To fix a headlock on a <br />metaphor, or <br />clamp a full nelson on a <br /> <br />simile, body slam a weak <br />double-entendre & <br />choke the life out of a <br /> <br />forced rhyme. To get a toe hold on a <br />trochee, apply an <br />armlock that brings a <br /> <br />cliche to its knees, dropp an elbow on <br />trite alliteration, or <br />execute a powerbomb as easily as <br /> <br />coining a phrase. To lay the smackdown on <br />doggerel, and fling a <br />timeworn platitude from the ring, bridge <br /> <br />out of a writer's <br /> block, pin <br /> down <br /> <br />that cringing flowery sentiment & <br /> celebrate that <br /> seamless rhyme as the <br /> <br />referee slaps the <br /> mat with that triplet coda & <br /> calls for the bell <br /> <br />fresh and sharp as a sapling sprouting new <br />looming over your flattened foe <br />as the oak stands awesome and true. <br /> <br />Poetry and wrestling, each an art <br />not easily mastered, <br />like shaping a schooner from fresh-cut wood <br />or a god from alabaster.<br /><br />Cretan Maineiac<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/know-holds-bard/
