Best Mohammed Ali 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
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
Come quick, don’t dilly-dally.
Yessir, this you gotta see!
Look out there in the valley,
Lord, do my eyes deceive me?
Ain’t that Mohammed Ali?
And ain’t that a boxing ring,
Roped ’round them trees?
And he’s recitin’ something
About butterflies and bees,
When a mushroom bell went ding?
While birds and critters scurried,
Moving closer to ringside,
As Ali strode unhurried,
From his corner stool beside;
Then he danced, jabbed and flurried.
And them critters ooh’d and aah’d,
Such a sight they’d never seen.
It was poetry, by Gawd,
A heavyweight there’d not been –
Oh, so graceful and unflawed.
There’d be no finer specimen,
This champion of our youth;
Beating odds time and again,
We believed his brand of truth –
And in the greatness of men.
But in that far-away dell,
We good critters heard the chimes
Ringing from that mushroom bell.
When slower became the rhymes –
And softer became the yell.
Till in your corner we sit,
In this valley’s fading light,
Thinking back to your fires lit
When you showed us how to fight –
And taught us how not to quit.
So chanting, “Ali bomaye!”
These mushroom bells we hear ring;
And though time gets the last say,
Here in the valley we’ll sing –
Hailing what grew from the clay.
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
Mohammed Ali
A great legend hero man
with joy he loves deep
meditation, so cool talk,
walk, and fight the true evil