Short Boxing Poems
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Three o'clock -- time soon, the principal stopped, was clocked, signed by both winners!
2019 September 08
I watched Mike Tyson fight
At 58 was no delight sight
But respect to him
For going to the gym
I guess the money was right
Pressure,
Boxing me into this two foot,
By two foot-
Space,
The thrill of the future,
The chill of the past,
None shall last.
Spark
Crackles
Flames flicker
Shadow boxing
Glow
Welcome home!
For Brian's "Light My Fire" Contest. (Lanterne!)
Silence for Ali.
A hero in and out of the ring.
For justice in every round,
as he lay low molding the best.
“ALI, BOOM-BA-YAY”
I want to fly
To the high hill of a mile
Where even the sun can't find me,
The moon can't hide in
Somewhere very close to the sky
Wheels of time turning needles;
Worries of day twisting on spindle
Days passed boxing bundle
Night sparkles with hopes and kindles
The American Boxing Day
Is one where the retailers pay
For unwanted gifts
Received from spendthrifts
They can't possibly give away
They hit with punches and uppercuts :the crowd raging for more bloodied savagery!
One Liners Four
Silent One's Contest
12/10/2015
it like in the ring
you do your thing
move and grove
you must be school
with the tools
so you cuve the bad patch
LIFES A BOXING MATCH
Billy Bob King the boxer felt
entitled to punch below the belt.
Not because he was a cheating swine.
His lack of height, set a low punchline.
My word, what a dreadful sight,
A boxer lost a prestigious fight,
His nose was a flood,
With masses of blood,
He won't be boxing tonight!
My love loves to knit and crochet
And she does it all her own way
She knitted a scarf
As long as a wharf
Guess what I got on Christmas Day?
If spiderman's missing
New York city falls
If superman's sleeping
The world burns.
But I don't really care
As long as my fellow poet are here.
You've got to hand it to Millie
She knows what makes men act silly!
Just ask Uncle Fred
Who took her to bed
Where she circum-sighed his willie!
After Christmas comes Boxing Day
When mum carts the rubbish away
Like one of the boys
Dad plays with our toys
Day is done; what more can I say?
How sad to have only torn wrapped paper and empty boxes to remind us of Christmas past!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
26 December 2016
I watched my TV and I laughed
The boxing was really quite daft
They kept social distance
No punch met resistance
But one caught a cold from the draught
Christians falling
in love with the Messiah....
a midwinter gift
this day after Christ born day
an endowment of love’s truth.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
The veil is off we can see
The real you and your true face
Standing together
Yet standing apart
The boxing gloves are on
And they’re string up tight
George Edward Foreman
was a man who had a plan
he was a great boxer who gave us thrills
and Big George managed to sell thousands of grills
Boxing: in ring needs dodging,
blocking punches; then shocking
other with strong blow, knocking
down with hard hits in boxing..
~x~
Mohammad Ali,
a butterfly and a bee
is no more,
a unique figure
in the boxing field
the world has ever
seen and experienced
the world will remember forever.
Whenever he spoke it was a shout
He charged through life like a boxing bout
He took the blows and stood
He was a tree of hardwood
But soft his voice when I would doubt
He should never have stepped in the ring
Because he had no talent to bring
Even though he battled
His brain just got rattled
And now he can't remember a thing