A People Power Champion
that how they speak when
most people say his name.
Stormester Amir born in
Mobius Grander(Parts Unknow) once
blacklisted and removed
from active competition made a
world renowned return
" Amazing Impossible Possibility"
a promoter named his intent to be
Champion.
Due to his inability to get involved
because of his blacklisting
he marveled around and was thought
to be "Masked Wrestler" and
"Slugger Caul"
Both found to be not him
when both men were
challenged to be in the same
arena and were both unmasked
by "Large" Gussy Steeper.
Arco Danzon and Bolero Clave Dinger
were found to be the Masked grapplers
but due to there ages some spoke of a
wrestlers conspirasy: most ragsheets reported
the guys being both in there early twenties
but the they beleived was
the Masked WrestlerII had wrestled
Masked for more then ten years prior to
this unmasking. This made the return
of the superstar a specail event.
In the dentist's chair, where fears reside,
Dr. Amir Akel, compassion as his guide.
With empathy vast, a soothing hand,
Pain's specter expelled, a gentle touch.
Effortlessly he worked, a master's hand,
Extracting roots that plagued the land.
No reminder remained of the tooth's distress,
His skill, a balm, pain's gentle egress.
In the clinic's hum, a healing spell,
Dr. Amir Akel, where worries quell.
A dental maestro, with precision keen,
He made the procedure seem serene.
Roots surrendered beneath his chair,
A dance of grace, in the dental lair.
Today's hero, a dentist so kind,
Dr. Amir Akel, relief designed.
Q.1.What is your first choice in the room?
Q.2. Are you freezing in search of warmth?
Q.3.Do you believe in skyrockets?
Q.4.Have you shred your own morals?
Q.5.Can you show us your diplomas of romance?
Q.6.Can you afford four marriages?
Q.7.What is the difference between a grizzly bear and adulthood pressure?
Q.8.Do you still remember hugging down the mirror?
Q.9.What is your taste wild sensation or rushy touching?
Q.10.Have you lost faith in marvelous moves?
Note.If it was easy, everyone would do it.
Of our ‘95 batch Amir Khan
Chocolate hero Taluka Pan
Sweetest boy and co-star mine
In dramas we acted then fine
Drama, skit or play those days
Possible with Vilas and Sajid always
Such a fabulous superb lad
Always there to make me glad
Fun quarrel play and games
We shared in full flames
Still I’m his fan flawsome
For he’s more than wowsome
Now busy as a Realtor
And as an Easy Service Provider..!!
I could never be defeated
I have hope inside my soul
My throne I will be seated
As I remain in total control
Whispered words beguile
But inside my heart glows
Gone are words you revile
My body takes your blows
I have soothed the demon
Lay to rest all of my ghosts
Lay waste others scheming
Sworn not to other’s oaths
In death I will be anointed
In prayers I will be blessed
My fame will be appointed
My sins more so confessed
My heart was made of iron
Although it shall never rust
Nor melted in the hot pyre
Buried with me in this dust
It shall rest for many a year
Before I rise again on earth
To rise again as a true Amir
As a new nation, in its birth
The Greatest Gift
For Amir....5/18/00
I received a gift from The Lord above.
A gift that I would treasure, a gift that I would love
.
It was one of the greatest gifts I have ever known,
it enlightened my heart, and chilled me to the bone.
Lord, I thank you for this child you sent,
he keeps me on my knees and makes me repent.
Sometimes so sweet, so loving so true,
that I know that he, was a gift from you!
But there are those times,
when his ways I don't comprehend ...
Serious attitude, unwilling to bend.
Talking out of turn, or a bit too much,
seems so unfeeling, so devoid of touch.
Inspite of this, I try to understand,
as he changes from a boy,
and prepares to become a man.
I ask that you watch over him,
wherever he may be,
for he was the greatest gift , you ever gave to me!
Amir of my covenant; Mohammad
Awaken and find yourself still in two.
Pigeon’s high spirit flapping
As daylight rains through
Dream clouds burst and,
Ringing, draw true
The sheep are raised and set to follow
Like a fat candle mold
Shepard Prince howls as purple blood splatters
Processed by you and your Dachau
Skyscraping trees are sprayed and patterned
The emptied streets are waiting
Cold and hungry from the black. Swollen
Evisceratus.
Drain from me the very life left in death.
Set sail into neatness, like sea-foam spray.
Running from where I became
Lit like a flashgun, real game turn
Naught but a puppet; a real boy.