The Pugilist
The push for purse
or punishment
to take the heavy iron
what brands the foot
or binds the hand?
another step in time
agreed the lengths
to self-defence
endure the cunning mind
when thoughts repressed
the body stretched
and pain sets out to find
behind the point
that pokes at fun
and parries all away
a boxer’s punch
was worth the punt
to fight another day
within the hand
where justice fits
the scale was tipped to weigh
amidst the sand
the knuckles land
and dare they join to pray?
skipped upon condition
reasoned beyond all doubt
the crowd was here to listen
with every second count.
Punch to the left, punch to the right,
Hold nothing back, in a boxing match,
Show him no pity, hit him real tight,
One in the tummy, punch to dispatch!
crowds cheering, coach’s swearing,
This is the dream, you worked to win!
radio is blaring, bookies screaming,
Don’t ease your grip, smash his grin!!
His head is bleeding, his eye is black,
Quick on your feet, the bell is gone,
Step to the side, give him no slack,
land him a stunner, you are the Don!
Keep chin up, gloves up to your face,
He is circling around, like King Kong!
Go jump in and punch, four with pace,
He is down, his eyes go ding dong!!
heap on the floor, he takes the count,
You dance around, arms up in the air,
You Ignore pain , with glee dismount,
You are Champ! You won your share!!
Written 04/March/2020
Rattling rhyme contest
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Pugilist,
(Pick Your Arena Then Make Your Opponent Earn It)
Written: by Tom Wright
2/9/2018
At times in life I’ve exceeded my expectations,*
Often being driven by my earlier laid foundations;
Most competitions end only after one was bested,
I wouldn’t know my hearts contents- until tested.
It was never an edge my opponent might boast,
Or style points awarded for striking first or most.
The prime indication of how a contest would end,
Was the determined effort I was willing to expend.
It’s often been the presence of Jesus in my corner,
That has turned the tide against some evil scorner.
But to fully appreciate the taste of victory’s seat,
I first had to know the agony coming from defeat.
* New Years Day 2017
In any conflict (health or otherwise)
Unless you fight as if there’s no tomorrow,
There well may not be one.
Tom
A pugilist and a whistle-blower
I never thought much of boxing
but I liked Muhammad Ali`s forthrightness
steadfast stood against the storm of
hatred and vilification when he didn`t want
to join the Vietnam war even though
he was banned from pursuing his craft for
three years, the best years of his age.
It took a long time for me to embrace his courage.
It took time to untangle myself from the net
of lies and propaganda spewed by a submissive
press and find the truth and ill will behind
the mendacities of politics.
Now that the great on good hail him and mourn
his demise perhaps it is time to pardon
Edward Snowdon who exposed the dishonesties
of the establishment.
PINOCCHIO WAS PUGILIST
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Pinocchio was pugilist
Blasted Ponta Ponti's puke list
Honk barf and stinker
Scumbag skunk sinker
"Little git" he showed his nuke fist
Pinocchio was pugilist: Limerick: Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
11/17/2014
there is this bar i went to once up north
it is called les pugilist.
it is a canadian dive bar somewhere
in the western province of quebec.
the parking lot is filled with large trucks
wandering in like steel framed geese.
their drivers touch down awkwardly on
cracked vinyl barstools.
they eat truffles and curse!
water boarding themselves with pitchers
of labbat blue and listening to french versions
of willie nelsons pancho and lefty.
at times their vision blurs and the criss
cross patterns of thier matching flannels
enrage each other.
the only solice they have is a cigerrette
machine over by the window that does
not vend cigerrettes but tickets to heaven
each seperatly blessed by the pope.
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