauty’s here just a trophy option.
As a game before, commodity’s today.
Immeasurable was frigidly apprised..
All the signs were mixed by swindling wave
No one's suspicion of exchange was raised.
Unlike the stars the real beauty got
To learn some arts of everyday street fight,
Plus running, shooting, killing of a spot,
Arm-wrestling, boxing and fast sizzling sight.
That will survive and save the humankind!
Damn the ideal. Appreciate t’ result.
When real beauty is no more a divine,
That’s so good they cannot get the stars.
That’s so good they cannot get the stars!
21.08.2004
Many of our most integral
holistic
spiritual,
re-ligioning,
re-connecting,
loyal pursuits
lead us on an individual
inside well-worn faithful path
that monoculturally separates
internal inside climate issues
from Earth's vast extended family
outdoor voices
of concern and comfort.
Higher multiculturing
multi-generational
poly-regenerational truths
are also deeply sensed
outside inside quiet contemplation,
alone within four straight flat walls,
autonomously separate fragments
of global life/death epic issues
Inside silent still
contemplating past rounds
fired by negative Muses of DeGenerative Change
draws distorting hard distraught
fundamental flat walled lines
boxing in sad egos
trapped inside eco-habitat outdoor stifling
and freezing
toxic separation
within/without
severing our win/win rightbrain inside voice
from our win/lose left outside choices
as if two oppositionally defiant climate issues.
As if we are condemned to an unsustainable
bipolar
duality of mind
more chronically dispassionate
than a singular
creative dipolarity
of heart/mind
felt/thought
trust/truth
spirit/nature
Pursuing
inviting our win/win ego/eco-nutritional truths
physically-sensually whole,
while severed from outside voices,
harmonic and dissonant muses,
longing for in/out communion,
diminishes emerging full rhapsodic chords,
Earth-sung attachment moments
achieving wider stretching intimacy
engagement
climax
Integrity with those ecologically around us
theologically and historically within us,
healthy and pathological cultures
win/win and lose/lose,
living and dying climates
and all becomings
win/lose rounds of compromised win/win inside/outside change
in-between harmonic intervals
of full-octave Earth scale resonance,
resiliently polypathic.
Inside creations
grow more resiliently healthy
when surrounded by supportive outside meditations,
medication,
ego's ecotherapy of healthy choice.
On the one hand, there is a remarkable beauty in watching one entity blend into the environment
of a different entity. On the other hand, there is less
to be appreciated about assimilation if it results in the
destruction, disappearance, or utter annihilation of that entity.
In the world of nature, on one hand, one considers that, of necessity, the sheer
essence of 'survival' is largely at play. On the other hand, in the sociological world of mankind, the blending or assimilation becomes not an 'instinct to survive tool', but rather a remarkable 'melting pot' for advancement in human development.
Whether wall street or boxing ring, we compete and fight to the finish; but we never eat each other; (Well, except for the Holyfield-Tyson fight). On the one hand, there is exhilarating satisfaction to be found when we observe camouflaging in the rain forest or in the kingdom of the wild. But on the other hand, except for the camouflaged soldiers at war, in communities of the civilized, we take exception to those choosing to wear masks or appear to be something they are not.
There is a distinctly different expectation and purpose that require the maintenance and maturity of character. On the one hand, in a civilized society, when such expectancy fails, the lines of demarcation are drawn and defended. On the other hand, in The Serengeti of Tanzania and Kenya,
no one is expected to protect the wildebeests and Zebras from the alligators and crocodiles. There, it is the natural state of things; lines are not drawn and neither required nor desired.
08062017TGPSContest, Late Summer Standard, Brian Strand
Suddenly on a Sunday Night, arose... A heavy noise, from a circus nearby
Filled with lights and a great crowd, screaming... The G.O.A.T
Greatest of all times, they keep howling from the hall
Hustling for his attention, as he's juggling his prize
With pride... He said; Season from season, years to years
And from time to time, I'm a conqueror, for I always conquer this arena
While coughing he oughta, moment of truth from a lovely low tune
Replying... Who to believe
How you act all RELY on you
Making ways for growth, is essential not inessential
Time prepare us, guides us, makes us
the mantle of leadership is within you
Is yours to take on! says the REIGNING CHAMPION
The price of delayed gratification
In the currency of patience, we pay the toll,
For the price of delayed gratification takes its toll.
We sacrifice the present for a distant gain,
Enduring hardship, persevering through pain.
In the quiet moments, when doubts arise,
We question the worth, we analyze.
Yet in the heart's chambers, a whisper persists,
That delayed gratification, in the end, insists.
We sow the seeds and tend the soil,
Watered by perseverance, despite the toil.
For in the harvest season, we reap the reward,
The fruits of patience, richly stored.
Though the waiting may seem endless and long,
In the tapestry of time, our efforts belong.
For delayed gratification, though it demands much,
Yields treasures of resilience, character, and such.
So let us embrace the journey, though it may be slow,
For the price of delayed gratification, we come to know.
In the discipline of waiting, we find our strength,
And in the end, the rewards will exceed the length.