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boys eulogy
We punch love
and connect on kicks
sticks are swords
and words are fists
and tears don't fall
when all's amiss
proud to bear palls
we're walls affixed
so call your wrecking balls
to break our bricks
we'll clinch our jaws
and ball our fists
then answer the call
with balls and grit
and fight and fall
and claw and spit
we'll die for it all
before we call it quits
leave the tearfall to y'all
when we're done with it
because we're Fathers
and Brothers
and Sons, legit
and we fight one another
for the fun of it
but we'll die for each other
if it comes to it
suffice to sacrifice
we, our lives, commit
So when we die,
take this poem
and eulogize with it
for the boys who punched love
and learned to fight with it
so that the words we never spoke
are realized with it
and all the tears we've choked
are finally cried in it.
and connect on kicks
sticks are swords
and words are fists
and tears don't fall
when all's amiss
proud to bear palls
we're walls affixed
so call your wrecking balls
to break our bricks
we'll clinch our jaws
and ball our fists
then answer the call
with balls and grit
and fight and fall
and claw and spit
we'll die for it all
before we call it quits
leave the tearfall to y'all
when we're done with it
because we're Fathers
and Brothers
and Sons, legit
and we fight one another
for the fun of it
but we'll die for each other
if it comes to it
suffice to sacrifice
we, our lives, commit
So when we die,
take this poem
and eulogize with it
for the boys who punched love
and learned to fight with it
so that the words we never spoke
are realized with it
and all the tears we've choked
are finally cried in it.
Published 10th Jun 2016
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11th Jun 2016 10:46pm
Really liked this write a lot moe very fluid and precise yet you still manage to paint a vivid picture.
Very well done, only one question though...was this about Soldiers at War or martial artists/fighters? Sounds like it could go either way, just curious
Very well done, only one question though...was this about Soldiers at War or martial artists/fighters? Sounds like it could go either way, just curious
First, I would like to thank you for taking the time to read and comment on this poem. I appreciate it.
I always say that: "You get from art what you bring to it" therefore I take a lot of liberty when I am trying to determine the meaning of others' work. In the same sense, I encourage my readers to do the same. Your interpretation is always correct no matter what it is.
That being said, I don't mind sharing what I was thinking when I wrote it...
This is the first poem I've written in a long time (not counting the slice one). It was inspired by my 3 year old son and my brothers and extended to all of the men in our family. It was meant to be a testament to how we love. My son and I were play fighting after watching MMA. My wife suggested that we shouldn't teach him to be mean, that we should teach him to love. I replied, "I am."
When I say we "punch love" I am saying that we show love through punches...and taking punches...and going to war...and struggle...and sacrifice... and by staying stoic and strong when we have every excuse to crumble. Society sometimes sees these types of behaviors as loveless acts. I see them differently.
I always say that: "You get from art what you bring to it" therefore I take a lot of liberty when I am trying to determine the meaning of others' work. In the same sense, I encourage my readers to do the same. Your interpretation is always correct no matter what it is.
That being said, I don't mind sharing what I was thinking when I wrote it...
This is the first poem I've written in a long time (not counting the slice one). It was inspired by my 3 year old son and my brothers and extended to all of the men in our family. It was meant to be a testament to how we love. My son and I were play fighting after watching MMA. My wife suggested that we shouldn't teach him to be mean, that we should teach him to love. I replied, "I am."
When I say we "punch love" I am saying that we show love through punches...and taking punches...and going to war...and struggle...and sacrifice... and by staying stoic and strong when we have every excuse to crumble. Society sometimes sees these types of behaviors as loveless acts. I see them differently.
