~~~The ESB Calzaghe v. Kessler POETRY PICTORIAL~~~

Guru will bless us with rhymes.
Exchanging sterling for dimes.
A yanks appearance is fine.
Especially someone from '99.

Maybe enticing more to come.
Alot is better than some.
Soon we will all be sages.
Before this reach 100 pages.

 

I smoke 40 cigs a day.
What more can I say?
Its not pushing it far,
to say I am full of tar.
How long can I linger?
Before death gives me the finger.

I drink 20 cups of coffee a day.
What more can I say?
Than I like it very much.
that I feel it in my croch.
Last can I now will make.
So I will be wide awake.

I sit on a stool 18 hours a day.
What more can I say?
Computers are my life.
No room for a wife.
It is my bestest friend.
Till my very end.

I write here when I can
Because I am a fan,
of boxing, writing and joy.
Its acts of a boy.
Whose life I will destroy.
When will I be a man?
Shut up, and give me a *** and a coffeecan.

 

There was a man named Bloch.
Who posted mostly **** and croc.
When he got nailed.
Out he bailed.
"Damn, What the ****!!"

 

There was more than a fight to remember.
Late at night on the 3rd of November.
"Not again", said the fans.
Again he broke his hands.
Chop-Chop, "We might as well you dismember.

 

Guess I would need to learn some writing tecniques then , but thanks for the pads on the back. When will we see some more from you? Saving up for some Hail to the new king poetry?

We shall all gladly sing.
Lift the mug for the king.
Stuff ourselves with food.
While we wait for the Bute.
I swear by my name Decebal.
They will finally meet next fall.

 

Good to see this thread pop up again

It will happen, raise the alarms
A fighting dragon with at least ten arms
against a viking forged in steel
The ESB tension is quite surreal
Soon the press tour starts in the US
And Joe speaks with dry humour and finesse
“It’s over Mikkel, you will meet a truly great”
But immediately Kessler will retaliate:
“Stop giving me all that lip
Your head will look fine on my viking ship”

 

Class, mate. I like it alot. Another notch in the axe for the Kessler side, haha.

 

Great - had totally missed this one... Thrash 4tw...

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3ZYKSDbwQE

Puritania

We do away with your kind
Countdown to exterminate the human race
0, 3, 2, 1

Let chaos entwine
On defenseless soil
Remove errors of man
And sweep all the weakening kind

I am war, I am pain
I am all you've ever slain
I am tears in your eyes
I am grief, I am lies

Bygone are tolerance
And presence of grace
Scavengers are set out
To cleanse the human filth parade

I am pure, I am true
I am all over you
I am laugh, I am smile
I am the earth defiled

I am the cosmic storms
I am the tiny worms
I am fear in the night
I am bringer of the blight

Earth successfully erased.

 

There once was a poster called Blocky,
Who told us he was like Rocky,
So he showed us those abs,
"Not his!" Somebody blabbed.
After that? Not nearly as cocky.

 

Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbTozgoj9OQ&mode=related&search=
Text: I.

Morning after

Hands supporting weeping eyes with a sigh.
Sunken deep within myself, on an old bench.
Feeling tension and release like a wrench.
Lifting head and gaze, dawn of fourth is nigh.

What had I witnessed? Perfection? No!
Something beyond - Miracle in lack of word
Mesmerized welsh wandering about, I now heard.
They, like me, had seen what on us had bestow.

A battle with no casualty, one with two winners.
Dane of the norse, and welshman of pride.
Blessing us with emotional rollercoasting ride.
Stunned as we were, realizing there were no sinners.

Stumbling forward, beginning weakened stride home.
My emptiness vigorated with fullfillment and joy.
Limps rejuvenated anew, leaving long forgotten toy,
remnants of a child, whose land I now luckily roam.

Accepting recapture never reappear, but I don't care.
Beams of morning light greets me a fine new day.
Gifted poets of beauty this day their muse inspire may.
Perhaps, just perhaps should I, because I was there.

 

Much better - perfect.