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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.)
How can one man find
More faith in a crevasse of Siula Grande,
Than most will ever know,
Sitting beneath a pulpit on Sunday?
Dulling the truth to grow the census,
Merchants and cowards comfort the carnal ear.
Marketing Christ’s love without his conviction,
Left willful in sin with nothing to fear.
In half doctrines and custom alter calls,
Prostituting the truth with all forms of prosperity.
Akin to seeding hookers in the chambers of Heaven.
Deceived to death twice by hand and blasphemy.
Feeding wolves from among your own flocks.
In the banquets of ancient mystics and bride Blavatsky,
Word of Faith gorging on their mammon,
Left choking in an insatiable eternity.
A culture’s blue concessions are gone,
Giving more choices leaving Paul’s letters unread.
No church discipline or discernment left,
Testaments of burning flesh that once bled.
Refusing to submit to be broken.
Fading old blessings from past obedience.
Confusing favor with common grace,
Hypocrisy’s retribution birthed decadence.
Millions claiming the found life of the few,
In every eulogy and requiem,
Lukewarm afterthoughts of the Son,
Losing everything by never knowing him.
Despising the light of the living truth,
Lobotomizing guilt with the scalpel of ignorance.
Finding solace in the darkness of mystery.
Death marches infectious rainbows of tolerance.
Redefining roles and covenants in hemorrhaging lies
Under the pretense of the modern states,
Illusions of enlightenment killing somatic slaves.
Relativism’s heart courting the things he hates.
Enticed by the delusions of utopias,
Bound in the fables of autonomy.
Throats upon The two-edged sword,
In this American tragedy
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12.04.14
This poem attempts to capture the Fundamentalist view on certain issues with other movements within Christianity. Also, the man in the crevasse, chose a different kind of faith than you may have assumed.
I wondered how she would act that day.
Her door was ajar; I peeked in.
The scene I saw made me pray.
She looked so angry; then
I feared she’d come out.
Would she whip me?
Would she shout?
Why would
she?
I,
she had
often said,
was very bad;
so she’d stay in bed,
take pills, rant, cry, and drink.
Why could Mama not love me?
That’s when I saw the gun. I think
the scene I saw, no one could un-see.
FICTION
December 31, 2018, entered in John Lawless's Slap the Muse Contest
This one got NA'd--not once, but twice! Can you imagine? This poem deserves
to place because--well, because it's a masterpiece. This fact must be obvious to you, to anyone! :-)
Date: May 16, 2019
Contest Title: The Applicable Not Applicable Contests
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureaux
Ubiquitous sun
consuming through icy shadows
amidst winter chorus
Delphic paean on elysian winds
lustral chorales in
amber chronicles
Slowly sung, it's a lullaby of dreams
with moonlight charms
lulling you to sleep
I need to remember this night
the light we ignite within
shedding our sin
We soar boldly into silky shards
my ankles wobble, and I sway
Meekness left me speechless.
maintain moss's fear of tinkering
eroded by wear and tear
like a battered victory.
reaching out to the darkness
can the night swallow me?
hiding tinges of mellifluous tones.
In the rustle of leaves
hides a melody,
soulful as a barren call.
radiates an indomitable spirit
fears and quandaries cloud firm-level
in a shroud of myopia.
because rivers can't be crossed twice
switch to callow intrigue
tea is a lone integer in a ripening world.
Written: January 30, 2023
Brian Strand Contest No 1178 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
10.
the apparent golden pot that i thought
to be the underneath of a kadam-tree
in the dim light i can notice that
the stars in the sky are disappearing
this session of poetry
is coming to an end
now where would i
go
to that little home
the home
a tiny word of 4 letters
within that home
the children are giggling
playing … and making funs
when i entered
with a tri-cycle in hand
for them
i have been perplexed
many old persons are waiting there
to shake hands with me
11.
almost most of my desires
are very much hurt
to show it publicly
i wrap bandages
around all over my body
i keep on the stage-drama
in our programme of reading poetry
tea is served twice
current has gone off for three times
for four times the mobiles ring
to pick up love
some people think about returning back
from today’s dais to the ancient stage
of performing folk-drama
then they are also sympathetic
to my sufferings
12.
everyday
on my way to return home from the school
when my mom took hold of my hands
i could see in my body
the dancing of an unforgettable
aura
even now that mystical halo is walking
on the leaves of the trees
to fulfil my mornings
that wayfaring along the road
is ringing far and far-off
thus taking bath in every day’s
dust smoke hue and cry
many such love
gradually gets aged
is it true
in the long run
i too
would be the ingredient
of a fairy-tale
just because i love
that paddy field
some time later
she will also become
human
13.
then she will make all of us
join her walking
those inmost feeling
those memories meditations
the loneliness and solitude…
sans the touch of the imagination of
a crater…
a creator…
this blunder…
this socially outcast white …
this type of uneven…
and irrelevance…
sume words
when peep in the mind
i surprise to see that
it’s ten to 2 at night
then in the balcony
my father is crying
he always notices some grave-yard men
in front of him
and sheds tears
Dear Modina Odetunde
A new day for you
A new chapter of your life
Beginning anew
My heart touches on
Fabulous prayer for peace
To strive in fun
Everywhere you are
Even at your home as wife
Be a shinning star!
That always do smile
Giving delight to sky, lease
Sparkling weaves in style
And take the pleasure
To heart with warmest regards
Beyond eyes measure
Reaching out for hue
That suffuse light it presents
To which wonder glue
Admiring nature
Is twice admiring courtyards
Likely adventure
Life is truly good
To live twice young off ailments
Costly livelihood
Full of happiness
In true love and excitement
That please coziness
Through sunrise-sunset
Flowering graceful indictment
Cum birthday asset
"Here is my secret. It is very simple: one sees clearly only with the heart.
Anything essential is invisible to the eyes."
"Le Petite Prince"
Antoine De St. Exupery
touch me and
i'll touch you
we don't do this on a whim
measure twice cut once
but always from the heart
some use words rarely used in conversation
let these wonderful poets tickle that market's fancy
there are those
knit you a scarf from yarns of clouds
warm your day with a smile reflects
the clean heat of a nineteen nineteen sun
others who write you a poem you can share with a child
visions painted in words
cups of hot chocolate with those teeny weeny marshmallows
children's grandiose proclamations of love with every sip
for them the ambrosia of Gods confirmed by their laughter of joy
you see hopscotch squares loosely drawn in chalk
you see your daughter hear an echo for the first time
some poetry does that conjures a thousand pictures of pure innocence
also poetry that sings
with rhymes that are natural,
neatly placed in the story being told
or
sometimes the kind
occasionally trips on the page
love doesn't demand conditions
sonnets neatly metered
roll off the tongue
or
even if it twists a bit leaves you with a knot
stick it out and laugh it straight easy as that
we're here for each other
people before words
let's love each other just because we can
touch me and
i'll touch you
we don't do this on a whim
measure twice cut once
but always from the heart
Jan 14 2016
armand
Come on now use your loaf
I’ll bake some bread for your toast
Flour, yeast, water and salt
Four ingredients for its growth
A chemical reaction is what I need
So I knead the dough so carefully
Squish and roll, squish and fold
This process you know is well evolved
I need to release that protein
The gluten in the flour
Creating pockets of carbon dioxide
So my dough rises higher
I’ll leave it in a warm room
Until fermenting takes place
Maybe for two or three hours
I don’t want it to be a disgrace
Now it’s risen twice the size
That just really blows my mind
I’ll pop it in a pre-heated oven
Forty five minutes, I will govern
A fresh loaf there’s nothing like it
Warm beauty on display
So come on now use your loaf
Let’s bake some bread today
© Copyright KC.Leake
30th March 2015
All Rights Reserved
I 'm in the tunnel vision;
O' I'm hopefully found;
My spirit has legions;
I am sound;
Oh, oh, oh, O' oh
Oh, oh, oh, O' oh
I'm in tunnel vision, and I got feelings;
Spiritual feelings that I'm sound
O' I am, I am hopefully found;
I'm in delusion;
Found an intruder;
Castrated umbilical cord;
No longer a baby anymore;
Once lost;
Now I've even the score;
Twice lost forever found;
Repented no longer slave to sin anymore, anymore
I'm not delusional;
Won't be an intrusion, no;
I so cut my ties, woo;
To the father of lies, oh, oh;
No longer a sinner,
Now I'm a beginner, woo oh;
You see I am saved by Jesus;
Christ saving grace;
No longer bound, I, I, I, I'm-
Hopefully found;
I'm in delusion;
Found an intruder;
Castrated umbilical cord;
No longer a baby anymore;
I 'm in the tunnel vision;
O' I'm hopefully found;
My spirit has legions;
I am sound;
Oh, oh, oh, O' oh
Oh, oh, oh, O' oh
You see I am saved by Jesus;
Christ saving grace;
No longer bound, I, I, I, I'm-
Hopefully found;
6/16/20
written words by James Edward Sr.©2020
From Anthology " GOD YOU ARE MORE THAN A SONG "
Would that we listened to his mercy,
to his gentle, soft voice as he begged
to heal our wounds.
Would that we looked twice at his loving gaze,
at the selfless passion that saw
a broken truth he wished to heal.
Would that we lived as he taught us,
putting our eternal souls - our greatest treasures -
above drunken bursts of pleasure in a dying world.
But now he has come.
Not as a babe, but as Pantokrator.
The burning Word - white-hot
and searing away the shadows of our fallen Earth.
And while those who walked in Wisdom
cry with relief and joy as they flock to
his invincible banner,
We who dismissed him cry with fear
as we stumble away from his blinding radiance,
for we know that looking upon it
would destroy us.
Written after confession
8 February 2025