Sword Swallowing Poems

The Sword I call My Pride
The Sword I Call My Pride

My saber is my joy and pride
I wear it proudly by my side
Shined and polished, it marks my stride
My sword I call my Pride

I wipe the blade with one smooth glide,
Lean back my head and open wide
Slide it in, down deep inside
The sword I call my Pride

Their mouths aghast, eyes open wide,
The crowd stands gasping mesmerized
No grasp of hazards deep inside
As I release my Pride

Standing there arms open wide
My Pride exposed, it's hard to hide
Discomfort I feel deep inside
While swallowing my Pride

My saber's hard, and like my Pride,
The danger cannot be denied
One slight move cuts deep inside
The wounding of my Pride

Which hurts worse, I can't decide:
Cold hard steel or burning pride,
What's plain to see or hard to hide,
While swallowing my Pride

The hardest part, I must confide
Is not cold steel or sharp carbide
The sharpest pain stabs deep inside
As I adjust my Pride

Standing there arms open wide
My tarnished pride gets crucified
As something pierces deep inside
While swallowing my Pride

Their mouths aghast, eyes open wide,
The crowd at last lets out a sigh
As I remove with one smooth glide
The sword I call my Pride

I stoop to put away my Pride,
Wipe it clean, make sure it's dried
Pack up, lay down, and set aside
The sword that is my Pride.

Copyright 2002 by Dan Meyer
(DanSongs Music [SESAC] / SkanSång Musik [STIM])

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