Out in the park, lashed by rain
a girl, heart torn, cried under a hat
there in the ground, buried her Jane
an old brown manx, as flat as a mat
Pound for pound, not pretty but plump
Marcus, the neighbor, two pies, not enough
fast to the market, tripped over a stump
Jane at his feet took her last puff
plopping down ‘midst marshmallow grounds
the bunnies advanced by leaps and bounds
ahead of the hounds who the marshmallows found
~ tastier than bunnies pound-for-pound
Bow down
To the 13 bullets you were given,
Now load your machines
Now now
One foot before the other,
Don't stray from the way, no end to the means
Heads down,
As you walk through all of it,
Might just as well be at one with the team
Jump jump
The in bandwagons rolling
Keep your eyes closed for the routine
Pound for pound
Paid in flesh, for the mess, they created,
Prepare the obscene
Burn Burn Burn
Think we’ll learn from the rules you discern?
We won’t turn up, lest ye burn up
Surrounds cast fawning more pain and pleasure,
bring it on, union or naught, clocked watchers,
measures measure, pound for pound, face to face,
Curt or wordy, conscience be top-notchers,
as precious song of convenience, eeks breath.
Stage of a day's bliss follow edge to edge,
affair due course of day's light, naught Macbeth.
Fingered tip trace a fashioned grin, lips wedge
made verse presets rhythmically, whispers
to soft caressed, infant coos to gold.
A mime mimics, entertainment lifters,
puppy love hugs, sweethearts caress, gramps hold.
Be he the fourth wiseman of the Magi?
Ascends a moon, grays an eye-fools goodbyes.
Clouds playing around
In the sky tramping above the ground
Dangling in merry-go-round
Smiling at you year-round
One cloud zoomed outbound
Glittering ice flakes fall in mound
Flowers and trees have all found
Heart-shaped clouds in pieces on the mound
Crystals in diamonds plodded on the ground
Stayed and freezed like a heart spellbound
Prayers in hearts everywhere that astound
Heart-shaped clouds in you, dwell pound for pound
Welcome to this place called planet earth,
It's always been this way since the day of birth.
Life's a battle to see who's the baddest in the land,
Only until there's no more blood in the gland.
Some want to play,
While others say that's okay.
Everyone fights until the end of day,
And it's a dog eat dog world, so choose predator or prey.
Pick your battle, mental or physical,
Go with the path that seems most intrinsical.
It's always a delight to go pound for pound,
But take a good look around,
And you'll see that we all eventually become a part of the ground.
The circle of life can only be complete,
When we all gather where the feet meet.
Book: Perspective is the Objective
STARING DEATH IN HIS CORNER
I'm not the best pound for pound
boxer trading blow for blow
This bout won't end in this 36th round,
battling from the cradle from the set go
when my eyes refuses to behold life's wound,
uninterested in deciphering life's code show,
from when my wailing became a sound,
this boy baby became life's Eskimo
And you death, stare a brother in the face.
Despite the scar from the Diviner's torment,
He who bare in hand the enamor of grace,
The Father of all and the master of your fate,
you came for The son all to number his days.
But this in-ring soldier is born to fight & be great.
Pain you bring is sweetener enroute my eternal place.
IF I FEEL PAIN, I AM ALIVE
surviving like the edge of a knife.
IF I AM ALIVE, I CAN FIGHT,
triumphing over thee day & night.
IF I CAN FIGHT, I CAN WIN
(while trumpet of my victory keeps blowin')
because that's what Victor's do.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Chandler Sonnet
Copyright© April, 2021.
Author Dana Redricks
March 30, 2021
Father help me, I feel like I'm free falling. Spinning out of control the rain is falling, and tears dropping. Feeling so much pain. It's only You who's keeping me from going insane. Drip, drip, dropping I feel like I'm drowning in my sorrows, but I know it won't help, because the problem will just be there to face me tomorrow. Lord I'm calling on You, I'm trusting You to get me through. I don't have to pretend with You. I know You see my pain. Come break these chains weighing me down. In You is where my true hope is found. Pound for pound I know You won't let nothing bring me down.
The world is turning upside down
Covid 19 is all around
Numbers are growing without bound
Protests, killing, riots
and lots of bloody fights
The world is turning upside down
Most of the world leaders are just clowns
The best in the world pound for pound
For telling lots of lies
While the world just cries
The world is turning upside down
Who the hell is the fkn crown?
And why is she wearing such a fancy gown?
Statues are tumbling
As the crowd is are a'rumbling
The world is turning upside down
2020 will go down with a frown
Never in history to be found
Lots of people will die
No matter how much they cry
he didn't
seem to be
upset
that i hadn't
set up
the waterfall
yet
so he started
near sunset
trying
to get
a date
until late in
the evening
trilling
about how
thrilling was
his pond
pound for pound
but his call
was answered by
please
leave a
message
after
the
beep
beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...p
How do i break the hate for Gods sake.
How do i escape the coil of the snake.
Life is not real death is my fate.
Body's cold it's starting to shake.
Soul is broken it's filled with hate.
Watching thru the eyes of someones hell.
Wishing my soul wasn't for sale
Living my life under a spell.
Speaking softly when I want to yell!
Feeling the world go round and round.
Chasing that special evil sound.
Me and nothing are pound for pound.
Having a fear of evil clowns.
Watching my loved ones disappear.
Trying to not shed a tear.
The power is pulling its almost here.
The wheels are broken im trying to steer.
The shadow is coming im full of fear.
How do i break the hate for gods sake
How do i escape the coil of the snake
Watching the dirt disentagrate
Human flesh evaporate
A simple sin is all it takes
Blood runs cold theres no mistakes
Who woulda thunk it, I'd still be around
Still got lots to offer though, pound for pound
My smarts go way back
A prehistoric Jack
Was around when the dinosaurs did abound
1st amendment atrocities
Secondary nature
Pound for pound
They scream above holy lungs
Of righteous contradictions
As humanity continues to dry-hump “social” media,
Their sedentary psychiatrist
Judgmental lip smacks
Chapped from the arrogant vowels
They spit
Another syllabic lyric
Within our home of the “free”
Our 50 stars become 50 irrational assault rifles
In order to become bullet proofed
From infantile validation
We embrace rusty excavators
Crushing on Bones wearing red sweaters & silky moustaches
While MBAs & Bachelor Degrees
Fight in Spartan-tempered mouth-offs
If a dress is blue or gray
Donkeys & Elephants become consensual orgies
In the name of desperate prayers
But, neither will raise taxes in the name of God
For church & state are separate
Until dollar-store woven baskets made in China swoop in
During Sunday mas(k)s
Stairways to our imaginary heaven,
Its railing removed by forced epiphanies,
Replaced by “angelic” archways
Made of Kardashian silicone
And rose-tinted ascension
Yes, we can.
Yes, we did.
Yes, we fell.
We. Must. Change.
©D.J.E.
Pound for pound me and my pen,
are the best pair to be found.
You can stand them up all day,
and we will knock them down.
I cannot take the credit,
cause I know for sure its him.
With his sleek chromatic style,
full of ink and slim.
He moves my hand to cross the t's,
and lies while doting i's.
And the words he puts on paper slim,
brings tears to both my eyes.
Without him I am nothing,
a man that's such a bore,
But that sleek chromatic ball point pen,
makes me so much more...
Who woulda thunk it, I'd still be around
Still got lots to offer though, pound for pound
My smarts go way back
A prehistoric Jack
Was around when the dinosaurs did abound
© Jack Ellison 2016
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