Short Boxing Day 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
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
The American Boxing Day
Is one where the retailers pay
For unwanted gifts
Received from spendthrifts
They can't possibly give away
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?
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?
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.
How sad to have only torn wrapped paper and empty boxes to remind us of Christmas past!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
26 December 2016
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
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
Santa Claus aint no has been,
until ole boxing day,
love your poetry its a dream,
keep em coming Mystic, hey
xox....Don
{MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS{
thank you Mystic Rose
we’re in France
fantasy France
good ball
I like France
hand wobble
your the champ
I’m your Caddy
good ball
It’s DuChamp
Cause we’re in France
Call me Caddy DuChamp…..
Our loving sportsman, Sen. Pacman
Never missed a chance of being a samaritan
His humility and hard work earned him great reputation
And yet his whole body endured more refutation.
On the morning after
a turkey-dining day,
‘leftovers for breakfast'
is a bit of okay.
A dish or a sammich,
whatever you feel like;
Throw in all the fixin's:
A great morning meal, like.
I talked and moved fast
I fought 'Uncle Sam ' and chumps
I'm still 'The Greatest. '
No single man can form a circle
But when many men join together
Hands in hands
Hearts to hearts
A beautiful circle is formed
Surpassing the eliptical globe
No man is perfect
But many men make up the world
The itsy bitsy fighter
Went up to start his bout
Down came the pain
And knocked the fighter out
Out came the blood
And dried up on his brain
So the itsy bitsy fighter
Would never bout again
The exile
No matter how far
To the other side of the moon
if you like
Sadness follows an exile.
Never at ease
Thinking of what is forsaken
Finding it impossible
To find the way back home.
how long
is a foot locker
and what
do they keep in it?
foot lockers
foot solders
foot long hotdogs
footballs
what is the obsession
are they politically correct
or are they just a foot fetishes
at the foot of my bed
Mohammed Ali
Dancing in the ring
Flying like a butterfly
Eying the title-world champ
He took on anyone
The belt was his to hold...
Until defeat...he shakes a hand
He fought Joe Frazier three times
He was the greatest boxer
P-acman
A-nnihilates
C-hallenger
Q-uickly
U-sing
I-mpact
A-s
O-pponent
&
B-ecomes
R-unning
O-bject
N-eglecting
E-very
R-ound
Topic: Pacquiao-Broner Welterweight Title Fight (January 20,2019)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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
Another year comes to a close
We've gone in circles, trying to follow our nose
So many lies and confusion, overexposed
Everyone's on the back foot, or throwing stones
But what's left in the end. I miss being stoned
20/12/21 ~ ZFP