Long Champ Poems
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If you’re having a birthday,
You’re lucky if you
Have a Brett in your life
Who will know what to do.
He will greet you with music
Right when you arrive
And so many balloons
You’ll forget the long drive.
A slideshow of mem’ries
Will play on a loop,
As will songs by your favorite
Singer or group.
A birthday tiara
And pin will appear
With some sparkly leis
To create festive cheer.
Brett will barbecue sausage
And burgers with cheese
And his mom will add so many
Fixin’s to please.
Of course, there’ll be presents –
Too many to name
And a beautiful cake.
(If you miss it, a shame!)
The Brett in our lives
Met our daughter at camp
And for 25 years
He’s come through like a champ.
We are grateful to know him,
So glad that they met.
Wish that you had a Brett
In your life, too, I’d bet!
It’s the last of the snow
Spring finally arrived
Time to get ready for battle
Time to get my little hands
On my bag of marbles
Way up there since winter
Abandoned on my bookshelf
A droopy, limp blue velvet bag
But today a long lost friend
So proud, so bold and so bright
Protector of my priceless collection
Glass and steel weapons of rolling destruction
I undo the golden drawstring
Close my eyes and reach into the dark
Cloister of clicking clacking spheres
They run through my fingers
Feeling better than gold through a miser’s hands
Aggies, immies, cats eyes, steelies
and the most dangerous, mibs
Big fat bully marbles capable of
Knocking all of the competition
Johnnie had better watch out this year
Last year’s champ
Johnnie’d been lucky
A shark, wincing his good eye and
Whack, all the marbles dispersed
With brutal force they would fly
Like a big exploding rainbow
Fragments scattered on the ground
Crushing… yet really awesome
When he pulled out his mib
We knew we were done
But this year will be different
This year I’m more determined
Practiced each move in my head
Like a general devising his attack
Spit shined alleys, aggies,
Jumbos, glass ones ready for action
Aggies, my luckiest by far
Leaving for school full of schemes and ploys
On the way defiantly sizing up opponents
Eyeing the size of the enemies’ arsenal
Running fingers through mine
Challenging anyone carrying a loot
We had watched the yard for days
Barely contained our determination
The last of the snow clung stubbornly to school walls
Dry patches would proclaim the official opening day
Our first spring tournament could begin
And today is the day we all know it
Recess rings, doors open; “Hooray”
Is all we hear across the dried yard
As groups knuckle down to play for keepsies
Winners keepers, losers weepers
Hear that chittery clickety click clack melody
Johnnie is there full of snickering confidence
So sure he can perpetuate his reign
But he doesn't know how hard I’ve practiced
How much I want to earn his loot
Crush him and any other rival
Who dares to show off
Ready
Get set
Aim just perfectly right
Written collaboration with PATRICIA CRESSWELL
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I have come to the end of my tether today and although you think I’m adorable
Enough is enough put your camera away for what you are doing is deplorable
You promised to take only three or four pics that you want for a memory book
Enough is enough no more coercing, or a black eye you’ll get from my left hook
Hear what I say just look into my eyes; I could be a heavyweight champ
Move in too close you will get a surprise, losing my fuse I’ll kick and I’ll stamp
Inside I'm smiling, a sweet little lad, but if I’m provoked what else can I do
Must nurture a smile without further ado; this look could cause fights to ensue
Peaceful at last no cameras in view, just you and me cuddling like we always do
Cooing and smiling, nothing to fear; it’s all on my face Mum I’d never hurt you
9th January 2019
Competition: Baby Face what’s you THINKIN - Baby B
Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr
3rd placement
Been down, been out, so what's new champ?
Nothing but these same old scars of empty dreams,
So when's your sun gonna rise from these ashes brother,
Cut the song, kill this tape, bumming my kozmic vibes,
When it's said an' done, you're lost in everlasting excuse,
Gotta pull that rope, chase this hope, put on that yoke,
Of self presentation to the masses through this choked voice,
My hand's out, but not for cash; your prayers' rollin' down,
Crack my skull into motion on this empty street heading out of Eden,
Ya know; I'm Cain's son, but i ain't losin' face, i'm runnin' this race,
At night under neon, mixing these harmonies in time with the beat of the world,
Yeah, I'm a nobody; nobody you ever gonna forget when I put this melodic strain in
your brain,
Cut these tracks like cuttin' teeth, take a bite son an get the taste for success,
Gotta get lyrical, spiritual, cause fear is all that's standin' in your path of that new
day comin',
Waken thine soul in fiery passions anew, and hit the streets with your hustle and
drive,
And don't forget the flow on the side.
(FREESTYLE)
A cobra on the land is a cobra in the shrubs and still the cobra on the hills
The fire that ravages the grasses fear no Greenness of the forest
It first wears them rags and strips them naked
Dare not my laughing hyena
I cleanse the bones and make them hopeless even in the life aftermath.
I don't just bark.... I bite and crack to the marrow.
Feel like roaring like a lion that I am
King of the jungle
Still the champ in the Royal rumble
The face doesn't make me humble
I run and ruin the hurdles
In scores of minutes i do double
In all of these, still I don't tumble
Girls dem daddy, but they call me uncle
Cos i conquer the heavy Ukwu ukwu
Don't give a damn about the looku looku
Won nfi oju ana wo oku
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(FM CONCEPTUAL)
I'm sitting pretty biding my time
Staying real quiet towing the line,
For President Biden, that lovely old man
Playing the game as only I can.
Why make loud waves, somehow act up,
When everything soon will fall in my lap,
Quiet will do it, with a giggle or two,
Hold my cards close and see this thing through.
Joe barely knows and doesn’t much care
When all he can muster is the 50 yard stare,
Once a great man now just a shell
Hell of a shame he can't hear the bell.
Time is my friend for as every week passes,
The closer I get to those fawning masses,
Cheering me on as I take our great oath
Sealing my path, cementing my growth.
Joe's a mere tool I’ll use till I'm ready,
But it needs to be soon as he's ever less steady,
Have him beat Trump, that foul mouthed buffoon,
Then on to dear Joe who shan't be immune.
The Media will gush, but just for a bit,
While I contentedly wait and quietly sit,
One gaffe way too many, they'll call for his head,
And here am I ready to jump in instead.
Madam President, sure has a ring,
A fine tune Beyonce will conjure and sing,
As to the fact I wasn't elected,
Who cares if it's me that must be selected.
For those that once doubted my
inscrutable skills,
It gives me the goosebumps and even the chills,
I socked it to Hillary and Trumped the great chump,
So call me Kamala, the Queen and a Champ.
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(12/01/2024)
Friday morning,
Words do fall short when I am trying to express my feelings in this written language. But anyway come to Daddy and listen to all his confessions. From the very first moment we crossed paths, I felt a connection that surpassed the ordinary; It was magical how our souls entwined, like strings on a musical instrument we aligned. they say real recognize real; it was my soul that run to yours on that day, i recooo... Aghh??????? a story that cannot be understood. There is one thing that is certain and true; Your presence is a constant source of comfort, just like a blanket so cozy on a day so chilly, wrapping me in warmth and reassurance, a feeling so golden, Rosey ??. Sthandwa, As I reflect on this ongoing journey, I can genuinely say I am grateful for the beautiful memories we've created together. Every shared experience with you feels like a page from a storybook, written with love and laughter. Je t'aime (i love you) more than words can express. Through you, i've experienced true love; imagine you stayed by my side during my toughest days, saying, "through thick and thin, i am not letting this bond break but i want our connection deepen," and instead of leaving you offered me a comforting shoulder. You've seen me at my best and held me during my worst, and your love remained a constant. I owe you alot. You trusted me with your plans since you believed in me that us together they will come to pass. With you, I've discovered the true companionship. It's not just about the grand gestures, but those everyday moments where we share dreams, fears, and laughter. Consider how you understand me without words, and how you support my aspirations with unshakable belief. You are not just my partner; you are my confidante, my biggest cheerleader, and that only person who sees a Champ in me even when the world whispers "Loser". As i continue this journey, With you by my side, I am confident that each upcoming page will be filled with love, growth, and shared adventures. I already cherish the chapters we are yet to write. Our love story, my favorite book.
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XOXO
Truly yours.
-No copyright ©? reserved-Explicitly in the public domain.
BY Yousef Alfil.
To be inspired, I suck the Muses' breasts;
and, like young babes that thirst for tender milk,
and for health from their mother's nippled chests,
I champ the teats sublime for strains of silk.
O god-like breasts from whence beauteous rhyme
proceeds and flows (which sustain with dulcet songs),
what swan, what bard, what poet can these feast-time
glands make go wrong!? Their nourishment makes them strong.
O thou bare-bosom'd Muses so divine!
Be all mine, and I'll be thine: for as heir,
I'll glut earth with breastmilk's rhymes, line by line,
so all men grow through verses everywhere.
O Muses! With potent breasts so nourishing,
soon all the world's souls will be flourishing.
At 7 am, I found time
filling my mouth with
coffee-brimmed grinds;
my hand circling a porcelain
mug and dropping sugar,cube by
cube, into the murky liquid;
never expecting it to be
sweet enough to drink.
Then by noontime, my fingers
designed a crepe kite
heavily trimmed along its tail
that it landed on
a neighbor's fence. I needed
to make this day a fruitful one,
as I feigned sick , mumbling
on the phone about a vicious
cough--- frazzled and bored
from a dreadful Wednesday, yet
looking at that dead kite,
I felt really like a champ. My sense
of perfection tells me,
this day is a one good shot!
Victory to the champ, who perseveres through it all
One smelted and refined through life's red-hot furnace
Who was all beaten down and yet clawed his way back each and every time.
Cheers to our friends who battled internal demons in secret.
And yet sought not the "easy way out."
For they held on to life through all travails.
Cheers to the villains who cursed at us with bitterness.
For they only propelled us to greater plains.
Though we passed through the eye of the needle
We yet cherished the precious, priceless gift of life.
For life's a path fraught with despair at each and every turn, but we sought a greater tomorrow.
Ever telling ourselves, "Things can only get better."
No matter how scared we were, it was our mantra.
Seeking out green pastures in pestilence and drought
Cheers to the ones who blessed us with their fellowship at each phase of our lives.
They taught us life's integral lessons.