Poetry War

[gingerbreadman]

Radio Box has introduced NSB poetry day! Lol, I'm pretty sure he was trolling in his last thread, but even so, judge not lest ye be judged. I gave him my two cents, so here's my poem in return.

"The Ballad of Marvin Hagler"

Marvin Hagler, Marvin Hagler,
Brother-kin to Hiawatha!
Stalking Hagler, storming Hagler,
Snarling, snorting, swarming Hagler –
Marvin Hagler, Marvin Hagler,
Brother-kin to Hiawatha,
Did he ever doubt the reasons
That he started fighting for?
When he wasn’t blazing trails, when he wasn’t making millions,
When he wasn’t painting Vito’s face in scarlets and vermilions
What drove him, what inspired him, what inner voice required him
To destruct, and destroy, and to War?
For that matter, why would anyone decide to don the leather
Whether casual, or amateur, or pro?
Why attempt to concuss with an earthquake of a knockout
Or to beat someone’s face to a pulp?
But it’s not simply that
It’s both life and death cohabiting
It’s the One, and the Other, both the same,
Where a yin and a yang can collide and write an epic
And communicate it silent as the grave.

All the speed
And the skill
And the savageness and valour
And the bobs
And the weaves
And the blood
It is us, it is us – it is Shakespeare and Rachmaninov,
It’s Achilles, and it’s Hector, and it’s us.

This isn't (just) a vanity project, a large part of my masters' degree is currently going into researching boxing in modernist poetry. Cheers,

Gingerbreadman

[soul_survivor]

that's a pretty damn good poem, so is this thread meant to be guys posting their own boxing poetry? I'll give it a go:

The Count

It's the sweet science,
Oh so they say,
Pugilistic, fistic, barbaric,
Oh so they say,
The flashing of brutality, bought for a meager fee,
Modern gladiators, from the Roman Colosseum to the MSG,
"World champ, that's what I wana be"
Scream the youth,
Oh so they say,
There's blood and glory but pain above all,
For when the count reaches ten, Gods may fall
It's the sweet science,
Oh so they say

[gingerbreadman]

that's a pretty damn good poem, so is this thread meant to be guys posting their own boxing poetry? I'll give it a go:

The Count

It's the sweet science,
Oh so they say,
Pugilistic, fistic, barbaric,
Oh so they say,
The flashing of brutality, bought for a meager fee,
Modern gladiators, from the Roman Colosseum to the MSG,
"World champ, that's what I wana be"
Scream the youth,
Oh so they say,
There's blood and glory but pain above all,
For when the count reaches ten, Gods may fall
It's the sweet science,
Oh so they say

Nice, that's good.

[Jloro]

Some great poets on here but I prefer Radio Box's masterpiece

[New England]

rofl.........

[Mr Regan]

Dopeness. Both of you guys.

[Aztekkas]

"KTFO Poem"

cornered but not broke, that's to say the least.
for 3 chapters never broken, kept a monster on his leash.
last second, man against a beast,
a flash, thunderous clash, the brave man will now feast.
the conclusion to a saga, birth of a true legend.
rejoice rejoice! in the round governed by the beast.

I give up LOL. funny thread

[komodo]

Good stuff

Now pass me the mic and let me fire this **** up!
Hey Yo this one goes out to all the Brits....one time!

Saw my mate the other day,
He said to me he'd seen the next Mayweather
So I asked, who is he?
He goes by the name of Lee Selby
Lee Selby, Lee Selby, he goes by the name of Lee Selby (*2)

More of a chant than a poem by you get the idea.