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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 .
The dream was of me
I dreamt off me in my dream
It was fearfully dreadful a dream
Long ago was the day of my last dream
Before the dream that came knocking on me
Startled still, as I opened up myself for it
Then comes the dream in a dreamy toga.
They were many of them gathered
Gathered only in one accord accordingly
Like the disciples of Jesus Christ of the then
In front of a room just like the upper room
Some in their usual ape-like suite with a tie
Others in Babariga ;Ankara ; Damask ;Lab coat
Pretending to be engrossed with something
Giggling with a mischievous stern look.
In one accord they all nodded cynically
Mimicking no one but the Agama lizard
It was of me they discussed endlessly
Still refusing to leave the only path
That leads to the other world of light
From the darkness we were plunged into
They scornfully displayed the key before me
It was the key to the other world of light.
Tiredness suddenly zoom off me
As I regain my strength to continue to
Force my way out, off the men who held sway
For several moons only in darkness in a garden
Meant to be of light en-route knowledge.
Alas! My freedom came like a proverbial thief
The king of the jungle only in the dark.
For the misfit mistaken as men in our garden of light
They were swept off the ground, nurtured, captured
And ruptured into the dustbin of history,
As I regain freedom from the shackles of their fiefdom,
I shared the dream of me with other dreamers
That was me in my dream.
Alayande Stephen.T
13th,July,2006 , 9.49pm
Ali’s family fled the conflict between Lebanon and Israel,
When he was just a young child at the age of six months,
He was born without legs and now lives in London’s whirl,
And is a British Paralympic powerlifter with -59kg cloths.
He took powerlifting up when he was sixteen years old,
So made his city’s Paralympics where he finished fourth,
Before that he was a Judoka star, but then he lifted, hold,
Second place at the World juniors 2006, gold Euros forth.
The next year, 2008, he won gold again at World juniors,
Where he set three records: British junior and senior cool,
And also the European junior, and then he won gold stars,
At the 2015 Euros in Eger, Hungary, and so Rio’s his pool.
Young Ali Abass
He lain in a Baghdad hospital,
They said he had no hope.
Maimed and lost his family,
How did that young lad cope?
Torn apart by warfare,
So-called freedom for Iraq.
Try telling that to young Ali Abass,
He can't have his family back.
In an allied attack he lost his arms,
Lost his brother, his mum and his dad.
He had burns all over his torso,
So much pain for an innocent lad.
And yet that brave boy bears no grudges,
New arms though prosthetic they be.
He came to Great Britain to get them,
The joy on his face plain to see.
I'm sorry young man, for the hurt and the pain,
For the loss of your family too.
If only we could turn back time,
This would never have happened to you.
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,
You looked up to the skies
Praying angels would guide your voyage… sigh
Away for the brutality, of Assad and his war
You escaped, brothers three in arms
Loving, and wanting to build a better score
Wishing peace and happiness, to bury all wars strife
Dreams of an engineer filled with hope and new life
The irony is that you would have to fear
Some engineer before you, who let the fires
Kill the poor the small and unspoken ones
Assad you see appears in many forms
Evil and greed often born of the same seed
I only say to you and your brothers
We weep for you, one and all, no one should suffer
I too now, have a dream
A building, beautiful, majestic and masonically tall
Named after a builder who lost his future in London’s fall
To the British elite who care not at all
Dignity belongs to all people, no matter small or tall
What's my name
(Muhammad Ali)
By Michelle Morris
11/04/2021
I chose my own name and became a legend;
I refused to play your game and you tried to break me;
You lost because I rose and became the greatest;
I am a hero to the world - made it better regardless.
What's my name? Can you say it?
What's my name? I am the greatest!
What's my name? Don't have to fake it!
What's my name? I am the favourite!
I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee;
I am a boxer and a poet -
I am the best a man can be!
I am a leader, I keep rising;
I am courage and integrity surviving;
I am the hope of future leaders and
Create a legacy of believers.
What's my name? Can you say it?
What's my name? I am the greatest!
What's my name? Don't have to fake it!
What's my name? I am the favourite!
I am the best of my sport,
The greatest comeback, proven worth;
I chose to be Muhammad Ali,
Avoided war and political evil;
I became a legend in my time,
Stand up for family and home, what's mine;
No matter what, they'll remember me,
For my courage helped set men free.
What's my name? Can you say it?
What's my name? I am the greatest!
What's my name? Don't have to fake it!
What's my name? I am the favourite!
Don't count the days, make the days count -
One of my mottos that I spoke about;
Philanthropist and courageous warrior,
Civil rights and all freedom honoured;
I embraced all that I could be and
Lived a life as a man so free;
Moved mountains politically and
Left a legacy that's pure and real.
What's my name? Can you say it?
What's my name? I am the greatest!
What's my name? Don't have to fake it!
What's my name? I am the favourite!
© Michelle Morris, 2021
An HP Production
[Quiet on the set--roll'em]
KEY: Cast: P)Pip, B)Bob, R)Reinier, A/M)Anna/Madam
P)Evil, not rats, live on, start squeaking,
B)Noose fill lips, spill life soon, start swinging,
R)Sorry, something in my eye,
B)One rat down! Winning am I,
P)Bob, your persona tells you're self-hanging.
P)Bob, Reinier, risked eye, do like--Ava,
B)Pip, Dad types, yes, and I do like--Ada,
B)Her name's not--t ..., --no lemons?
P)Her name's got--t ..., --no melons?
R)Boy's meet; P)Melons! ..., B)Lemons! ..., A) No, it's Anna.
R)Bob, know of when the apple eye found,
B)Reinier, eye kept apple safe and sound,
R)Now other eye's more,
B)That'll increase your score.
R)Other eye's orchard hid peach spellbound
P)Anna? You know that King, who rules Siam,
A)Oh that's Hannah, and King Nin of Siam,
M)I am Eve's Madam,
B)And what of Adam?
M)Gen...e?, deep ..., peed ... garden where hangs I ... 'am.
[It's a do-over folks, (Ahhhh!?#@!) This time in, Mandarin--Numb chocks, Ready!]
From the Earth to the Sun, from Sea to Shiny Sea
there's no one Brighter than me, for I Am Mohammad Ali
from the Wind to the Stars, from the Fire to the Sage
I AM EXCELLENT, Forever Anyways
by Divine Grace, I Ascend Most Haste
no one does it better for Heavens Sake,
Born of the Solar, for I am of the Solar
Born of the Lunar, for I Am of the Lunar
I Am the Greatest of the Greats, there where Greatness plants seeds
I Am Ever Higher, Soaring Higher, I Am Mohammad Ali
from the Stars that Scintillate to the Kingdom that Shines Within
on High Ground, where Trumpets Sound, I Shine down like Jerusalem
Never Subpar, I Rise Afar to Greater Excellence
Float Like A Monarch, Glide like Fervidus, I Soar in Benevolence
from the Rivers that Flow to the Eternal Sonnets
to Infinity and Beyond, my Breath is Everlasting even in Death
I Am the Greatest of All Time my Shine is more Sweeter than Sublime
I Am the Champion, I Am Ever Up High
by Mighty Steeds and Mighty Creeds I Endeavor towards Israel
towards Lofty Paradigms and Lofty Citadels,
by Solar Prowess I Excel towards Solar Supremacy
not by Luck, not by Hope, but by Destiny
I Am Triumphant, I Am Victorious, I Conquer All
by Swiftness, by Spiritual Riches, by Battle Scars
I Am Ever So Powerful, by Power I Attain
in Lion Ways I Unlocked the Lions Cage,
and so, They Came, They Saw, that I Now Can See
for I AM FOREVER MOHAMMAD ALI