delalorm fiaka

Rookie (19th JUNE 1988 / ACCRA, GHANA)

Just Call Me Victory! ! ! - Poem by delalorm fiaka

When i stepped into the ring..
i didn't aim to fight..i came to win..
when i heard the commencing bell ring...
on the crown i set my sights...complacency in the bin..

When they threw the first punch...
i grimaced, then i stuttered...
then steadied and remained staunch...
red faced..pulse fast paced but resilience far from shattered...

Then i mustered my first jab..
aimed straight at the temples..
a mastered duck met it..life could sometimes be a crab..
headless to my combos..swish dodgy ensembles..

Get into the corner...
who? me? the challenge? or the umpire?
definitely not me.. i am not the destined loser..
ill fight on even if the straights get more dire..

I may not pick the round..
eventuality is cast in iron by my faith..
i sure will heave and hound..
but I WILL be the victor, no matter how late.


Comments about Just Call Me Victory! ! ! by delalorm fiaka

  • Gold Star - 36,896 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/26/2013 11:58:00 AM)

    no matter how late, good poem. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013


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