Sparring Poems - Poems about Sparring

...did those outstanding daffodils withstand; their feet were frozen last night; or had they one last stand… sparring midnight, did my love’s hand snip them, gently warm them in a vase; their fac......

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...For the most part, the lost years were self-inflicted the foundation made from a hypersensitivity which had a foundation of insecurity which had a foundation of instability which, in turn, was bo......

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...Oy vey iz mir, one day in the life of a common house broken schmeckle..., who did pötschke and squander many an opportunity to become a mensch instead he became persona non grata condemned to ......

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...'Twas the night before Christmas, and insomnia befell, No creature was stirring, but my thoughts are pell-mell. Would the family squabbles and feuds come with the cheer? Would I have to drown them......

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...Birthday of beloved buxom babe I betrothed Pardon my hyperbole if in fact such embellishment can be sifted out amidst the pretentious poetry and/or prose NOT aired to appear superior, but more so ......

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...SIMPLE SPIDER STORY Palsy poison spider bickering, binding, biting sparring, stinging, scampering creeping in crevices cocooned coded crooked cock-eyed Here, there, everywhere Scorpion......

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...As great as the stars they said As fast as lightning they saw From dusk till dawn he practices Through the golden hour his blade shines brightly Like the reflection of the moon on water He spars......

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...January 13th 2024 - Happy Lxv-th birthday Matthew Scott Harris date of conception:? ~ Late March – mid April 1958. date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix. date of expiration:? January i, emi......

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... There are no cogs, springs, wheels, or gears inside of me. I'm a flawed human whose mind and heart often disagree. I don't have parts, interior mechanisms like those inside a clock. but ......

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...Time twirls slowly, when tragedy sunders antiquated wings— maimed and eroded, becoming featherless angels, ferociously combatant, sparring to win, wandering in vacant division, while pen......

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...(This time I've quoted my own poem titles. Everything in quotes is a title.) "Dear reader," again, this monolog persists. We're no longer "sparring" with figurative fists. "The blood of an Englishman" is my last token, "cursive curtsies" for "love unspoken." "The magic of your arms" is now "unattainable," "man glitter"'s sloughi......

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...There are two sides to every story, And the whole thing is not often heard; For people are wont most often, To take sides and embellish the words. They choose to support their favorites, Causi......

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..."I’m looking for my sparring partner. So please direct me, if you will." “You seek a knight, a wicked wizard?” “A mill."......

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...a one against all iconoclast eat my shorts was his hello after being driven from the village by the Iceberg Clan physical therapists and their dictatorship of deduction a mere fascination with t......

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..."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. Roundhou......

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