by Jagdish Bajantri |
Categories:
adventure, boxing day , courage,
Moral Vs Dream
Family cry for Penny
My dream cry for achievemnt
Family cry for rid off from responsibility
My responsibility cry for work
Family believe live like bunch of
Bananas
My bunch of basket is with love
Family thing about fake values
My values fake for my dream
Family never ever give a trusted
words but fill my pain with their show off
My show off is to cry for death
What you think who will win......
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
by Jan Allison |
Categories:
humorous, husband, i love you, mother son, wisdom, boxing day,
The time has come for me to say goodbye forever
I am not brilliant at expressing my emotions
But in the words of ‘Sealion Dion’ ….
‘I will always love you’
If you check in the filing cabinet
You will find my portfolio of shares
I have kept the Woolworth's certificate it may be valuable
They may resurface one day ….
That’s the wonder of Woolies!
If you ever need a new sofa…. don’t forget these immortal words
The DFS Half Price Sale starts at 10am on Boxing Day!
Contest:- My Parting Gifts
Sponsor:- Viv Wigley
02~06~16
by Don Johnson |
Categories:
adventure, me, me, boxing day,
Pink Clouds
Great fluffy clouds of pink and light blue,
Came in to my dream, no words but I knew,
The angels had come to see me again,
Part girl and part boy, androgenous men,
Seeing both sides, of any view.
In fluffy like clouds,
with the sun shining through,
Old friends from beginning of time,
That I knew,
had been in the earth,
Till their service was done,
Feathers due,
perhaps they’d leave me one,
boxing day 2012 with my mind askew,
love conquers all, just between me n you.
Don Johnson
by Alon Calinao Dy |
Categories:
inspirational
Rise, Manny, rise!
Be proud and be brave.
You're still my boxing hero,
A pride to every Filipino.
Rise, Manny, rise!
Hold your head high.
The world is talking about you,
No wonder people still love you.
Rise, Manny, rise!
Make another fight if you want.
But please, be careful next time.
Don't let a lucky punch knocks you out.
Rise, Manny, rise!
Those fools can say whatever...
And in this battle of life,
"Never Say Never."
Rise again, Manny!
by Dennis Davis |
Categories:
i love you, joy, love, success,
things I know I’ll never do
I’ll never ride the winning horse in the Kentucky Derby
I’ll never throw a winning touchdown
I’ll never swim the fastest race
but I’ll always love you
I’ll never win a boxing match
I’ll never dunk a basketball to win the game
I’ll never run the fastest mile
but I’ll always love you
I’ll never be a great baseball player
I’ll never score the winning goal
I’ll never ski a downhill race
but I’ll always love you
even though those things I’ll never do
I’ll always love you
I’ve achieved so much more in my life
no one else can say you are their wife
I am the winner of my life
by Don Johnson |
Categories:
adventure, boxing day,
Santa Claus aint no has been,
until ole boxing day,
love your poetry its a dream,
keep em coming Mystic, hey
xox....Don
{MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS{
thank you Mystic Rose
by Jimmi Canada |
Categories:
black love, blessing, blue, boat, books, boxing day , boy, miss you, moon, nonsense, paradise, religion, voyage, word play,
Errant steals,
like globular e-mocking,
stark Jabs in test,
wave's of sustainment globally casting flesh aside,
wantoness stops as
tubular horns row them all away...
Nickled as jells in the jangles,
wobbie in a talk in a mangle-
flippin' at it's angle',
crunch crockie crangle,
the bottle on a walk,
like a Laker in a stock.
by Jean Murray |
Categories:
appreciation, blessing, family,
Christmas morn
when they were small,
we were up before the
crack of dawn.
Here I sit on Boxing day.
Mid morning, alone.
My sleepy heads
have still not shown.
Stove lit, heating on.
Like a shepherd waiting
for a lamb to be born.
Only mine are adults now.
Such peaceful time to reflect
Damaged lives have been reset.
I never believed our hearts
would heal as well as this.
We are closer even than before
Daddy was shown the door.
Who needs Santa
when love intervenes?
by Yuhi Musinga |
Categories:
baby, beach, beautiful, beauty, betrayal, birthday, boxing day ,
I am sorry for the agony I caused you,
I feel so wicked.
I'm sorry,
I'm not perfect and I make mistakes.
Please forgive me.
I took it all for granted,
I'm sorry to say.
I'm sorry but I adore you,
I'm sorry if I miss you.
I'm sorry I can't be that perfect man
You’ve always dreamed of.
I'm sorry for bothering you.
I just wanted to tell you...
I'm sorry for the pain I caused you.
I'm sorry.
Please forgive me
For all the wrong I've done.
Please come back home my love.
I know you have no trust in me,
I'm sorry to let you down.
I wish I could be what you want,
But I can't and I’m sorry.
by Robert Andrew Lyle |
Categories:
childhood, family, mother, mum,
Dear Mum I wish I had known you
As a person not as Mum
That I had asked you questions
Like what you did for fun
Or found out about your childhood
What your home was really like
Did you walk to school each day Mum?
Or did you have a bike
Did you search amongst the hedgerows?
Looking at the young birds there
Glancing over grassy fields
To see the boxing Hares
Did you have a love for nature?
That your whole being did excite
Watching green frogs in the daytime
Owls and crickets in the night
It must have come from somewhere
This great love that I have got
For the world around me
Whether it was you Mum or not
I miss you Mum
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
grief, heart, heartbreak, lost love, sad love,
November 29, 1919
Dearest Janet,
I would love to come to your parents' Boxing Day Party.
I adore you. I want to marry you.
But if you are still angry I will understand.
Just give me a sign ~
I anxiously await your reply.
Forever yours,
Henry
In 2008, Janet Barrett, a guest-house owner in Weymouth, Dorset, UK, received a letter – an RSVP to a Boxing Day party invitation, which had been posted on 29 November 1919. It was 81 years late! (dramatized content)
by Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
christmas, funny,
My love loves to knit and crochet
And she does it all her own way
She knitted a scarf
As long as a wharf
Guess what I got on Christmas Day?
by Arjun Jangid |
Categories:
8th grade, boxing day , childhood, courage, funny, lost love, pride,
O! Time , time please
Slow down your pace
If you are very pleased.
Grand pa , cradles ,
Fist full of nothing
are left behind gaps.
I don't know when
You put down me
From my mother's lap.
Dear I was too small
to carry on my fights
against unknown mad.
But I was not coward
So I fought many fights
on their funny grounds.
You can hardly believe
Fighter kid named on air
Who won all fights there.
My mom , grant pa or ma,
Never dared to win over me
Felt proudy, defeat before me.
Dad who fought bravely and
Balanced score fifty-fifty but
Rascals cousins not accept defeat.
by Harry Horsman |
Categories:
inspirational, religion,
Christians falling
in love with the Messiah....
a midwinter gift
this day after Christ born day
an endowment of love’s truth.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
by Andrew Johnson |
Categories:
dedication, family, father, friendship, happiness, sonme, me,
All you want in this life
Is for me to do my best
And to be able to drink to ‘The World’s Best Son’
Before you are later laid to rest
But it is hard most times for me to
Do exactly as you dream
Though it does not mean I do not care
Nor play for the opposite team
You have shown me things in life
That I thought were so benign
When in reality it was truly real
And trouble could have been mine
Arguments lost and arguments won
About the most personal things
When you were only giving strong advice
I thought of it as in a boxing ring
You are the closest friend I have
And just between us, father and son
I love you and will never falter
by David Kavanagh |
Categories:
allusion, boxing day , sports,
Bell rings
Two kings
Tap gloves
No love
Attack
Hard smack
Right hook
Well took
Left jab
Ribs stab
Backhand
Just lands
Sly one
Head spun
Elbows
Who knows
Eight round
Astounds
Heads clash
Blood splash
South paw
Breaks jaw
Crowd shout
Knockout
Countdown
Lost crown
Arm raised
God praised
A Brian Strand PREMIERE Poetry Contest
Checked how many syllables
27/05/20
by Marianna Pavlikova |
Categories:
love
Sex - Yes? Sex? - No!!
"Good by" at the door..
-"I am tired - you go!"
And i going home.
Biting fingers on way.
Gipersexual body..
I need sex rihgt today!
Silent walls in the room.
Watching boxing with air.
Start give pleasure and stop??
Dont you think its not fair?
Yes, yes, yes. You are right.
Satisfaction one way.
But not only my folt.
I am dare to say..
For you its means nothing.
For me almost death.
Do you understand
How much i need sex??
by Peter Lewis Holmes |
Categories:
friendship,
pizza, fries and golden beer...
the good company of the men
who took me a dozen times round
a crazy boxing ring, sharing blood
and bone and sweet stadium lights
and after the final bell had rung and
black tie and mink had left it's salty
mark upon the front row seats
we the band of boxing brothers,the
maestros of the ring,
faces smashed without refinement,
nor mercy and with love only for
our wives and each other,
we kicked back the day with boot and
glove and poured happy oaths into
the warm sawdust bar: and our pleasure
our rich and happy prize, a sweet indulgence,
pizza, fries and golden,golden beer
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
hate, love,
TAKE THE GLOVES OFF
Supplied with boxing gloves,
the size of eyes, nose, mouth, teeth
man, woman, child
like stampeding steeds
with steam of a motorcar
the spring released
what the blank happened —
blackout of the human race
~
Supplied with hands that love,
a daisy chain with fresh Spring
newborn race twists smiles
and kindness into serenity beads
hugs handed out like delicious treats
harmony dancing in the streets
ice packs and dentists no longer needed
hate and violence no longer seeded
3/26/2018
by Maneeshaa Dulal |
Categories:
africa, baptism, boxing day , celebration, christian, corruption, encouraging,
Enduring pain
Suffering nightmare
I thought I will gain
Life was heaven
Before I was sell
After marriage
It turn into hell
Prestige words bind my feeling
Everyday my heart started trembling
I can't ask help with my family
They thought responsibility towards me was fulfilled
Fate never changed
Love never came
Struggling life vanished
I ended up in grave
I pray you god
Never give such life to innocent
I was confident even though I can't fight with fate
Life once gonn
Never come again
My fate till death never changed
by Austin Alfano |
Categories:
sports
Boxing, a brutal, bloody, painful sport.
This is my life.
I don't spend my life on a tennis court,
I'd rather be in a boxing ring than have that as my life.
Boxing is a game of skill,
to others it's a silly blood bath.
I just love going in for the kill,
then they lay there and I laugh.
Boxing is my crack
I can't stay away.
It always brings me back,
always ready to play.
The ring is my garden
It is my sanctuary.
It gives no one pardon,
In November, December, or January.
Blood, sweat, and tears
goes into the game.
No more fears,
no more shame.
by Apache Tears |
Categories:
love,
Who's gonna kiss those tired eyes
Who's gonna fight by your side
Who are you gonna tell all your dreams to
Who's gonna want them as bad as you
When you wake up
to touch
gloves with the devil
*I'm turning this into a song and I need help finishing.
It's about having someone by your side to help you fight through life. (Touching gloves as done in boxing before you begin the fight).
by John Foreman |
Categories:
age, angel, anniversary, appreciation, beautiful, boxing day , christmas,
It's that time of year once more,
Where we gather with family and loved ones.
With the glow of the tree lights
We laugh and we sing
About all the good tidings
That this season will bring
But good tidings won't arrive
For those who struggle to survive
In their box from bin
Empty from the gift within
It's their home on the street
People walk on by without a glance
Not even a care
That this home doesn't even cover their feet
So spare a thought, or even a gift
For those out there
Who's love they want to give
But with no family, no loved ones to care
This is a burden I'm willing to bear
A blanket, a pillow or even a bed
A wish of a merry Christmas
Is all that needs said.
by Craig Hawkins |
Categories:
identity, me,
A can of coke and a good book to read
Sitting in the sunshine embracing my greed
The sun's beaming rays piercing my skin
Microwaving my internal organs from within
My sanctuary from daily life is here
The worries of the day disappear
Feet up and entwined in this non fiction book
As if I’m caught on a grappling hook
I love my garden believe it or not
It’s a sun trap with no blind spot
Drinking my coke with ice and lime
Enjoying the peace in my spare time
Spare time is something we are deprived of
Trying to avoid the swing of life’s boxing glove
My garden is my part time sanctuary
My little house on the prairie
by Michelle Morris |
Categories:
boxing day , emotions, giving, life, loss, love, relationship,
The boxes
By Michelle Morris
27/03/2023
The boxes
Are all that is left
Of us
Our lives
Our love
It's incredible how
We come together
As people
As couples
As families
With boxes
Of things
Of accumulated stuff
Of memories
Of love
And when we
Leave
As we inevitably must
Whether through death
Or betrayal of trust
The boxes
Are what
Remain
Of us
Our stuff
Our memories
Our love
Our hearts
In boxes
Apart
© Michelle Morris, 2023