- What's what...?
- Well...
- beauty...
- How was it...?
- all on , TKO...
- Beauty...
AND... ?
- Abc...
- I copied...
- Come to check...
- I'm there...
- It cost...
- It's over...
- Already...
- OK..
- I went...
Decipher me or I'll devour you!
Ding…let the battle begin
Dodging these punches in the middle of the ring
Rocking side to side like I’m stoned from a bottle of gin
I’ve lasted enough rounds to take home this win
Float like a butterfly, like a bee I’m going to sting
Words from the greatest, Muhammad Ali the king
Jab…Hook…Cross…Uppercut, I’m giving everything
My opponent is now scared from the thunder that I bring
He’s weary and to my body tried to cling
I’m going for the gold at the bird nest in Beijing
Pow! TKO from one last swing
Going against me is no plaything
Hooray the crowd started chanting!
How can I poet slam them politrician liars,
let me count the ghetto ways
In the calendar of infinity,
there are how many days?
Forever and a clean smile,
I love doing this dirty job
Putting snake eyes down for the count
gives me spiritual rise ...
make me wanna eagle mount
Politricians ain’t gonna tell you the truth —
why should they,
they get paid by the filthy lucre dime
Farted out serpentine suits and blood splat boots,
cheap designer lies is a moral fashionista crime
Strip away the fancy honorifics,
empty titles that don’t carry no righteous weight
Politricians ain’t nothing but two-faced whores
looking for another voter sin paid date,
to put a five finger pinch on the tax collection plate
How can I poet slam dim politrician liars,
let me count the True Light wattage ways
In the cosmic year of supernova,
the Second Coming is the end of the last demonic days
Down for the count,
the wicked forever unable to rise
Dropped by a straight right cross TKO,
defeated by a crucifixion surprise
Truth hit 'em in the ears,
blow by blow
A hard right cross to the temple
had the lying snot flying out the nose
It was hard-hitting truth
that gave 'em the bloody eye
Sent 'em reeling to the mat
for the TKO bye-bye
Lying prone on the canvas,
the count is coming in ...
seems this fight is over fairly quick
Undisputed truth wins again
Wife Lands TKO -Than-Bauk
Wife hits the man
Fry pan lands flush
He stands sleepy
I'm a Prizefighter and my name is Little Mac.
When I fight my opponents, they end up on their backs.
I defeat all of my opponents even though they're twice as tall as me.
I have to jump when I punch their faces and I drive them to their knees.
It only took one punch to knock out Glass Joe.
When I fought Super Macho Man, I won by TKO.
I punched Bald Bull in the stomach when he began to charge.
He shook the whole ring when he fell because he's so large.
As I punched King Hippo in the stomach, his trunks kept falling down.
I only had to knock him down once to beat him, he couldn't last one round.
MR. Sandman was tough and he thought he could put me to sleep.
But I gave that moron such a beating that he started to weep.
When I fought Mike Tyson, I knocked him out and I whipped him before Buster Douglas did.
Tyson was so embarrassed because I was only seventeen years old, he was beaten by a kid.
(This poem is based on the popular 1987 video game.)
When the sheeple stay away
The black sheep throw one hell
of a party;
Knocking down walls with rock n roll,
Sending a rhythm down the block
calling the Rebels with their soul;
TKO on the ground;
What's the soundtrack to the fight?
Anarchy dances through the night,
Everything blurs with the sunrise.
Heat my heart I hear a hero
this soul soothed, stilled, and silenced
golden, growth, gave me a guru
within, wild, waiting to whisper
I inclined, initiate impossible
imagine infinite isn't so infamous
IMHO SMH serves no justice
TKO LOL no need omega
delighted to deliver dharmic direction
self-appointed steward of selfless
practiced not perfect, positive portions
critical for compassionate connections
we, world, will win, with unity
culture continues to counter crosses
mediated meeting my middles merciful
If you think you know then answers pass by
not one mind built this vision
landmine lands filled with landfills
minus minding multiple menaces
covet care cause its a rare case
corporate ladder, or conscious staircase
choices chastised, for coursing courageous
caring contagious, counting on cowards
evils aired aren't left faceless
sights for sure are sore from wayside
be the change to see a day is seized
stay cold-hearted and this place will freeze
I see you in my dreams, what does it al mean?Since it didnt workout the first time around, i dream of me and you so true,Im found. The first time I laid eys on you,O saw a love I never knew. i was worn and torn in my world. I was so lost but now Im found. my love belongs to you so be it,forever true. I dont really have a choice, its choose my love and win this thing again. Or count up the cost of losing. Its just like a dream,pick right or lose me.Its like a T.K.O.,but Im taking you back and now you know.Its a dream,it all seems.Its the kind of love where fear is gone.This time Im not left alone,Im found. Let me testify to the truth .Sometmes you win sometimes you lose.Especially whenI make the rules.I dont want a dream that wont come true.All I ever need was you. I lift my voice and Praise my God,hes given me back the love I lost,Im found. A love like yours I never knew,made my dreams come true,Im found. So ill raise my hands and Praise my God,he has given me love,I never knew,Im found
Madison's poetry replays in my head, and she said, "Tag, you're it!"
My poetic wings will spread, so I'll be the pilot and she can sit in the cockpit!
With my wordplay, I'm taking her up, up, and away!
I want to be one with her DNA, and together she'll forever be my protege...
Let me show you my dear MS. Poe what has inspired the push of my pen.
My poetry is a love TKO, and my words will meld with you, skin to skin!
If I climb inside your brilliant mind, can I take a swim?
A rare jewel is hard to find, and our hearts are a synonym....
Ok let me look through your pretty brown eyes; but tell me what I will see?
I'll just use my creativity, and fantasize, giving you universal poetry!
Yes, do show me, 'the god's amongst men,' for I am king of all kings.
I'll make love to your mind with pad and pen, and comfort your skin with angelic wings!
You called "check," and said it was my move.
Here's a poetic hicky to your neck, and I pray you don't disapprove!
Physically your beauty, from one through ten, is eleven!
Yes momi you're a cutie, so ignore those other men, and I'll show you heaven!
*Re-tag you're it Madison!
I could hear my heart
I could barely see
Didn’t know my part
Hazy memory
Finches in the bush
Flashes of light
Flock of macaw
Gaining eye sight
Molten lava
Sparkling
Soda pop
Fogged window
Relaxed
Vibrant
Ouch
By Robb A. Kopp
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