Best Cassius Clay Poems
Mohammed Ali
Cassius Clay
The Legend
He was not a humble man
Everything he did, was big and grand
He taunted and barbed with poetic flair
His opponents he angered
Entertainment in the air
He was a legend, bigger than man
A champion in the ring
He often took a heroic stand
Breaking barriers of narrow minds
He defined his style in his own time
His greatest feats were not title wins
Nor his taunts and bragging sins
Inside there was a more humble man
Who stood for the downtrodden in troubled lands
Full of humility he still could sting like a bee
In the end he floats away
A softer man, of a fighter’s heart
So shed a tear, for this complex legend
Whose humble beginnings’
The butterfly brought home to his roots
God brought him back to his beginning
Cassius Clay he was… and now lives in eternity
Freed not by name
But by convictions... of his
Good deeds
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?
Cars and busses, traffic lights
Bicycles and motor bikes
Crosswalks, signs, and steps and stairs
Fire hydrants everywhere
Boats, planes and parking meters
Tickets, fines, misdemeanors
Why are you so fond of these?
Why are palms the only trees?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
The pictures trapped inside of there
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Depict a world so bleak and bare
Arid, bland, unaesthetic
Barren, drab, unpoetic
Sterile, cold, antiseptic
Unconcerned, apathetic
Somber, sad, and desolate
Woeful, bland, pedestrian
Weary, grim, dreary, hopeless
Grainy, gray, out of focus
It doesn’t need to be this way…
Many things could fill your squares
Why not fill these things in there?
Tambourines and castanets
Bass trombones and clarinets
English horns and piccolos
Harpsichords and xylophones
Fiddles high and Irish whistles
Jingle bells and finger cymbals
5-string banjos, mandolins
Saxophones, accordions
Desmond Tutu and Mandela
Cassius Clay, Cinderella
Charlemagne and Genghis Kahn
George and Ringo, Paul, and John
Twain and Edgar Allan Poe
Wayne and Brando and Monroe
Ida Wells, Frida Kahlo
Steinem, Parks, and Ferraro
River Thames and stormy seas
Winter wrens and bumble bees
Cyprus, ash, oak, fir, and pine
Sassafras, willow, and lime
Daffodils and magnolias
Marigolds and begonias
Cabbage, beets, and potatoes
Carrots, beans, and tomatoes
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
If your pictures must remain
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
How aboutcha change the frames?
Captcha circles, captcha suns
All the captcha olygons
Wiggly captcha twiggly lines
Twisty captcha twiny vines
Captcha diamonds, captcha hearts
Captcha clovers, moons, and stars
Captcha ribbons, Captcha lace
Captcha colored string bouquets
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
We understand you're here to stay.
Oh Captcha Squares, Oh Captcha Squares
Just be more creative, OK?
So you think you are a different class
I think you're talking right out of your ass.
The only rocking you do is like Cassius Clay
And I mean right now not back in the day.
I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
You just don't have the moves to outslam me.
I smell something as well and a rat it ain't
Quick sit down before you faint.
It's the smell of the corpse i'll make
When you read this your own life you should take.
And if i'm on crack you must be on meth
When i'm done you'll be out of breath.
I think i'm over my writers block at last
Which is why i'm getting this done so fast.
I like my pancakes with sugar and jam
Coz I work up a hunger even when it's such an easy slam.
You're computer probably got hacked because you cannot spell
But in the end I guess it's just as well.
It isn't really a challenge to try and beat you
Hands behind my back and eyes closed I could easily defeat you.
Friends/Enemies, Enemies/Friends
Like all good things I must bring this to an end.
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!
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Exhiliration comes (thanks dad)
Cassius Clay in his day,
quick as lightning he did thunder,
watch him fight,
an awesome sight,
Great Boxer,
one man wonder.
At 4 I had a bully sure
Murphy was me a slapping.
Dad taught me fisticuffs the cure,
Murphy was no longer rapping.
A bouncing in the Valley some,
Keeping bad guys out the door,
3 guys wanted me to fight,
So I said “oh for sure.”
As we got outside,
One jumped to punch at me,
I ducked his punch ,
Dislodged his lunch ,
An he was on the floor.
His mate grabbed me,
So I slammed this guy ,
Into the bloody wall.
But he’d rise and grab at me,
Never punched him, not at all,
Just slammed and slammed on he.
3 knock downs of the bigger guy
He just kept arising , (tough bugger)
Twice for the middle guy
And the third,
Off the wall was enterprising.
Exhiliration comes,
when you have won the fight.
Lebanese mates came to help,
The three were put to flight.
Well I guess i do posses the makings of a brawler,
and with the fairer sex perhaps a little crawler,
so come n visit me at least then in your mind,
and passion slips between your thighs ....
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A very famous champion,
an inspiring enthusiastic man was he
Who has now departed , yet is quoted,
for many pearls of wisdom
Vociferous king ,
of the boxing ring
A sports star
And such a sport too.
A motivating peace star who shot up to deserved stardom
The earth be proud of such mortal "clay"
Who swayed and reigned hearts,
as well as the pugilist's kingdom
Notes: about the boxing Great:
These below are the selected facts about Muhammad Ali that I personally found very interesting:
First of all that he had the same birthday as my beloved bro Alihur i.e 17th Jan,
The info below is copied from Wikipedia:
Muhammed Ali Clay
Other names
The Greatest
The People's champion
The Louisville lip
Children9, including Laila Ali2]
Awards
5 time Ring magazine fighter of the year3-time lineal heavyweight championSports Illustrated 'Sportsman of the Century'BBC 'Sports Personality of the Century'CSHL Double Helix Medal Honoree (2006)Presidential Citizens MedalPresidential Medal of Freedom[4]International Boxing Hall of Fame[5]Hollywood Walk of Fame[6]
Cassius Clay was born and raised inLouisville, Kentucky, and began training as anamateur boxer when he was 12 years old. At 18, he won a gold medal in the light heavyweight division at the 1960 Summer Olympics in Rome, and converted to Islam shortly afterwards. At 22, he won the WBAand WBC heavyweight titles from Sonny Liston in 1964. Clay then changed his legal name from Cassius Clay, which he called his "slave name", to Muhammad Ali, and gave a message of racial pride for African Americans and resistance to white domination during the 1960s Civil Rights Movement.[12][13]
He was known to for freestyled with rhyme schemes and spoken word poetry, boxing and as political poetry for his activism,
The man was a legend.
So farewell, Cassius Clay, Ali
You knocked out a bit of poetry
That butterfly one sure packed a sting
And well done on the boxing thing
Mohammed, man, you’re counted out
You gave the boxing thing a shout
Wrote rhyme to make a grown man cry
And dodged the draft like a butterfly
Ali, you’ve packed your final punch
Man, you took boxing out to lunch
Men say that you are God today
Who made Mohammed out of Clay
© Gail Foster
Cassius Clay
A heavy Weight Champion
Who punched his way
Through barriers of colour
With blows of a kind Heart...
He floated like a Butterfly
Yet, stung like a Bee
A Heavy Weight Champion
With a light weight Heart!
Epitome of bonhomie
Who tamed his angry Soul
By the Light of Faith
Re-directing throe
With fury to his Foe.
Despite adversity of Birth
Trained to taper his temper
Sheathing hard-knock fist-
Boxer of amity and Love-
Inside a comfy glove!
*
Boxing is a recondite bodily Art
From the soft side of man’s Heart!
When he pours his sturdy arm
I perceive Art and not harm...
Floating quick and so ethereal
Dexterity invokes scenes surreal!
When Foe hits the canvas at last
Shall he forever be an outcast?
Victor must stand up and muse:
“For One to Win, One must lose
“Ignore then face turned blue
“For I must celebrate with you
“You fell down as my boxing Foe
“Rise up a Friend for a cup of joe!
“You’ve lost in the boxing ring
“You won being my Friend my King!”
*
Honoured be they that can compete
Our mirth they do totally replete,
A symbol of sacrifice holy and pure
As Pain and patience they do endure!
The World is now just one Village
Meant for amity and not for pillage
Sports direct how we affably relate
By accord not by how we dictate!
Fight the World, fight with the mind
Sheath your blows protect the rind
The World needs Love’s agile blows
Blows of Faith Cassius best knows!
*
Fight with facts, fight with vim
Fight the Devil with solemn hymn
Don’t fight with greed or fight with whim
But fill the Cup to the brim!
*
Endure the sting
and earn your honey
Endure the blow
to earn your money
Like a butterfly flow,
like a Bee do sting
Like a butterfly flow,
like a Bee do sting!
Cassius Clay
Man O’ th’ Day!
*Dedicated to those who fight with Peace and for Peace. The World is a Village and we’re Family!
JM
17th Oct’ 2013
Truly History In the Making
Remember when some sweaters we wove
Was while we were sitting in a pretty grove
Birds started singing and others flew by
Certainly a delightful day cannot deny.
Trees were tall and much shade they made
And there on lovely lawn we often laid
Exchanging things that we did discuss
About having to ride in back of the bus.
Even had to go to school of our very own
Booker T. Washington until fully grown
We saw Cassius Clay fighting in the ring
Who all of us loved more than anything.
One day he turned out to be a dear old dad
Died just before Father's Day and are said
For him to a far better place he has gone
No longer any big crowds will ever be drawn.
Made peace with master; put away each glove
Was thriller from Louisville we so do love
Wanted one last thing done which was sweet
Be sure to have Hearst driven down a street.
Mohammad Ali in private place was buried
After to see him last time everyone hurried
Events he did in his life were breath-taking
He had truly been history in the making.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
---Dear ALLAH,
We do not talk a lot,
Maybe we should,
just maybe we should.
In the mean time,
and until we learn how
to talk to you, Allah
as well as God,
we would like to allow
you the company of one
of our own,
he may introduce himself
as Cassius Clay,
but in case you do not
recognize who he is,
let me tell you now,
that he is The Greatest.
Well, maybe not greater than you, Allah
but he is none-the-less
The Greatest
and maybe you will
recognize him as
Muhammed Ali
yep, that Greatest.
You will right away see him
fighting again,
fighting for what is right
and good and just.
He will not rest in Peace,
He will constantly fight for Peace.
He is our Greatest.
And he will be your greatest,
in short order.
And he just might introduce us
to an Allah
we have failed to see.
Wouldn't it be great
if we and God and Allah
had a real heart to heart conversation?
I bet he can arrange that.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet.
SUNSET
ODD TO SEE IT HAPPENED ,
UNEXPECTED ,NATURAL A PHENOMENON ,
THE SILENT BREEZE BLEW ,HOVERING ,
AROUND THE RING WITH IT A LEGEND ,
GLOVES IN HAND ,IMAGES OF HIS FIGHTS ,
CLEAR LIKE YESTERDAY.
BOXERS STOOD ,AS IF PINED DOWN BY
AN INVISIBLE FORCE , THE RING IS DARK ,
YES THE SUNSET WAS UNEXPECTED ,
SLOWLY IN A MELODIOUS RHYTHM
THE BREEZE COVERED .
AS IT CAME DOWN WITH NOTHING ,
IT LEFT THE RING WITH FOOTPRINTS ,
WHICH CAN NEVER BE WIPED ,
BOXERS LOOKED AT THE STEPS ,
DIFFICULT TO FOLLOW OR EMMULATE ,
THE MOVES COMPLEX ,
BUT MOVES OF VICTORY .
THE LEGEND OF THESE MOVES
WRAPPED IN THE BREEZE ,
WAVED WITH A SMILE. THE LEGEND IS GONE ,GONE FOREVER.
ADIEU MOHAMED ALI ,
WHERE THE LAST WORDS OF THE BOXERS ,
AS THEY LEAVE THE RING ,
ROSES IN HAND ,NODDING THEIR
HEADS IN APPROVAL, YES HE IS THE GREATEST EVER
TO HAVE WALKED IN TO THE RING.
R.I.P , R.I.P
CASSIUS CLAY
OH MO HAMMED ALI
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Click the back button if ur ears r still virgins
I'll make blood drip down ur face
Throwing hands and invading ur space
I go to war like Scarface
Shell casings dropping like dimes
I told you too many times
Don't test me at anytime!
I will set ur ass in the grass
I'm all up in ur face like SMASH!
I might let u get up
Give u a chance to man up
If ur ready to fight The Champ just step Up!
Like Cassius Clay, I'm light on my feet
Bareknuckled and knocking u on ur seat
Talking trash put my fists on repeat
Spit out like rhyme sellers
I feel like it needs a hook to make any dollars
Gangsta Rap like Tupac
Investing in ass whoopings like it's a new stock
Don't let this pretty face make u think u can beat me
I will teach u to respect me and want to be me
Be careful where u r poking
I'm always laughing and joking
Come at me wrong and I'll leave ur ass smoking
Ask this guy on the floor choking....
I'll take ur lady and walk out of sight
Stepping over bodies leaving this fight
Leaving only one to tell the tall tale of that night
Poetic justice is what will be served in that fight
Words lift ur imagination to heights of insanity
Ending this the right way would cement my destiny
But there is no right way to end violence by way of fantasy...
Cassius Clay, in his day,
was bloody hard to beat...
but smoking Joe stood toe to toe,
and no he wasn't weak,
fought the rumble in the jungle,
just the ladies made him weep:)
re :" Muhammed Ali" Andrea Dietrich
floats like a butterfly stings like a bee.....?
Don Johnson
quick as lightening Cassius was,
tapping slapping dodging cos,
the big ole thumpers if they clipped,
pon ya ear it ud hurt a bit,
just floating slappin hey....
Thanks Russell mate...Don
for Cassius Clay,
it all seemed play,
to slap and taunt a bit,
lightening quick, weaved and hit,
and sidestepped, jumped away,
but time the toll does pay,
like me, he's had his day:(
best boxer he was it!
.
Shakespeare meets Popeye.
Once upon a time in a town called Sweet haven
There lived a sailor type, tattoos and quite unshaven.
The Mayor was a biggish guy, “Caesar the spinach salad”
Yes that was his real name,
His passport it was valid.
But in that very place three anchors were at weigh,
Desperado individuals ,
Bluto, attorney and Cassius Clay!
They did not like the way the Mayor he ran the town
Acting like a God, he was needing taken down.
Caesar had beat a rival at the last election,
The whole town thought that he,
A most natural selection..
But these bandits had a plan to stab him in the back,
Get rid of this big salad with a political attack.
So it was that Bluto he became this Caesars friend,
Then the other two would lie and play pretend.
Then at a senate meeting
Three hoped to do their deed,
Just like the Rolling Stones they would really “Let it bleed.”
But, they were not ready, for another sailor guy
Who smoked a small clay pipe
Who’s name it was Popeye.
For Caesar was the father of a beauty Olive Oyl
Who had overheard these stooges
And their deed she meant to spoil.
So it was that Popeye he really saved the day,
Stopped these three assassins good,
By thumping them on there way.
He made sure their ships set sail,
they were no longer berthed and anchored.
Then he told the press
“I came I saw I conquered!”
© Ned Flanders
Muhammad Ali
Floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee
Receiving end of his lumber
You'll know you've gone under
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