Bell rings
Two kings
Tap gloves
No love
Attack
Hard smack
Right hook
Well took
Left jab
Ribs stab
Backhand
Just lands
Sly one
Head spun
Elbows
Who knows
Eight round
Astounds
Heads clash
Blood splash
South paw
Breaks jaw
Crowd shout
Knockout
Countdown
Lost crown
Arm raised
God praised
A Brian Strand PREMIERE Poetry Contest
Checked how many syllables
27/05/20
The mental illness team arrived at the same conclusion
I was clearly insane, Leroy was merely a delusion.
The young boy and I pensively stared at each other.
Me and my should-have-been-dead but much-alive brother.
Game—playing Leroy grinned at me with that all-knowing look.
I stuck out my tongue and motioned giving him my right hook.
Our mother and father were horrified, I could see that.
What do you want to do with her? Asked the expert fat cat.
Let’s keep her for a week an orderly said.
She clearly does not realize Leroy is dead.
Leroy laughed and flew away as a bird.
As always this scoundrel had the last word.
Slam.
And the beat goes on
pounding on ribs
temples pulsing
words clenched keeping
explosions inside
adrenaline lines ripping
subcutaneous quakes raging
and as I fiercely pedal away
all I manage is
"Have A Nice Day!"
17.11.27
Composed for Lewis Raynes'
"Emotional anger, hurt, rage"
On the starting grid for the zimmer frame races
Ready to put themselves through their paces
No cheating girls - don’t go tying shoelaces
Or there will be embarrassed red faces
Lined up on the starting grid
Prize is a cuppa and a quid
ON YOUR MARKS..
GET SET
GO SLOWWWWWWWWWW
But off like rockets charge Ethel and Flo
Wheel to wheel at the very first corner
Ethel cuts in - she should have warned her
Flo gives her a knowing look
No cheating Ethel – you’ll get a right hook
They cross the line together - I’m glad I didn’t bet
Sandwiches, cake and tea is all ready and set
Best of friends they sit and enjoy a chatter
Who’s first past the winning post – it really doesn’t matter!
16TH April 2015
Dark clouds accompanied by blue sky.
I lifted my eyes high
Then I saw a blue sky
Black clouds drifted across slowly
she awakened my heart sorrowfully
She stopped to say sorry
As she released drops of blood
Where I stood became gory
It gradually turned flood
Holding me to ground firmly.
When I woke up,
It was midnight
I looked left, up
Upon turning right,
I lost sight
Her disappearance brought me light
When I opened my eyes,
She has taken that bone of mine.
She thawed the Ice
As she sent chills down my spine.
I moved out searching for her
But I saw white clouds shading the sky
The I passionately asked why
She then turned and said bye
I cried and still cry
I cry I cry
I was filled with sorrow
I became very hollow,
As I watch her go
I wished I could follow,
Fight her and bring back what she took
But I couldn't trace the path
She catch the wrong fish with the right hook
My world she hath
I had to face tomorrow
Though I was blue.
So If you told, yes it is true.
stop being bad
looking sad
like you been had
look up
don't bit the dust
fine the right hook
GET ON THE RIGHT FOOT
Always perfect, she is, from head to toe,
Showing me that she has a unique glow.
Head to toe, she is perfectly pictured,
Like the picture of the perfect mixture.
Eyes and lips perfect, like her thighs and hips;
Yes, between her hips are her perfect lips.
With looks that can kill, she has killer looks.
In her, I can not wait to get my hooks;
Left hook! Right hook! This knockout knocked me out,
Long enough to erase all of my doubts.
Instantly, she became an instant hit,
Again and again, since the label fits.
My new muse infused me with desire,
Since, within me, she just lit the fire.
'Ding-Ding-Ding'
Round 1
Your knees became weak
Learning that your opponent was The Great Enah;
The one to never lose a match.
The one to tear you apart from the inside,
with a double right hook to a left
uppercut combo,
and finally a killer left jab to the
right cheek to only take you out
for 3 seconds at a time;
Round 6
My heart sunk
Learning of your match when you were half way done.
At this point
struggling
just to
keep your
breath.
Battlescars have taken captive your beautiful flesh
Wrinkles of veins stand like mountains
above valleys of blood on your deteriorating skin.
Yet I watch you continue on,
to land a glorifying punch to say
"Everything will be alright."
Round 12
The final countdown
Revealing the final combo
A fatal melee straight through the chest.
I fell to my knees as she tumbled to the ring's floor.
The impact of her body loosely colliding to the ground
echoed in my gut.
6 Rounds,
Not even 60 or 600,
could prepare me for this moment -
She lost.
'Ding-Ding-Ding'