With the colors of that sunset,
a slight shiver hits my bloodstream.
Following darkness like a dream,
facing fiends I am the true threat.
Do I speak the truth? Place your bet.
Skill feeds on punches and distress.
The best version reigns I confess,
my sincere grin greets each new foe.
Never one to walk on tip toe,
lethal is my match I’m fearless.
Sometimes things work out exactly
How you’d hoped they would,
With plans and people meeting up
In just the way they should.
However, that is not the norm
And, though you may prepare,
A perfect execution of
A plan is pretty rare.
Though rolling with the punches is
Not easy, on the whole,
It might be best when circumstances
Slip from your control.
You're throwing one set of punches
Barely acting on your hunches.
You can't be lucky with left hooks.
They'll, sure, connect them: Boxer Crooks:
Perhaps, then, stop to at you grin
Like Spinks had at Homes for a win...
The point: stop launching lame attacks
Or you watch out as your skull cracks:
In Boxing, the Dreamer Joseph
Should questions ask starting with 'if ...?'
The Ring Business: Dangerous sport;
Killers rarely appeared in court...
When things begin to get hot,
You reveal what you have got.
Problems don't by themselves rot
Like blood would itself clot.
Travails linger, not fade,
Until with them punches trade
It wouldn't be wise to rest,
Until one has done ones best.
Say whether its true or not
You're no baby still in cot
A time you must exploit
To have things for him spoilt;
To stop The Cynical,
His knockout ‘Technical’…
Let him drink more punches
And keep making bunches;
Soon, The guy you would waste
And His Hopeless Case rest…
More jabs to his soft head
To soon help him see Red…
He’d be hating himself
And you laughing yourself
You take the Center Stage
And he shall be All Rage;
Another Jaw Breaker
A New Marriage Wrecker
Your left hook in Round Four
To send him down the floor
Upper-Cut Heart-Stopper
Makes him Dead Grasshopper.
Can't cure all the ills, there's good days and bad
Roll with punches, according to this experienced old lad
Been around many blocks
Had a few knocks
But all in all, it's been better than the alternative I might add
E-very
M-ove
M-ade
A-nd
N-onstop
U-ppercut
E-mphatically
L-et
P-unches
A-ttack
C-hin
Q-uickly
U-sing
I-ntellect
A-gainst
O-pponent
Topic: Birthday of Senator Emmanuel D. Pacquiao (December 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Can't cure the ills of the world, there's good days and there's bad
Best we can do is roll with punches, listen to this experienced lad
Been around many blocks
Had a few knocks
But all in all, it's been better than average, I might add
R-oll with the punches,
O-utsmart the situation;
L-ife changes constantly,
L-etting you get up, not
Y-awn.
D-espite the odds be brave enough,
E-vil deeds can't put you down;
L-ittle breakthrough truly brings
I-mmeasurable result that you've found.
Z-est and zeal dwell in your heart, aiming to give sweet success;
O-nly the Lord God's guidance can make you roll with the punches.
"Let me draw your bath, dear Grace!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
and there's hydrochloric acid, just in case!)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy
if the other two exigencies fall through!
I think I've thought of everything
except to kill that creep you slept with,
may he rot in Hades, damn his eyes!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
"Let me draw your bath, Sweet Face!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
with some hydrochloric acid, just in case.)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy, lest
the other two exigencies fall through.
I think I've thought of everything
except that creep you slept with,
I'll sneak up, and take him by surprise!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
"Let me draw your bath, dear Grace!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
and there's hydrochloric acid, just in case!)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy
if the other two exigencies fall through!
I think I've thought of everything
except to kill that creep you slept with,
may he rot in Hades, damn his eyes!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
ROLLING WITH THE PUNCHES
one true constant in life we all
know too well is
change
just when you love that your days form
patterns, things grow
strange
circumstances change in split seconds
accidently they
rearrange
we have to roll with the punches
adjust , accept and
sustain
go with the flow, try not to control
God has a plan to
maintain
a bend in the road is not the
end of the road
unless
you fail to make the
turn
© Kim van Breda—April 2014
TOTALLY tongue-in-cheek! Inspired by a character in Dylan Thomas' "Under Milk Wood" who plotted to poison his wife. It was all in his mind, as is the case with my character here.
"Let me draw your bath, dear Grace!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
and there's hydrochloric acid, just in case!)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy
should the other two exigencies fall through!
I think I've thought of everything
except that creep you slept with,
he will rot in Hades, damn his eyes!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
"Let me draw your bath, Sweet Face!"
(the space heater's perched upon the rim,
with some hydrochloric acid, just in case.)
My .45 revolver, my machete from Trelew
will come in very handy, lest
the other two exigencies fall through.
I think I've thought of everything
except that creep you slept with,
I'll sneak up, and take him by surprise!
Now the the only thing remaining,
harlot, bane of my existence,
is my holler of delight at your demise!
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