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Sumo

A French poet
once called it
“the miracle of balance.”
While traveling around the world,
Jean Cocteau
observed that in this sport,
the strongest does not always win.
He marveled at the essence of this contest,
saying:
“The rikishi are
pink, youthful giants,
as if they have stepped down
from the ceiling frescoes
of the Sistine Chapel,
a rare race
of people.”
Somewhere between
the Edo period
and the future,
today as well,
on the dohyo,
the rikishi strive
to keep their balance
and to topple
their opponent’s.
They wrestle endlessly,
forgetting to return
to Michelangelo’s
ceiling.

sumo wrestling

sumo wrestling
corpulent men wearing diapers
what kind of people watch this?
I stare as one gets flopped with his enormous legs in the air
Showing more than I ever wanted to see

Bag of Spiders

Bag of spiders, I scream in awe to see!
My best collection from that pigeon pea tree
All yellow brown crawlers, they’re tiny
So cute when they hug and push their friends or enemy
Do you think they also have crab’s mentality?

My brother and I love playing spiders
On stick, they fight like sumo wrestlers
Whoever wins a spider derby will be a free homeworker
And a loser will be a certified whole week dishwasher
Do you want to join in my favorite sport with my brother?

The Deadly Art

I should like to try
the deadly art of bow and arrow shooting.
Not with a high-tech hunting bow
but with the sort of 'b & a' you might purchase at Walmart,
a yellow and red one with a rubber sucker
on the arrow tip.

I would shoot at a flying hummingbird
while riding a unicycle blindfolded.

Firstly though I would have to become a
black-belt Zen master the size of a sumo wrestler.
Secondly, but really firstly, I must write a poem
about the deadly but graceful art of bow and arrow shooting

which I think I have now accomplished perfectly.

Cold

11/18/22

Heart is
Cold like the Arctic
They bark quick
Gosh darn this
You wanted to start it
Now you're wrapped up in carpet

Walking barefoot across hot coals
Soul cold like the North Pole
A bunch of trolls
Full of the same ole'
Moving on nearby gulls
Continually I cull
The proof is null
With or without me having to mull

Much unknown like Pluto
These fools don't
Have a chance even in a duo
Softer than proscuitto
Focused on too much that is pesudo
From here to way beyond Juneau
Onto something bigger than Sumo

The masses flock onto the next trend
Leading down to a dead end
The message clear even written in red pen
My help often asked for not always extended
As they vented
So easily people are offended

Falsely or accurately reported journalism
Many fast to form opinions
It all was up to the courts decision
 I made yet another step closer toward wisdom

My Ex Changed Her Sex

She was a strong women,
she could bench press 200 Ibs.
We drifted apart
I heard she got into female sumo wrestling,
that should have been a red flag.
We still corresponded on Facebook.

When she changed her name to Butch,
and her preferred pro-noun to Z.
I thought it may have been just me
she was pranking.

Then one night we met by chance
in the same pub.
Tats, nose bolt and red crew-cut,
her I mean, not I.

All hell broke loose
when a tough looking drunk
wolf whistled her.

Fists flew, bloody mayhem erupted.
The guy has since transgendered -

They are now dating.

My Ex Changed Her Sex

I liked her; she was a strong women,
she could bench press 200 Ibs.
We drifted apart
I heard she  got into female sumo wrestling,
I guess that should have been a red flag.
We still corresponded on Facebook.

When she changed her name to Butch
and her preferred pro-noun to Z,
I thought it may have been just me
she was pranking.

Then one night we met by chance
In the same pub.
Tats, nose bolt and red crew-cut,
her I, mean not I.

All hell broke loose
when a tough looking drunk 
wolf whistled her.
Fists flew and bloody mayhem erupted.
The guy has since transgendered -
he’s now a right pussy
and their dating.

You Know How the Phrase Bah Humbug Associated With Ebenezer Scrooge

is only said twice in the whole book
Why does Mr Sneeze have no arms?
A quarter of all your bones are in the foot
how many body parts only have 3 letters
what harm in being a legend
a rainbow that happens at night is called a moon bow
Sumo wrestlers make babies cry for good luck
Did you know you could swim through a blue whales veins
crying doesn't make me feel happier
the present only lasts 200 milliseconds
A truel is a duel between 3 people
-- ---.-..... / -.-. --- -... is morse code for morse code.
Here is 2 shovels take your pick

To See If She Is a She

street thug pointed a knife and said, “show me your breast”!
sumo wrestler slapped him and said “ get an eye test”!

Couplet written 16/11/2021
12 lines each line
L Milton Hankins sponsored
Your Funniest Couplet contest

Red Dreads

kinky colored coils
sumo wrestled afro comb
red baby dreadlocks

Sumo's Soft Landing

The ski jump was over ninety foot high
A Sumo wrestler thought he'd like to try
Ski's didn't fit right
Both came off in flight
And he landed on some folks passing by.



Written on 30th December 2020.

Winter Snow or Ice Limerick Contest.

Sponsored by Tania Kitchin.

10.10.5.5.10.  syllable count.

Poetry Is

Poetry is a sumo wrestler in honey 
throwing chickens into the mouth of a tornado
Poetry is a magic pen that slams words down hard onto a page, 
Intriguing a mind
Who has no idea from whence she came 
Poetry is an entity with a mind of its own, 
playing with faeries and gargoyles.
Poetry is my pirate queen

Trying For Attention

Practically serious I said something weird.
No one noticed in this family so I put on my sumo wrestling diaper.
One grandchild began to laugh; the other nine rolled their eyes.
They had seen this before.  

Who wants to have a pancake eating contest? I asked.
They started yelling “with corn, with whipped cream, with tacos.”
Pancakes with tacos? I took a good look at this grandson.
He was more like his grandma than I thought.

Sure I said. Why not?  We scooted the pigs out of the kitchen
And began stirring up batter; from scratch, not a box.
My daughter tossed pickle relish and horse radish sauce on the table.
“The one who eats the worst tasting pancake wins a night with the pigs.”

I was careful to act too prissy to eat the horseradish-mountain-oyster pancake.
I had won a night with the pigs before, and they always took all the covers.
If you could sleep through the gas they passed, you might survive ‘til morning.
Want any help? My bossy co-work Yolana asked. Sure, I said 
Eat that vapor cream, gasoline pancake.”

If a Tortoise, If a Turtle

Dedicated to my favourite poet - Shelley

If a tortoise, if a turtle
You are never going to hurtle
Witness how your limbs are placed
Splayed east to west, all carapaced
what if some meat-eating moron,
Jonesing for a snack to gnaw on,
sees you sumo-stepping by
thinks "Hey look - a fresh meat pie"?
Running will beget disaster
You beat a hare so now you're faster?
You let your tasty bits protrude
and pretty soon they're getting chewed
No! Stop to suck your vitals in,
and hope he likes his toothy grin
Cause it's going to get busted
your gooey filling's well encrusted

Poetry Contests Are Silly

Poetry contests.   How ridiculous. Silly even. It is like comparing:
dogs with underarms,
underarms with toothbrushes,
toothbrushes with giraffes,
giraffes with garden parties,
garden parties with throw pillows,
throw pillows with coffee cups,
coffee cups with light switches,
light switches with spitballs,
spitballs with cinnamon buns,
cinnamon buns with alligators,
alligators with rubies,
rubies with motorcycles,
motorcycles with sumo wrestlers,
sumo wrestlers with bubble gum,
bubble gum with swimming pools,
swimming pools with rabid skunks,
rabid skunks with toothaches,
toothaches with garter belts,
garter belts with police officers,
police officers with dinosaurs,
dinosaurs with sauce pans,
sauce pans with an art show,
an art show with a pumpkin pie,
a pumpkin pie with a speedboat,
a speed boat with a stepmother,
a stepmother with another step mother.

Poetry contests are silly.

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