"sparred" poems
Once upon a time
A beautiful sublime,
A girl like a prime
For love,made a crime.
She slowly took the love
Freed it like a dove
From her heart to above
And ruled it like a gov.
But as the time passed by
Her love flew towards sky
With a true flame by his side
Leaving down the coward sly.
A sadly,truly,deeply sorry
Felt this little girl named Laurie
But she takes the gun and chary,
The dearness killed,in silence bury.
She hid her right in his backyard
For Laurie,she a mistress has starred
But she shouldn't being sparred
By the girl with murderer regard.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
The strangers sat
before the king,
their lips were flat
and eyes were ringed.
It was smoky in that
enormous room,
the vapors and gases
being ornaments hanging in the air.
"For what purpose were you there?"
asked the savage king,
whose eyes were darkly burning
in a face deeply sinking
in on itself.
With feathers in his hair
and paint dried on his skin,
he floated in the air
far above his kin.
Cortes knew the power
hidden deep within this man,
though alien in the hour
of this,
a continent's last stand.
With hands as white as snow
so deft so quick so sly
the contract was unknown
to that great man in the sky.
"To see and meet and greet you,
O' great man of this
strange
and foreign land."
Their eyes had locked in place,
two triggers pulled back taut,
waiting to erase
what the other sought.
Be it gold or riches or
love or power or fame or
ivory coated witches
that were taught no shame,
the two titans did not know
the immensity of the moment,
the branching of the seed
from the future calmly planted.
The trees now grow so far
they cover up the room
where two great conquerors once sparred
while destruction darkly loomed.
A storm gathered on the horizon,
thundering like drums,
winds strong like poison
greed as fast as guns.
They say the smoke still lingers
in all the old, pervasive places,
and that the forest still has fingers
in all the empty spaces.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 1:54 AM UTC
His pressure was mounting
along with his weight.
He got into training
a little bit late.
In the grey light of morning
He'd be seen on the street.
sweating it out
on sneaker clad feet.
He sparred with his partners.
with few in the stands.
Then pummel the light bag
with lightening fast hands.
The fight date was approaching
and no one in the State
gave him much of a chance
of escaping his fate.
The champ was unbeaten.
He ground his foes down.
They'd be down, looking up
at the Champ looking down.
How then to cope
with an unbeatable foe?
This cup would not pass
even if he wished it so.
He was not getting younger,
This was his last shot.
Would he be one more challenger
that history forgot?
He was no timid soul,
avoiding the chance.
He'd go down swinging.
No regrets, he would dance.
He stepped into the ring
and they stood toe to toe
They touched gloved hands together
When the bell rings, you go.
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
I hold back
in everything I do
when I go to hit a ball,
I have a nasty habit of slowing myself down mid swing
and my driver send the ball
half as far as I could have before.
When I speak,
my voice does somersaults
and keels from high pitched to husky, low
but it's annoying
so I do my best to keep level and
not express how I should
but even that is annoying
because it doesn't sound natural.
When I argue my views I don't say the real point
I don't defend them all the way
I am too afraid of my arrogance
for I can be so full of myself
and level people
telling them the truth and
flattening friendships
but I only want friendships with the people who upset me
and they do not want to see who I am
I covet them out of pride
so should I not crush them?
Favor my idealism over my greed?
But no.
I hold myself back.
Is it out of mercy?
Cowardice?
I would like to think mercy
for I know my own strength very well.
The last time I sparred with my beau in earnest
(out of training, certainly not wrath
never wrath)
I broke through his block with two punches
and gave him a ****** lip,
a black eye
the guilt that grabbed me was
empowered by the power I felt
the black-belt struck down by the meager street boxer
It was something I had not felt in so long
a clear cut victory
But before my joy made it to my face
I noticed the blood dripping down his
and that joy became a mark of my evil
as I patched his wounds
Never had I wanted to hurt him,
never really
he was just training me
and I knew no restraint
Restraint
It would have been mercy and cowardice
for how could I ever live to feel that terrible guilt again?
I do not want to annoy anyone
not do I feel it right to hurt them
but mercy
that is the term that gods use
and I am as much a god as I am a demon
so perhaps it was cowardice
perhaps
it was some of both
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
I had held myself as a greater man,
A soldier aloof from the whims of life.
The only things I cared for were the gladius in my hand
The screams of my enemies
As their blood dripped from my blade
And they lay clawing at my feet.
I went ******* with the boys
Played with them games of dice
Laughed at their jokes.
It was all lip service.
I did not care for their ways,
The ways of lesser men.
I was a soldier whose only lust was for blood.
I was better.
The new recruits came
With their beardless faces.
They huddled together for comfort,
Some cried to their mothers
Others prayed.
Those simpering wrecks were of no interest
Except for one
Erasmos.
With the stature of a god
The confidence of a titan
He stood amongst his peers
As a man stands amongst children.
It was not long until we sparred.
As good soldiers there was no need for words.
We both knew what was obvious
What was as certain as life and death
We were brothers in arms
Of the same breed
We were as one.
The fight came.
Outnumbered ten to one
We fought
Until blood soaked our faces
Our enemies and our own
Until crimson flooded our eyes
Our noses
Our mouths.
Before night fell we were the only two left
Alone in a field full of ravenous beasts
Of coprses waiting for the crows
Left to rot in some far flung land.
Their gaping snouts salivated
Waiting for the chance to sink their blades into our flesh.
A new emotion filled my veins.
I was no longer fighting for myself
To satisfy my lust for death
But for my kin standing next to me
The god made flesh
It was as we stood back to back
As I felt him stand firm against Fortuna’s whims
That I knew I was finally what I claimed to be
For Erasmos
My love
Has made me a greater man.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
Go.
But make no mistake.
Leave behind no ****
You have been lingering here
For far to long.
Your presence
Is a permanent scar in my mind.
You caused me pain once
Now I just want you gone.
And the blood I sparred is lost
But I will heal
Once you leave.
Make no mistake.
You might return.
If you lose the blades
That have split my heart.
Left me
Drained of
Me.
Filled with
You.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 8:17 PM UTC
And so I proceed moving on
To napkin 3 a number
Sparred from my mindless
Ranting and instead allowed
To sing the beauty
Of your creation you hold
The guitar in your hands
No
Not the words that escape from your lips but
The way I feel your voice project
Underlying messages that
Move like a mountain range
Crashing into me?
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
Those four souls bright, they cantered forth
They came, they shook the land
They took their guns, and fired north
And seized death’s toll in hand
They wielded blades, they sparred away
With foes on silent shore
And it was but one gruesome day
That left them there, those four
To look upon with guises, grave
Their swords, with blood, hued red
“Why must we be but so deprave
To leave our foes in darkness dead
They’re just the same as just are we
With children that miss they
And every night, in misery
They yearn to live a day
Why must we be the ones of sin
Why must we shed in gore
Why must we come, immoral, win
We’re not to fight e’ermore
We don’t care if you sentence us
We’re not going to ****
Killing is moral’s bitter loss
For G-d and human will'
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
Blowing winds throughout the streets
Tweets that were nothing sweet
The moon becoming black within its own mist
The earth was turning as a revolting twist
Eerie voices at the stroke of midnight
Blood thirsting sip
Screams upon screams
The creed being the dead shall rise
Movement will be beyond anyone’s surprise
Fright within your tears
Your body shaking within its fears
Thunder shall roar
The living existence will become no more
No investigations to explore
The unrest rising from their tombs
The night to stork and an everlasting doom
The prancing bout in the moment of soon
The dead reliving in a rise in the occasion
The living fighting to live has become a strong indication
Do you have the armor to survive?
Are you the chosen one that will still be alive?
Run for your life
Don’t bother to think twice
It’s precision sharp as a tack
But don’t look back
No life sparred that can compare
I give you caution in your steps of beware
A moment alone we all share
Good night and sleep tight as your survive, but in the your presence is the vision of the soul of Sir Clive
Laughter could be heard that you won’t be alive
Only the strong shall survive.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
They assured me
the 15 inch blunt
fingerprint- free knife
was wielded
with the stealth element
of surprise
in the midst of a normal
Sunday afternoon
behind a closed office door
he never knew
what happened
just dropped down
and died
my normal world
replaced by
a true life horror tale
my knees
sparred with gravity
while this anvil of sadness
squashed my heart
wobbling legs drove me
mercilessly to his
serene good bye face
on a rolling table
with a sheet
up to
his neck.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
It was a beautiful day as it started
The sun was up as I departed
I went outside and to my surprise
Stood a man in mid-town with gleaming eyes
Like the wind the man just blew into town
With not a name he made no sound
As we all gazed at the man dressed in black
Nobody said a word of respect for his plaque
He opened his mouth, the man finally spoke
“I am here for the blacks” he said standing next to the oak
I did not say a word for I was not
Turned the other cheek and did not a lot
I turned away relieved and went home
With a smile on my face, I was sparred and I wasn’t alone
So I lay in my bed knowing full well
For more than a second on the matter I dare not dwell
I awoke the next morning good as the last
Quickly got on my clothes and went outside fast
Once again to my surprise
The man stood in mid-town with puzzling eyes
We all looked at the man with a deep stare
And asked “why are you back aren’t we the ones you’ve sparred”
“Wasn’t it the blacks that you so heavily eyed?”
“The blacks, oh no, not them,” he replied
“If it wasn’t the blacks than you are here for who?”
To which he replied “none but the Jew”
As he stood next to the wall with a cross to his side
Most were relieved, but several cried
I once again was thankful because I was not
Through the whole ordeal I did, not a lot
As I turned away relieved I went back home
With a smile on my face, I was sparred and I wasn’t alone
So I lay in my bed knowing full well
For more than a second on the matter I didn’t dwell
The Chinese he came for the next day
Standing next to the rails where the bodies decay
So it came with each passing day
He blew into town and took more away
With each passing time I stood there because I was not
From all the misery witnessed, I did not a lot
And every day that I went home
I had a smile on my face because I was sparred and I wasn’t alone
Finally one day that I woke up
The world was bleak all around me, while I sipped from my cup
No one in the streets, not a soul there
I stood all alone in the town square
Then the man in black came once again
“There is no one left, for who are you here to obtain”
“You, my humble servant” the man said
“I am no puppet of yours” I answered with my face turning red
“Ahh but, who has served me more faithfully
Than you with your cowards hope” answered he
“And where are the others that might have stood”
“Side by side in the common good”
“Dead” I said amiably
“Murdered” the man corrected me
“First the blacks and then the Jew
I did no more than you let me do”
“With your denial and your false hope
You’ve reduced mankind to nothing but a joke
Enveloped in your own selfishness and greed
You were blinded to your own misdeed”
As the man in black spoke that’s when I knew
That all of his evil, I let him do
And as I felt death’s sweet kiss
I thought to myself that ignorance is bliss
As the world crumbled all around me and turned to ash and debris
I just let it go by, with a nod and an agree
Submerging myself in a fake world of hope
I too late realized that I was the dope
For a long time I was happy because I was not
Turned away from it all not doing a lot
And now with no one to help me, I realized that I’ve always known
Truly now, I am all alone
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
Once within the cavern,
Roughly hewn and carved,
I saw snow, falling lazy,
And overhead were stars.
They would glow and they would fade
and collide as if they sparred,
making show, and making play,
and then raining down in spark.
When my eyes tracked their way,
I saw a figure standing far.
Underneath the light's display,
it was my love they did bombard.
I ran to her at once,
under snow and starfall.
Though I roared with all my might,
she didn't seem to hear my call.
She faced an opening,
on this chamber's farthest wall,
with such a look upon her face,
as though a spell had her in thrall.
I followed her line of sight,
and froze at once at what I saw.
It was fear that held her rapt,
not magic, not at all.
There were creatures coming in,
and their features made me stall.
I freed my sword at once,
seeing malice in their make.
It seemed they had the skin
of frog, or pig, or snake.
They were sickly in their jaundice,
and a palsy made them shake.
Illness pallor in their tissue,
it was more than I could take.
Yet something in their outfit
pinned my vision with a stake:
The armor of my men
adorned these monsters, no mistake.
Had they killed the lot already,
and taken their breastplates?
How is it snow falls
with these Halflings in this place?
Why do they not attack?
What is that look upon that face?
Is that sadness mixed with terror?
I swallowed my distaste.
From behind me, I heard breath,
drawn in fitful pace.
At my back, my lady gripped,
seeking safety in embrace.
The dwarf before me spoke,
And my heart began to race.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
On a sweltering summer night, we met
Trifling, teasing in a soulful duet,
Amidst the chaotic silent blur,
She could hear my metronomic heartbeat stir,
For her, now and forever.
Her slumber exhalation my love elixir,
Her luxuriant ebony hair my midnight lair,
Her lank collarbone my chin’s night loan,
Her musk, feminine fragrance my own,
All mine, now and forever.
Pillows cast aside and sheets strewed,
Yet nothing lascivious could be construed,
It was a night I didn’t want to come to an end,
For I knew it would be the final night I would spend,
With her, now and forever.
Her morning face more covetable than the night bygone,
As sunlight and I sparred to lay eyes on,
On her, now and forever.
A one night stand incompletely complete.
A one night stand like none before and ever after.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC
All around me were revolving doors, thousands of them, but somehow, she found me. Or maybe I found her. Fire ravaged my soul like indigenous lands but still I trusted god, put my knees in the dirt and asked for a love so strong it could soothe a blaze, stop a war.
I needed love to bathe me in a crepuscular light then send me
giddily running to the moon. I needed a love that had my nose
and eyes and lips. I stood in pools of tears seeing migrant
children be reunited with their parents, cameras cocked and aimed like guns ready to capture the crime scene they created. Colored bodies filled prisons and the earth. They needed love too.
Thank the baby blue heavens for her. She appeared one February amid a terrible time, casually strolled over to me like death to disease-ridden soldiers. The water in the air sparred with the crispness of a fading winter, a doldrum that could only be killed by springtime beauty clashed with my Capricorn/I-can’t-help-that-I-need-to-feel-productiveness, a tyrant fighting any faint sign, plan, idea, microscopic bacteria of progress.
We’ve both cut ourselves open and tasted our own blood. Brown eyes sunken from seeing/feeling/being too much. But this love could be salvation. With every kiss planted and every crevice found, I feel seen. With her, my body is not theirs, not a battleground but sacred land. When she takes me into her mouth like holy communion, I know she’s worth the sacrifice.
We lie together, dark-skinned limbs so intertwined, respiratory systems so in sync we could be one. They demonize us the same anyways. I hear sirens and protests but it’s soft, like hushed turbulence. The sound of her heart beating as fast as mine was louder. Our hands clasped like we were still praying for each other, for the world.
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
I was hiking in the woods
I saw a bear in my presence from where I stood
I couldn’t move if I could
My first instinct was to run
Then I thought I would be out done
But at this point this wasn’t a game of being fun
I didn’t move fast as I didn’t want to confuse the bear
But at the same time I didn’t want the bear to come near
I tried to reason and you better believe with care
Every tense moment was an eye on eye of beware
The bear was hungry and saw I had food
Yet my food was in my bag and I didn’t want to be a fool
Suddenly the bear started to roar
Being in the woods, this was no time to explore
I felt this was a good time to move
There was absolutely nothing for me to prove
I spotted a lake with the bear on my trail
I had a plan and I knew it couldn’t fail
I maneuvered quickly through the lake
It was careful steps in the take
The bear then decided it would hesitate
But I was prepared in anticipate
A situation that could have happened
But my life was sparred
I could breathe in the wood’s fresh air
An encounter being face to face
Quick thinking with no time to waste
I was able to continue with my hike
My experience told me not to create a plight.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Finches started
Bluebirds out chirped the Robins
Sparrows watching the squirrels for a chance at their left overs
The bird and wildlife symphony began
Sparrows sparred with feral cats
Good Morning, Saturday!
C@rainbowchaser2021
Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 10:11 AM UTC