Uppercut Poems

Misses MadHatter

Drag blade into coliseum gates red,
crimson armor and black carbon metal,
adore my frame as a scarlet knight bred.
Toothy grin, Cheshire eyes, test thy mettle.

Burst petals onyx
Shockwave from footfall rumbles
It’s a massacre

Titan comes through the open maw, eyes glow,
grip tightening on handle, breaths calm down.
Stand before a giant cape, outstretched flow,
smirk plays a curl on my lips, blade in ground.

Juke and roll from axe
Uppercut zenith severs
All fall with droplet

Welcome dear rodents to my ascension…

A Bad Man

The young man was tough
and got his job done.
A heavyweight Champ
at just twenty some.
Most of those men
who gave it a run.
Were flat on the canvas
from a right uppercut.
Iron Mike was a Bad Man
and tough as they come.
A World Champion,
He, Retains the only one.

World Beater

The earth quakes with fear.
It sweats brooks.

My face is made of stone.
One look and you turn to stone.
The fire in my eyes burns forests down.

My kicks are quick as lightning.
I punch like rain; you can't avoid me.
My fists are made of iron.
I don't wait until they get hot to strike.

I break new ground as if it were a nose.
It crunches against my knuckles.

I uppercut deep. Lava gushes on impact.
The earth revolves around me before lying in mire.

It was me against the world.
Now I'm a world beater.

Boxer

BOXER

The late October day
marked the last of the tragic
encounters framed by the ropes
he preferred to the streets where a 
journeyman boxer needs more than
taped hands for the troubles he sees

There had been no title shot, no top
ten ranking, just fifteen years of blows
to the body, to the head, to the soul - 
volcanic eruptions, fissures and 
earthquakes, myriad tremors in the
plate tectonics of the fist-pummeled
brain 
He needed sixty more seconds of glaring
bright lights and a bored, bloody crowd
in a small-time arena in a town far away

Sensing his moment, he slipped to the
right, flicked two stinging jabs, bobbing
and weaving, then three quick strikes and
a pivot to the left that put him flat on his
feet for a violent combination with a 
killing uppercut that soothed the roar in
his head, reduced the blur in his vision,
sent the menacing shadow to the canvas
for the count then left him out on the
sidewalks working, breathing hard,
dancing and pivoting like a big circus
bear, punching the air on a cold
afternoon before wary passing 
strangers who tried not to notice,
in a town far away!

Strange Marriage

On my wedding day
I exaggerated...
in place of waltz
a l played Rock music
in place of greeting
I gave in my rival 
an "uppercut" ...
Rather than
come softly
I came from "approach",
in place of one
ballad, I attacked of Rilke,
rather than verse,
I grabbed a Goethe ...

Rather than
light whisper, i
came from Barry White,
in lieu of apple juice
I served a "blood Mary"

In place of taking her
to the church,
I left her... I went to
a night out ..!
after all what
 happened...?  only God knows...!

The Unique Uppercuts-

the unique uppercuts usually are the uppercut uncomfortably unfurls union

8/16/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©

Friends Come, Friends Go

Friends come, friends go: This Earth is so
Some I make, Death must take -- I know
Acquaintances are many, but
Perhaps the most unkindest cut
Is one that happened long ago

George was the best friend that I'd had
Until he went and made me mad
He stole my girl, and did he strut!
Friends come, friends go

When I found out, I yearned to go
And punch George out, from head to toe
I'd hit him hard right in his gut
Then to his jaw an uppercut
Oh, my. Would I put on a show!
Friends come, friends go

Showdown

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!

Life

Oh yeah I tried...
Pulling it down,
It was a slip.
I stood up and
Tried dragging it down
But is was a flaw.

I man(ed) up,
Faced it, tried
Giving it a punch,
But it was a miss.
Uppercut,
Yet a miss again.

I thought life
Was all about dragging
Or maybe punching it,
But no no no..,
It owes us nothing!
It is like a sardine,
Reflecting on 
Every move we do.
Of course a "baby Jake".

But this time 
has to be different.
It brings me joy knowing
All its next Moves.
The way I am gonna trick it,
Put the smile on my face

Oh yeah I've learned it
And I'm gonna live it!
Just fair and Wild

Potholes

11/22/16


Got to get that cheese pronto

Those that talked guano

Got hit with an uppercut combo

mano a mano


I had a dog named Bronco

And landlords named Helga and Poncho


Knew this lady that lived in a condo

And worked at Costco


Cargo

Being shipped worldwide, even garbanzo



Jane and John Doe

Still trying to win the lotto



Roads smooth or full of potholes



Article after article on Monsanto

Business and vacation trips to Cabo

Valuable art pieces done by Picasso

He wanted a Gallardo and she wanted a Murcielago


Beauty can be seen from Lake Tahoe to way beyond Morocco

Regardless of it is or is not in a grotto

I like a lot of music from the DMV and Chicago

Songs made with many instruments such as the bongo

On any fish, beef or chicken taco

I'll stack toppings like cheese, tomato, sour cream and avocado

Girl didn't know how to cook anything including nachos


She called me el diablo

But never el chapo


At the end of this they're going to hate, or congratulate and say bravo

By: Dalton Ogletree

Leads With Her Right

Old mean widow lady of ninety-two

lives by herself with nothing else to do

Hunkers in her chair next to the window

stares out for hours with dreams of her bingo


She is labeled mentally unstable

Plays solitary on the end table

Fusses forever and telling tall tales

no telling if she’s left out small details



Seasons have come and gone with the flowers,

grass and trees changing colors with showers

She's run off all her family and friends

finding upsetting fault that never ends


With lawless behavior if you resist,

she gets riled up,  lifts up her clenched right fist

lands an uppercut to the mug she’s kissed

With a burning twist she has never missed



You would want to stay out of her crosshairs

A small pearl handle pistol she will dare

Out of her leather purse it will appear

Create trouble; it might be all you’ll hear


6/23/2016

blunt mother in-laws
talks and talks and talks and talks
gets under my skin



True story

He Lay Down Defeated By Lover

He was tough, he’d been raised to be big, fit and strong, 
To hide any hurt, pain or fear.
He’d prepared for this fight, bottling his feelings, 
Living an unemotional atmosphere. 

Then the time had arrived, a fight till the end,
He had to win this fight at any price.
His opponent knocked on his door, ready to take him on,
By casually rolling the dice.

He swung to the left and glanced to the right, 
Then an uppercut straight to the chin.
Then he kicked like a soldier, a seasoned marine,
And he thought he was going to win.

But his opponent was smart, and took all of his rage,
Took it with one boxing glove.
His opponent she won, so he lay down defeated,
Defeated by that emotion called love.

Ain'T An Ornery Yahoo - Colloquialisms

Ain't  An Ornery Yahoo
 
Old widow lady of ninety-two
Lives by herself with nothing else to do
Except sit in her chair next to the window 
And stare out for hours with dreams of her past woe

I reckon she ain't ornery yahoo
With a few bricks short of a load
 Doing nothing but fuss and talk for ever and tells tall tales
Ain't no telling of those tall tales are true

Whaddya think?

She sits in her chair next to the window
 And stares out for hours with dreams of her past woe
Seasons have come and gone with the flowers,
 Grass and trees changing colors

She's ran off all her children, family, and friends
 Doing nothing but fuss and talk for ever and tells tall tales

With a ruckus if you don't agree and resist
She gets riled up lifts up her clenched dukes and
 Lands an uppercut to the mug she’s kissed

Whaddya think?

Y’all want to stay out of her crosshairs if ya can’t resist
Cause y’all open a can of worms if you persist
 She carries a small pearl handle chrome plated
 Stup nose 22 pistol in her purse


© 7/22/2015


Contest Name: Colloquialisms
 Sponsor: Laura Leiser

Damn Kangaroo

Damn kangaroo stole my hat 
As I was beating him, with a baseball bat, 
Will it ever end? The thief never stops 
He got up and kicked me in the chops. 

I pulled on his ears 
Brought him to tears, 
He kicked me in the face 
I felt a little disgraced. 

I gave him an uppercut 
Knocked him down, I did the strut, 
When I wasn't looking 
He stole my homemade cooking. 

I grabbed the cast iron frying pan 
But I must admit, it wasn't a good plan, 
He dinged me over the head 
With the baseball bat instead. 

That damn kangaroo 
Escaped from the zoo, 
Snuck up right behind me 
Doesn't he think he's all high and mighty. 

Copyright © Cynthia Jones 
July.22/2005 
Damn kangaroo. I'll be getting him back one of these days.

Classics

A moment never fades or is far behind. 
An ex of yesterdays playback in reverse.  
When the feelings hit, they'll knock you down. 
You allow it and take the fall. 
Relentless jabs of the past followed by an uppercut of a sealed memory. 
The final blow strikes the chest, enough for the concussion of the heart to take its course. 
A vulnerable period of reliving events from beginning to end.  
Details of your highs and lows penetrate beyond others comprehension. 
Good times filter through like morphine to ease the pain, 
smile the best is yet to come swiftly and surely. 
Cause in the end-
After this round against the eternal opponent called life; 
she'll continue those classic hits. 
Just roll with the punches from experience.

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