Long Jabbing Poems

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Premium Member Ken Booty'

Ken lived in Alexandra town..Which you'll find within the
Borders of Vic..A family man who worked the hotmix
Hands moving strong and quick.' Although born as
A Kiwi.' He became an Aussie true' an ex pugalist who had
Challenged for middleweight dominance in the Oceanian
Games' now who'd have knew? He tuaght me how to come
And go' to walk back jabbing straight, to duck and weave
And use all speed.!! A man you'd value as your mate no
Gloves we wore and knuckles cracked we split a lip or two'
I gave him a black eye, he got up and said a good hit from
You. '
An honour to have known this gentleman' I tell each one
And all of you.'
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Go Hard Go Soft

More interesting the way you wrestle
never meaning hurt..
flirting.., with a skillfull mind
and matching tongue.

Twice as agile your swift feet, gleeful toes,
play like little lady fingers, jabbing, 
bobbing and weaving in the morning sun.   

What a change I witness when the gloves come off..
colors raised in stormy impassioned eyes.
So many dimensions, 
when you go hard..
even more uncovered..  
when you go soft.

Light coral shaded lips, 
paler still long neck, brimming in fire. 
Oh, how the veins sing to me.. 
though quietly now,
grow insistent.  
  
Getting close, like a creature
not used to light.  
A waterfall effect lost
in finest peach hair fields, many
curves and valleys explored  
in mosquito nets of night.  
 
Endlessly curious to know,
what a fighter wants..  
what a fighter needs,
                              in love. 
Return now from the ropes-
       to knock me off.

My eyes anxiously await a detente
when yours turn soft.

Prism of the Left Eye

Twin eyes, twin perspectives
Pick your poison; they're both too hard to explain
The cloudy sphere raining down once again
While it's earthen brother quakes uncontrollably

Ten years passed as ten years started
A growling eclipse blots the sun and spreads disease
It goes by many names, many forms
As it eternally revolves far beyond my reach

The boy died in a snowstorm so long ago, it seems
Crippled from birth, stillborn, but didn't know it
As he took those shaky steps towards a dim white light
Collapsing with a crooked smile

She stepped out into the sun
Its flaming rays warming, not burning
Perhaps the first and last time Winter spurned the child
A more jealous lover than you'd expect

Through fear of failure was failure born
A butterfly's flap that would rend the very mountains
Expecting a sapling to bear the weight of a treehouse
It bends, it breaks

He lived to see his wildest dreams come true
Invincible behind his suit of armor
Light refracting brilliantly on that prism
Casting the darkest shadow behind him

Even in darkest shadow
Did the tiniest embers dance in the sky
Through foul black winds
Did a flame of hope still burn

And so they stood as the monarch of a kingdom of plague
As the world outside lay rotting, so they thrived
"Nothing remains static," the snow whispered unto them once again
Kings are oft hard of hearing

Twilight burned beautifully far from civilization
As the setting sun cast brilliant shades of scarlet and violet
Sickness and death continued unabated
As the world was told to simply ignore what they saw

Lead may be sweet, but gunmetal is bitter
Salvaging wreckage from a charred castle
The sun's rays were harsh, even in shadow
What else was there to do but wait it out?

And so they looked salvation in its prismatic eyes
Hiding from one and jabbing the other
Left there on their own
Without a rainbow in the dark

It's a dazzling high number to experience
For the one who thought they'd be dead at 15
Yet here they lay, twice that and half formed
Too scared to live, yet too proud to die
© Derek Chos  Create an image from this poem.

Self Mutilation

literary food for thought.

Self Mutilation:

(ah bet thar iz an app for that!)
within unlit partial "FAKE abattoir" 
   sans wardrobe alcove 
   where dust bunnies didst allures
completing a simple task among 
   my never ending (Matthew's) list 
   of domestic chores

this undertaking engaged 
   thankfully while completely clothed, 
   and scrounging on all fours 
nonchalantly picking up scattered detritus 
   including food crumbs 

   potential critters hors d'oeuvres 
the spouse (ideally seated 
   on this same swivel chair 
   dashing off these lines

   linkedin with this Macbook Pro) - 
   housing at least four scores
of word documents, she espied 
   the cheeky opportunity 
   that triggered many wars

within arms length the taut outline 
   of me 'lil derriere - re: rear end
temporarily dormant versus 
   when flatulence roars - 

   posterior flank hie 
   could not de fend
she playfully poked her finger 
   that didst dis send
   within close vicinity of sphincter, 
   where rectal turgid business height tend

(most likely this husband not alone 
   getting tushy twerked) inn me own coal
less cents great movements got made 
   jabbing ma bung hole 

   while i happened 
   to be "blindly" groping 
   upon darkly cutout cubby hole
i.e. without wearing bifocals/ spectacles - 

   envision a human mole
thus amply qualified her role
to be literal and figurative 
   pain in the ass vole,

where much to my horror a flash 
of red hot poker blind 
   momentary rage, did lash
out at me, when aye espied 

   a kitchen knife and acted rash
(how cutlery got in closet floor 
   a minor mystery 
   and potential topic de jure 

   for another poem)
   to brandish sharp edge 
   around abdominal area 
grabbed handle with left hand, 
   thence commenced to slash

rhythmically thwacking 
   wrist of right hand
then quickly dropped sharp implement 
(as like a man momentarily possessed) 
   before rendering permanent harm 
   with a river of blood to wash.

Aloof Brother Concedes Duty Evaded

Aloof brother concedes duty evaded...

Foremost gratitude heavenly indebted,
jumbling kindling, linkedin mourning
numbness overlaid, pervaded, quashed,
routed thoroughly undermined vibrant
warbling, when xing yesterday's youth

zigzagging, accompanying blitzkrieg
cleaving deafeningly exploding,
formative grim homelife, indelibly
jabbing kid, (little me) nonstop,
overwhelming progeny, quintessentially

robbing, stunting, tormenting
unrelentingly vitality wrenching,
why xyst, zapping assiduousness,
begetting, crushing, destroying essential
fortitude, generating grievousness,

hellacious intractable joylessness,
kneading loneliness, murdering nascent
opportunistic potential, quiet, reserved,
timid, untested voiceless x years,
zilch accomplishments, boyhood

cheated, dieted, extremely famished,
gifted hirsute heir, ill, jettisoned
kippered lunkhead mealy mouthed,
nerdy, outlier psychologically quartered,
repressed self, tamped universal vitality,

withheld Xmas yearnings, zapped
animalistic basic cravings, denied
endeavoring fulfillment, gouged hole
inside, jawboned, kept lid mentally,
nixed opportunities, pronouncedly

quarantined, rabidly snatched tasting
ultimate vibrant x2c, yanked zipline,
aborting bequeathed capacity depriving
eats, forever ghosting hated individual,
jackknifing, kickstarting livingsocial

mortgaged, never ordained physical
quests, ruined self, thoughtfulness
vanquished, worthiness Xrayed,
yabadabadoo zone agitated
beyond crafting development,

executed firstrate glorious human,
impounded jailed kindred love
manifested nebbish, obliged pleasing
quirky ridiculous travesty, unleashed

vapid wretchedness, xyz, attempted
bizarre concoction, decoding
essentially fruitless, go head issue
joker kick.
Form: Bio


Premium Member Cracked Ribs and You

My shower last Saturday
Brought throbbing pain to my day
The soap made me slip
Got bruised on my hip
My ribs might be cracked they say

It hurts when I breathe or sneeze
Or if you give me a squeeze
The good times are gone
And so is the fun
My life’s no longer a breeze

The pain is constantly there
Even when I comb my hair
Hygiene’s getting tough 
So is “other” stuff
I’ve become a hairy bear

I wince with the jabbing pain
It’s sure to drive me insane
I can’t sit or stand
Need a helping hand
My bathroom trips are a drain!

My ribs reminds me of you
For no matter what I do
Your smile pokes me here
Your touch jabs me there
But your pain’s sweet.... through and through
Form: Limerick

Defecation Dilemma

gluteus maximus left and right half moon cheek
   re: byte size buttock 
attached via usb (uniform firm behind) to this freak
   with bowel movement incontinence + gas filled gut
evoking contortionist frown stretching to lowest peak
 perched upon porcelain goddess where elimination did jut 
held captive hostage atop toilet seat for many a week

exertion to expel rock solid turd required utmost effort
   to force jammed bowel movement free
inducing excruciating abdominal cramps that really hurt
   plus sharp jabbing spasms within high knee  
innards rent asunder from obstruction as BB size PELLETS did spurt
   from lodged fecal matter refusing to budge from me

caused by severe constipation whereby prayer a waste
   delivered only increased sphincter muscle  to scream
for rectal relief this mortal man faced
   a worse fate than death, he would deem 

since demise would allow alimentary misery to cease
   versus remaining in this impasse for what might be years
unless perchance some **** lubricant or special grease
   would bust loose abominable constriction in arrears
finding me unable to pay rent or renew lease

best prospect of remaining stationary with words to wax
   poetic found a glimmer of luck 
when a kind wildebeest delivered this message  via fax
   to help attend male in dire per situation get poop unstuck
with outsize mug of exlax
   to help unclog rectal muck
access to get expunged to the max
   but once expulsion occurs DO DO PLEASE DUCK!

A Most Violent Reaction

Soon after nibbling pumpkin pie,
     I felt terribly amiss,
where death be not proud
     did scythe lance me
     never came to bring
     bliss, well nigh,
thus hour writhing with torturous pain

     awoke wish to lie with permanent rigor
     mortis supine without an intestate
      for meager pose Hessions this guy
attests, which scarce material goods,
     one would immediately espy
little stock dis

     due dill ling dad doth not deign
     deliberately displaying no deny
ill asper being non
     materialistic, not wanting aye asseverate
     next of kin burden
     some task to decry.

As per thee above mentioned
     immediate grippe of jabbing
     abdominal agony did not wane
for extended period of time,
     which sudden devout
     praying Holy Scott twas in vane

where that this ordinarily 
     spry body of mine
     sought zilch ambition
     tubby vaunted or urbane,
but these lovely bag of bones
     felt fragile as if

     one to many fruit loops taken
     on Ozzy Osborne's ): crazy train
plagued with waves
     of gastrointestinal agony
     i.e. severe cramps dizziness
     nauseousness, and re

     pulsed with aversion
to air, don, or trumpet
     a swan song, sans of this aged jilted
     (once shy twice burned)

     once besotted handsome swain
hobbled thus unable to ride
     my high horse weathering a bodily reign
of terror reducing me to hash out,
     this ridiculous juvenile refrain.

Premium Member Archie Bunker

A cranky old man that rules his household
from his armchair. There isn't one he doesn't scold.
With jabbing comments and taunts;
feels he can say what he wants.
A shameful big mouth, hardheaded and bold.


His chauvinist views; women with boobies
were created to make meals and babies.
He still lives in the stone age
putting people in a rage.
Crazed old man, no respect for the ladies.


2/4/2018



Poetry Contest: Limerick 4 
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Syllable count for both:
10,10,7,7,10 
10,10,7,7,10 

https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter/
is counting... " isn't " and " doesn't " as 1 syllable 
soups are counting them as 2 syllables
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member A Message From Nobody

Hi everybody, I am nobody; Why do all the somebodies keep jacking my... junk.
Nothing I say changes or sways opinions: Stop looking for LINES WITH the punch.
I am out to lunch, just a li'l old nobody, a termagant, with a rant. I am no-one: 
Why is someone getting paid to monitor?
What I say, in no way could effect change...So why are you checking and holding my post hostage with all this blockage ...? What a waste of money and time. 
I do not put thoughts on anyone's mind.
Nor do I give sight to the blind. Gees-us, I am just a no-one, that anyone listens to. Nor adheres to, or cheers for-Or care for - Or even cares too.
So please let me speak freely and stop thinking that I am making quantum leaps; When we” nobodies” are in a huddle, trying to jump over this little puddle. 

The “Somebodies” are making asses out of the masses”.
You enjoy seeing me beat my wings against the bars. Or like a lab rat going through your maze to take the bait, you’d like to see me get Irate: (for more than four hours, our mainstream team) got played out of position, berated us, with a football hiatus. Black, brown, and white united for a non-cause, adrenaline screaming at the same screen.

You want to know my reaction, is that how you get satisfaction?... Well "beat your feet to the beat" of my jaws jabbing - 
The somebodies are setting traps. 
But I am a smart rat. I am nobody, and nobody didn’t go for that.! Even if you could catch my drift. 

Someone went to great lengths to create that rift.
Everyone cannot see what I am saying; Could never, “see what I am saying”, because what I am saying is only for those who need to know! 
"Do you see what I am saying". “I am just saying”. 

Those of you who hear me "Holla": 
But don't take the bait, or get sidetracked, stay focused, “pay attention to what's not being mentioned”.

Check and see how many moves were made when you were looking in the other direction. Always remember the greatest weapon they have is the “Weapon of Mass Distraction” Which, stops everyone's actions, and counteractions.! 
“that is all I am saying”
A message from nobody.

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