Ali Khamenei,
a Shia cleric
and the Supreme Leader
of Iran.
Today,
many in Iran
weep for your passing.
To many,
you were a symbol
of conviction
in difficult times.
To others,
your legacy
remains deeply debated.
You lived
through years
of conflict,
sanctions,
and uncertainty.
The storms of history
followed your footsteps.
The Middle East
bore witness
to war,
loss,
and generations
searching for peace.
Supporters remember
your steadfastness.
Critics remember
your decisions.
History
will continue
to examine
both.
Leadership
is never carried
without burden.
Power
is never remembered
without consequence.
Today,
a chapter closes.
Tomorrow,
history will decide
how your life
is understood.
May those
who mourn
find comfort.
And may the future
bring wisdom,
justice,
and lasting peace
to the people
of Iran
and the Middle East.
Rest in peace,
Ali Khamenei .
A shock so great
is a punch in the face
If it breaks your cheek
You’re suddenly meek
Many wished it for Muhammed Ali
~ It wasn’t to be
I’m fighting sleep like Muhammad Ali
Was up so late that it was early
Was listening to music new and old
New Years Eve filled with glitter gold
I was drunk on piano melodies soft
Guitar solos lift your heart high as loft
Song words like hors d oeuvres for my ears
Eating feeding my soul through the years
2025 has left the room by moon
2026 is like a red flower bloom
Opening my eyes with anticipation
A year of hopes and toasts celebration
The man who has no imagination
has no wings…
- Muhammad Ali
…………………..
They waddle clumsily
on webbed feet not fit
for treading sand
and their folded wings
just add weight to impair
their already awkward gait.
Pelicans are made
for air and water, being
landbound leaves them
deprived of grace.
Sometimes I flounder
like a grounded pelican
on the mud flats of myself.
Dragging my body along
I make for a sorry sight
until I remember I have
the power to imagine wings
and then, with perfect grace,
I take flight.
Some senior military seized power in Gabon today,
Ali Bongo 's family led the country
in fifty five years under umbrella
of French government as there were protected
The so called French interests to be on power.
Today President Ali Bongo is informing
the world about his arrestation by the military.
He does not know where could be his son
and family as they are in different places.
The senior military accused him of stealing votes
for third time so that he could continue
to rule like a puppet of some westerners
While the people continue to suffer here and there.
Many young African leaders are tired of fake promises
of some selfish politicians who care for themselves
and continue allowing African natural resources
to cross the seas due to some agreement
with some western countries
which could not reach fifty years
after so called independence and democracy
in west and central Africa.
It is eighth coup d' états in Africa from 2020 to today
as many Africans wish some regimes change.
It will be wise for French government officials to say
loudly " good bye Africa as they are no longer welcomed."
August 30/2023
a garden guard down
a rabbit hole be...
a muse-hick of
a music that be...
not just notes
knotted on a page...
they be half mirrored so
they sew music spectrums...
in echoes reflecting every other
instrument being that 'all is' alice dream
stan sand
The prophecy came true in the swamplands
She rose from the bowels of an alligator’s belly
Disengaging herself with the hands of a sorcerer
Those who saw were struck as if by lightning
She was confident and unhurried as predicted
The storms are coming for sure, an old timer said
Alligator wrestlers rose from the bottom of the swamp
Following their queen through the jungles toward town
She is coming! Some of the less fearful were screaming.
The town began to shutter itself. Storm Ali was here!
Today is ten ten,
Day when you born,
Eyes you have open,
And see the sun.
In every new season,
Death will come soon,
God forgive his sean,
And bless him in.
Problems which have remain,
Arange ten as train,
Know the time and when,
There is no time again.
Time you must obtain,
Because everyday the run,
Things you should win,
In a good mean.
Things which you can,
Poot them in plain,
Forgive your own son,
In how to begin.
Today we have join,
And collect our coin,
Because in every moon,
Things change after noon.
In your head brain,
Forget about your pain,
In all those rain,
What have you learn?
Mockery law spoofed boycott,
Survived the beast of a desert tooth.
Hunger answered by inedible dinner goth.
Skin and bones as the cloth.
Under sieged bloodthirsty pavement,
There are no rules, full bombardment.
Struggle means risking the beguilement.
Why be a slave when life is enfranchisement.
A whirlwind of a pugilist,
With punches that could crush a cyst,
In the admirers eyes summoning Mist,
The Destroyed by him a long list,
Many of them by their families missed…
He got them down but still them kissed,
Of a Life-and-Death business making a tryst,
You’d tag it a party and your own waist twist.
A whirlwind of a pugilist,
With laughing legs but a crying fist,
Timing his demolitions with the watch on your wrist.
This treasuring and it never was ceased,
Many faces lighting up as many getting creased,
Of those who got its “He’s the Greatest!” gist.
Sadly, he hadn’t his Parkinson sniffed,
Angels hadn’t worried too to have us briefed,
Only us radioed his domestic squabbles and rift,
For his ring legacy, a displeasing gift…
Towards an uncheery finale did he drift:
My Gemini Twin and former spendthrift.
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Muhammad Ali
Taunting with poetry,
His opponents he'd zing
As he danced 'round the ring.
There once was a boy Cassius Clay
Who dreamt to be greatest some day
When then in a bout
One punch in the mouth
On the canvas poor Liston would lay
Worse than Liston's performance that day
Were the lyrics by Robert Goulet
"Oh say can you see, by the dawn's early night"
Was as much of a flop as the fight!
Aug. 25, 2019
Clerimerick Couplets Contest
Mark Toney Sponsor
Mohammed Ali
Dancing in the ring
Flying like a butterfly
Eying the title-world champ
He took on anyone
The belt was his to hold...
Until defeat...he shakes a hand
He fought Joe Frazier three times
He was the greatest boxer
Ali
I’m so glad that our paths have crossed again
After all of those years, have passed us by
I took a journey without all my friends
In search of myself to lose a disguise
A second time, by chance, our paths have crossed
And I’ve given thought to what it may mean
Have I found my way, Of years being lost
Am I coming home. Have I found my ‘me’
Since we met again after all those years
I came to find out, you have lost your Dad
He was a good man, I know you held dear
But I wasn’t there, at a time, so sad
Again, we move on, direction unknown
But I hope as friends, we ‘come, again close
6/30/2018
Contest: End of June Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
1st Place
Silence for Ali.
A hero in and out of the ring.
For justice in every round,
as he lay low molding the best.
“ALI, BOOM-BA-YAY”
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