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Premium Member Rudolph - a Compendium

Rudolph has got a red nose
From going where no reindeer goes
The roof that had ice on
Belonged to Mike Tyson
It ended up coming to blows

*****

This book about reindeer, I’ve recently found
Says reindeer eat leaves and grass from the ground
There’s also a chapter or two
That should give us humans a clue
They never eat raisins where rabbits abound

*****

A reindeer should not pull a sleigh
That’s what I heard Santa Claus say
The smells that they make
Catch him in their wake
And then when they tinkle they spray

*****

Santa’s just bought a new chopper
He’s learning to fly good and proper
The chopper’s a winner
No turkey for dinner
So Rudolph has just come a cropper
Form: Limerick


Mike Tyson's Punch-Out

I'm a Prizefighter and my name is Little Mac.
When I fight my opponents, they end up on their backs.
I defeat all of my opponents even though they're twice as tall as me.
I have to jump when I punch their faces and I drive them to their knees.
It only took one punch to knock out Glass Joe.
When I fought Super Macho Man, I won by TKO.
I punched Bald Bull in the stomach when he began to charge.
He shook the whole ring when he fell because he's so large.
As I punched King Hippo in the stomach, his trunks kept falling down.
I only had to knock him down once to beat him, he couldn't last one round.
MR. Sandman was tough and he thought he could put me to sleep.
But I gave that moron such a beating that he started to weep.
When I fought Mike Tyson, I knocked him out and I whipped him before Buster Douglas did.
Tyson was so embarrassed because I was only seventeen years old, he was beaten by a kid.

(This poem is based on the popular 1987 video game.)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Remembering the 1980's

Barbie, Atari, He-man 
Batman, She-Ra, Ronald Reagan
Indiana Jones, and landline phones
The Dark Crystal and around 5.2 billion people 
Andre the Giant’s Honeycomb commercial 
Rainbow Brite, Jem, and Rose Petal 
Welcome to the Jungle, Cheers! Metal 
Mike Tyson, Debbie Gibson, Teddy Ruspin 
And the best Christmas carolers are Gremlin
Taxi, the DMV Scene, "What does the yellow light mean?" 
Young Guns, Russians, Charlie Sheen 
Sony’s Walkman, Michael Jackson, and Tom Cruise 
What was fake news or social media reviews?
Reebok, Converse and Keds shoes
Glo Worm, Nintendo and playdough
The Burbs, Rambo, and Willow
KB Toys, Sam Goody, And Gemco stores 
Return of the Jedi and Disney’s Star Tours
Floppy disk computer and Punky Brewster 
The Family Ties and spoiler alert Optimus Prime dies

Updated 5/14/2019
© G. Jay  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Bestfriend

should be sleepin it's 3 in the morning
Don't get mad that I'm up I have my reasons 
Quitin on life not wanting to roll the dice 
Dang guess that not a choice I've seen your face 
Was on thin ice thinkin it be better if I die
But now your in my life I don't wanna die
Your smile makes me high
Thanks for making my life bright 
Flyin when we're signin
Your my partner in crime no lie
When I'm facing a tiger or lion 
your my Dwayne the rock johnson 
Maybe a young Mike Tyson
Though highs and lows
You must be a friendly ghost 
You notice when I'm down or something wrong
But you always manage to kill the frown
Thanks for being there
Always in my heart I'll hold you there
Ninja Turtle with you I see no fear
Know I love you my guy bestie 
I'll kill for u  if Necessary
Ninja Turtle thanks for being there and making me survive

The Hangover of 1985

Like two rusty hinges my eyelids creaked open,
the pale morning light seared my eyes,
the banging I heard was the sound of my heart
and the gurgling, my stomach's hushed cries.
I knew it would prove as I started to move
every motion would be one big mistake
and my brain and my mind (which was lagging behind)
were both wishing I wasn't awake.
Keeping my head quite level, I rose from the bed
balancing with my arms open wide,
to stop what felt like a hot cast iron ball
in my head banging from side to side.
Tongue was dry, throat was thick
and now feeling quite sick,
slowly bent for my slippers, to find
one had hid on its own under a Traffic cone
and the other had kebab inside.
Made it out to the bathroom and slumped by the sink,
the mirror held my other me,
ten rounds with Mike Tyson, face green, and I think
who on earth could that possibly be?
The phone started nagging, my shoulders were sagging,
I stumbled back out of the shower,
my mate asked where I was, since he's down at the pub-
I said I'd be there in an hour.
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Non Sense Poetry To Laugh and Think

The woman I loved  most
did not love me right
with a gypsy blind knife
Shot a shot in my chest.
Newton took advantage of that
had a dream of an apple
made gravity law perfect ...

Since i was a boy i wanted
be the most complete artist
or be magic and flying horse
to fly in the sky without routes
Gagarin once flew to the moon
stacked in large red balloon
thought the moon was fruit ...

Schools do not teach well
neither  to read nor to write
For me, I do it by myself
and I do well and all right
I learned physics in one day.
  Russian English and Theology
even words of love i say

Good friendship is good
It's good for the lungs.
good whiskey is single malt
 "cachaça" and lemon juice
when Jesus had thirst
 he sat down in a seat
 drank  Jordan river twice

Countryman is a strong
without tasting caviar
umbú juice he drinks
 eats cavia aperea (preá)
Mike Tyson when was weak
got fat eating hamburger
from all the snake bars


  ps umbú is a fruit from backwoods of Brazil.

Premium Member The Stoner

I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece

I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that i am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or -could it be that you're just-"Stoned"

Well I invite my auntie over
Thinking all this time she's rolling in the clover
And wouldn't you know,
A little blonde knocked on my door named Snow

She tried to pass off my aunties old license
But boy she looked more like Mike Tyson,
Then my dear belated aunt Flo
So all in all i told her she had to go!
Form: Rhyme

Words

I was complimented the other day.
I don't know why it stuck with me.
They’re just words so do I still think about them?

Words from some random person 
I probably won’t ever see again.

I still think about them.

Random words they probably just said in the moment.
So why do they still ring through my head like a freight train passing by?

I’ve heard these words before
So why do these words hit harder?
I’ve never been a boxer and 
Yet I feel as if I’ve been punched by Mike Tyson.
Why do the little things always feel so big?
Like a small wave eventually crashing as a tsunami.
Why do these words feel like exactly what I've needed to hear
My entire life.

Why do these words feel like for once
They were truly meant for me?
How did this random person manage 
To stay in my head with just a few words?

They’re just words
So why won’t they get out of my head?
If they were just 
Words.

Then why can’t I stop crying?

Premium Member I'M Ready To Rumble

If I were not afraid, I'd challenge my life long
enemy to a royal rumble.

It would be like the Muhammad Ali and 
' Smokin' Joe Frazier match.
Or like the 'Sugar' Ray Leonard and  Thomas 
' the hitman' Hearns fight.
I've been training my whole life so I know I
can take him down.

Oh I forgot to mention that match with ' Iron'
Mike Tyson and Buster Douglas.
Nobody was ready for Buster Douglas in
that stellar match.

I got to come like Buster did, if I want to beat
my opponent who is a big bully,
Who goes by the name of F. E. A. R….
I got to knock him out because he's held me 
back for far too long.


September 11, 2019
Contest: IF I WEREN'T AFRAID
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.

The Baddest Man On the Planet

On a Hot Day at the end of June in 1966, A young Father and Mother Gave Birth to a Beautiful Bouncing Baby Boy.



The Young Boy would have to Grow Quickly, for The Streets of Brooklyn is No Joke.

The Boys on the Corner would teach you to Steal, Curse and Earn your Keep.



In The Brownsville of that Era children learnt quickly how to Merely survive.

'Kid Dynamite' was the Talk of the Town, Knockin' them on their Backs All Day Long.

Though Juve' is where you Would Earn Your Stripes.




In and Out of the System is No College or University to Properly Develop a Young Mind, but those are the Cards You were Dealt.



Though The System was Hard, while there you Met Bobby Stewart, who Introduced you to Cus' D'Amato, and Your Life Would Never Be The Same.


Under Cus' Wing You Learned the Art of Boxing, and to Become a Man.



Though They Called you 'Iron Mike', Your Heart always seemed tender, helping Opponents off of the Canvas or Mat.


The Numbers Will Forever Tell Part of Your Legacy, 50 Wins, 44 KO's, 6 Losses, and 2 No Contests.


For You are One of the Greatest of Any Error, Perhaps Second Only to Ali.


Your Life is Still Young, You Have Given Soooooooo Much.

I Just Wanted to Say Thank You.






Sincerely 


One of Your Many Fans Around the World.


Author Paul. A. Cumberbatch (July 26th, 2020)

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