Wrestle Poems

Incessant Wrestle

So the heart murmurs and the kidneys fail, 
The lungs draw wheezing breath as tedious chore, 
The joints in every limb - feeble and frail, 
The mind doesn’t remember anymore…

Yet somehow, something, somewhere out of sight, 
Is full of joyous, everlasting light. 
Now it is time to call a spade a spade 
With the last

Que Sera

Human insecurity
The cradle
Of ignorance
Through to
Obscurity.'

Having Bathed

Having bathed, we wait 
until the sun has fled the sky,
Before we dry and dress 
to take the street.
With one last blush of light 
upon the twilight wind,
we fade into the darkness of the trees.
our path is like a wire we must walk, 
like artists stepping cautiously along
nothing sure except that, finally, 
we will meld

Wrestle With a Problem For Long

Wrestle with a problem for long,
And your stay on the ground will be long.

Wrestle with a problem for long,
And the way up, will seem long.

Wrestle with a problem for long,
And your life will be short not long.

Wrestle With Me

Wrestle with me; the small voice weighs
as does your brother when he prays.
There's much so wrong, but also right
I can council if you invite;
Shepherd your tenet when it strays.

Don't live in atavistic daze;
closed minds the playground where He preys.
Surrender not, put up a fight;
wrestle with me.

You love your pleasure, languid ways;
that sort of life, it

His Tender Care Shall Bloom

Monday comes and my thoughts turn to fleeting things;
I wrestle to run from it
yet I lean on and on.
chasing the wind that brings soul resting
was far too gone.

I know I needed the things that last forever;
Not the ways of the wicket
Nor the likes of the onlookers.
Nosing around where I shouldn't be
Noting down excretion that daunt

We Wrestle Bears

Now are all of you poets listening out there
Us Canadians are hearty, we wrestle bears
Not recommended for sure
Myth says their eyesight is poor
Us humans, they've eaten more than their share

We Wrestle Bears

Now are all ye poets listening up here
Us Canadians are hearty, we wrestle bears
Not recommended for sure
Myth says their eyesight is poor
But they've eaten more humans than their share

Binky and Danker Dunker Dew

"CROCK" DOSSENBERG McHENRY
                                 WITH " SATAN'S WHISPER" BAMM DANGLES
              

Wrestle Your Dreams, the Ones You Most Cherish

Wrestle Your Dreams, The Ones You Most Cherish

Fear what more, love lost or imminent death
life, its beauty extinguished, in last breath.
Hold this thought, that life exists to live on
and it has no more worth, once we are gone!
Just as rainbows can not be bought or sold
living dances better young, than when old.

Love not life too

Wrestle With the Truth

Why do I wrestle with the truth
Think it over again and again
Mull it through each little piece
Was it right my part
Or were there things I could have done
Who knows now it’s ended
Let it go and don’t think again
Oh, if it were that simple.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Wrestle It Back

Wrestle it back you need not fear
Even if you will shed a tear
It is hard to take at the time
When things don’t look to rhyme

Each step up a mountain you take
Is just one step at a time you partake
The fear you felt is a natural thing
To deal with once the bell will ring.

© Paul Warren

Angel and a Devil Is With What I Wrestle

10/17/16


Back to the fundamentals
It's been happening worldwide, continental

Wilted leaves and healthy flower petals
Amid Large boulders or tiny pebbles
Among soft to hard metals

The rain at times may be gentle or torrential

Call it quintessential
Way before fishing vessels
Or the use of any mortar and pestle
Since the dawn of time, it's been rather elemental
Regarding anything existential
Some things were on

We Wrestle Bears

Now are all of you Soupers listening out there
Us Canadians are damn hearty, we wrestle bears
Not recommended for sure
Myth says their eyesight is poor
Not true! They've eaten more of us guys than their share


© Jack Ellison 2015

Wrestle

In the ring alone, 
Gloveless and silent
The competitor walks down
Challenge in his eyes

Is that what he wants
Who is better, who's stronger
It is my ring now,
I'm in the centre

Yet putting on his gloves
He steals the middle
Interrupting my silence,
My gloveless moment

And I just stand firm
I will not give in
Blow me, black me out,
I will still remain gloveless

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