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im irish

im irish
outta new york
your 2 turn in a table
gutter pork
fake brass rings detailing how
wedding ventures
meet her news cow
ill and straight
the dhali llama's
trying to show you
how nazi's brew
throw in one jew
now celebrate the kings wife
she's hung like dmx on top of kobe
these are some objectives and adjectives
help sums grow up
grewsome's is a vowel
mispaced the sentence
outside your lyricist, my old acquaintance
clauses and gangs go back like jezebel
she his daddy, he dont ask for lunch
dumping registers at confession
the worlds gonna die
hes torching fella's
back to the doctoring
thats he has a phd
in patching news in
just as the aorta implodes
now momma's family used to drive mr patton
gotta clue about how robotic his dvr habits
i all alone, my lifes work is about housing laws
just for the hell of it, i'll describe why
people grow up in democracy
get flushed out in american
thats a credit card
nazi's embezzled our granparents with 'em
like holocaust bars
same old owner on the ship
rocking chairs and social security hips
oldest cons in the game
very honest 
still nobody to guillotine and blame 
his bank account never dark budgets
me im a egotistical calculator in your village


Ah Yeah Ooh

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Twenty Underrated Wrestlers Showcase Talents
 Of........
           Strength
           Endorance
            Agility
            Greco Roman
            Catch as Can

We got weightlifting
Stump pull contest
Greco Roman Challenges
Backflip contest
Tug of War

Your Wife or Girlfriend won't sponge off your
Fame here! Each man
Will be earning points from
Unnamed officials out and about
They won't be recognized until
After the official collection.
Venue Star Trophy will
Be given to the highest
Scoring individual.
He then will be paired
With the manager who
scores same 
That individual will
Get a World class
Trophy of Honor
And a World Championship
Opportunity with the
Champion .
The contract states
The Champion of the Thirtist day
Futures from this event is he
who will defend in a championship
role. A disqualifcation,a count out
Or default.
Where the Champion continues to
Hold the championship will
Automatically force a one time
rubber match!

Premium Member A New Kid On the Block

So this is Fremont, California
Circa nineteen sixty-nine,
Nice and bit of a tight-knit
Neighborhood, that is fine.

I am a honey tanned Hawaiian
In a nearly all white community,
With the only swimming pool
Thinks there is another opportunity.

Learned later that ours was it
For this part of the town,
And that would be none for the
Bunch of kids that I hang around.

Being the only kid of a different color
Other than those in this new school,
Though that did not bother me so
Except for a gang whose leader is a fool.

My dad is a Golden Glove winner back in Hawaii
Where he had taught me the ropes,
Having the ability gave me the ardor to be cool
And bypass the taunts and tease by some folks.

Until one day, the leader of the bullies
Stood in my way and was not letting me pass,
He pushed me back so I would fall, instead
With my fist, lands an uppercut to a chin of glass.

The rest stood back, all were aghast,
Their leader held his bleeding lip
And all his teeth were colored red
So, I raised my hand and gave them a finger flip.

With the friends that I had made
Together to the back fence of my house
Dropped our things over, then with our hands 
Gripped the upper part like Mighty Mouse.

Ten legs dangled on the other side
Released, falling onto the bench pool
Then stripped down to our BVDs
All five of us jumped into the waiting pool.

None could pronounce my last name, 'Kekaula'
Proper pronunciation is, Kaye-COW-la
Unbeknownst to my mom of my nickname
That my friends called me, 'Coca-Cola'.

So that was the young life that I have stored
In my treasured overflowing chest of memories
Indelible encryptions freely shared by me
Nowadays a smile known only to be my reveries.


Date: 06/08/2019
Form: Narrative

A Park Bench At Christmas

THE PARK BENCH AT CHRISTMAS>/centre>

Santa sits on a park bench with Rudolph by his side.
A mechanical fault on the loaded sleigh has interrupted their ride.
Never before has this happened, not in two thousand years.
But now the world would be flooded by a million children’s tears.
He’s sent a text to Mrs. Claus to tell her of their plight,
And his elves are fetching spare parts, speeding through the night.
So while he sits there waiting, knowing help is at hand,
He switches on his lap top, to e-mail each child in the land,
“My sleigh’s been giving trouble, there may be some delay.
This year you’ll have to be patient and wait ‘til Boxing Day”

November 2018
picture no. 3
Form: Rhyme

Elegy 'N' Eulogy For Mohammed Ali Clay

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,
Form: Elegy


Intersection

Early registration! Determination in his eyes , off we go to the land of isolation and independence.

It is what l asked for all my young life , now that it is here....l can't take it , l was warned that "lf you rush , you crush." Well what l blasted into existence is destroying my crops.

My face dunked in shame , what have l done? I just wanted so badly to grow up , be on my own but fishing tends to be tricky when hunting on a stormy day and it seems it's always stormy. Life right? What is the price of growth!?

Honesty , integrity , empathy , sympathise  and realize the true lies told by Pennywise.....the rotten grapes igniting within my veins deceiving me into supernova , oh my dejavu!

Late registration....the arrow of belief in the goodness pumping love into my being , Bloodmary of courage, yes l am young that makes me free and ready to excellerate.

Once Upon the Green Sea

Once  upon a time

I was, it seems like 100 years ago,
on an old fashion cargo ship, the carried all sorts
from potatoes, flour, machine parts, plastic flowers,
and tinned fruit, meat, and hats for the wife of the president
in Honduras. 
For some reason, there was a door in my store room
it led into a cargo hold I filled the larder till it looked
like a corner shop. My task was to keep the cost of living down, 
and the captain got a telegram from the company complimenting 
me on keeping the cost down.
When the ship birthed in some obscure port, the unloading
took a long time and there was time to go ashore
 have a bit of fun and a good steak with wine at a restaurant.
I was twenty-five and had a hell of a time, but nothing
lasts forever, the ship was sold to a Greek shipping company
and we all had to go home.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member I'M Ready To Rumble

If I were not afraid, I'd challenge my life long
enemy to a royal rumble.

It would be like the Muhammad Ali and 
' Smokin' Joe Frazier match.
Or like the 'Sugar' Ray Leonard and  Thomas 
' the hitman' Hearns fight.
I've been training my whole life so I know I
can take him down.

Oh I forgot to mention that match with ' Iron'
Mike Tyson and Buster Douglas.
Nobody was ready for Buster Douglas in
that stellar match.

I got to come like Buster did, if I want to beat
my opponent who is a big bully,
Who goes by the name of F. E. A. R….
I got to knock him out because he's held me 
back for far too long.


September 11, 2019
Contest: IF I WEREN'T AFRAID
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.

Boxing Day

The calendar said Boxing Day
But not to honor Cassius Clay
Or who he then became, Ali,
Or any boxer there might be.

And so I Googled to find out
Exactly what the day’s about.
In England, servants had to work
On Christmas Day, so as a perk

The next day they had off to rest,
Their own festivities suppressed.
Their masters, though, gave each some gifts,
Within a box, for spirit lifts.

The servants went to visit kin;
Their holiday could then begin
For most of them were very poor
And needed what the boxes bore.

Thus Boxing Day attained its place
As something that the Brits embrace
Although through time, traditions drop
And folks now use this day to shop.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Happy Day After

I’ve written about the day before Christmas…then added Christmas Day into the mix…
So it only seems appropriate that I write about December 26.

So…happy day after Christmas…like Christmas it’s a day that can enchant and captivate…but it has the disadvantage of arriving one day late.

December 26 knows it could be a day more people would adore…
If only it showed up a little earlier…if it had arrived one day before.

(Not to make light of Boxing Day or the Feast of St. Stephen…which on the 26th are on display…ill-fated,, however,  to be celebrated in the shadow of Christmas Day.)

Yes I’m afraid December 26th if destined forever to be cursed…
with the relative obscurity of the day that follows January 1st.

So today I celebrate all those days who just because of their one-day lateness
are destined to travel down the path of history...one day away from greatness.

We remember the first man on the moon…how Neil Armstrong led the way…
while the second Buzz Aldrin, is as remembered as they day after Valentine’s day

We remember Edmund Hillary, the first to scale Mt. Everest one cold and fateful day
but who remembers, Tenzing Norgay, the sherpa who accompanied him on his way?

Mt. Everest it’s the tallest mountain in the world but the second is almost as high
Yet K-2 is only an afterthought, kind of like the 5th day of July.

Amelia Earhart was the first to fly across the Atlantic Ocean…at her many accolades were hurled…but did you know the second, Geraldine Mock..actually made it all the way around the world?

Isn’t it funny how life works, for none of us could have foreseen 
that Geraldine would be a footnote in history…like the day after Halloween.

But such is the way the calendar unfolds, from January to December
some days, like people are destined for greatness…while others we hardly remember.

I think it’s time we change all that and give these days and people their due.
for I believe second places and days after deserve a home in our hearts too.

So hold your chin up December 26th, today is your day to shine…
after all you could show up only every 4years…like February 29.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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