The Prismatic Self
The sparring mind requires a venue fit
for wide ambition’s pointed blade—the craze
of poignant poetry’s unbridled wit.—
Masked)by the wily writer’s wire-meshed gaze,
the soul unleashes on the stage of writ
a flurry of pen strokes, a wanton blaze
of mangled meanings, aiming now to split—
—to split the atmosphere in half…for praise!
Ah—perhaps, in this contest of our wills,
I
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Categories:
sparring, art, conflict, creation, poems,
Form: Sonnet
Sparring
"Ki-Ahp!" I draw back my arm like a sword,
stepping back to challenge, before bracing forward.
Like weapons meeting, grunting lips clink,
each movement controlled, bodies never link.
Roundhouse kicks swing, kumgang punches pop.
Whirlwinds can be felt with each rapid chop.
Maneuvers are blocked with reflexes swift.
From side to side, back and forth we shift.
Rhythmically flowing like a rehearsed dance,
we
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Categories:
sparring, art, community, confidence, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
I Relish Sparring Repartee of Clever Quips
I relish sparring repartee of clever quips...
Particularly, when voicing and/or
writing bon mots doth betake
chuckling clownlike me
rumbled stilled skin,
and e'en rouses
this mummified corpse
(asleep for bajillion years)
among sleepers awake,
where mine inside belly
doth pleasantly ache
jollity the best medicine
most thus spoke Zarathustra,
asper nonpareil persona
American radio broadcaster
Doctor Demento would attest,
one need not buy,
nor
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Categories:
sparring, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Sparring With Pain
Sparring With Pain
Written: by Tom Wright
10-21-2016
Entering each day’s fight I’ve total disdain,
The fighter I face uses the moniker, pain,
I hook and jab endeavoring to stay on top.
His presence I may slow but rarely can stop.
I’ve tried to drug him but that didn’t work,
So I’ve reached a conclusion that’s quite sage.
It hasn’t been ring savvy, grit,
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Categories:
sparring, age, pain,
Form: Lyric
Sparring With Death
People call me surviver,
because my head hit a car
and I cheated death.
I know not my reviver, for I cannot recall,
but maybe I saw the reaper,maybe I felt his breath.
Maybe as I grew weaker, and passed the portal past death,
maybe I made a deal, and he removed my black veil,
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Categories:
sparring, angst, confusion, death, faith,
Form: Verse