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I knew him first as Cassius Clay,
“The Greatest,” as he claimed.
His many titles proved that he
Was accurately named.
He “floated like a butterfly”
Yet he was brash and bold.
He stung opponents “like a bee”
And left a few out cold.
Although a boxer through and through,
You might say to the core,
The one place he refused to fight
Was in the Viet Nam War.
He lost his license for that stand,
Excluded from the ring
For several years, but then returned
Triumphant as a king.
His years of taking endless hits
Led sadly to disease,
For even as “the greatest”
Life provides no guarantees.
I’m not a fan of fighting sport
In any form, but yet
I’ll mourn Ali, the fearless champ
The world will not forget.
IN ABSENCE OF COMPLICATION
In the absence of complication
trials and tribunals become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes
inspiring forthcoming musing of mind.
Granting journey of life easy and smooth,
apprehending bright future welcoming,
seeming success awaiting ahead sent from favorable fate.
expecting downfall or defeat to eradicate absolute.
Confidence soaring high and higher.
Yet doubt and confusion!
Over-expectation may not invite blunder or frustration!
Life is not a fragrant flower bed
Rather to apprise in brief:
Life is blended with joy and grief
showering simultaneous on us
It’s not wise to surrender solely, anticipating flow of fervent fortune.
Zeal and zest aspiring to sail to explore boundless sea.
Troubles, hurdles even reappear, good to be fearless.
Better to ignore and delete the three terms ‘If’, ‘perhaps’, ‘but’.
When shore is unreachable, best to settle on abyss.
11/20/19
Second Place
'Complete The Poem 'In The Absence of Complication' Contest by Silent One
SONG OF HOPE
Verse I Eternal power cascades to pour down
Hold that energy as your crown.
. Awakened life transparent nice
Bright luminous through sacrifice.
Verse 2 Take lessons from adversity.
Ruthless trouble shows no pity
your sacred nectar emissions
bringing success on your missions
Chorus Start fearless song on good missions
Destroy doubts and all confusions
Honest thoughts to make decisions
Proceed dauntless with orison.
Verse 3 Earnest devotion on day and night
Make quest for goal in delight.
Overcome all dullness and darkness.
Chase away fatigue and obsess.
Verse 4 At the end, waiting victory
to greet with triumph and glory
Death or demise on transition
to achieve reincarnation
Chorus Start fearless song on good missions
Destroy doubts and all confusions
Honest thoughts to make decisions
Proceed dauntless with orison.
07/30/20
'A Song of Hope' Contest by John Hamilton
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You will find me fearless
I am master of my own strength
Shout out the word ; c o u r a g e
Always hardworking, not strenuous
a beacon of hope
Fearless heart, attitude bold
The vision of exploring
daring to move mountains
I
promise
you
Violent storms may attack
and untested strength may fail
Put the lessons on your soul
ignore the brake
Certain things capture my attention
The steadfast Edelweiss
drenched in dew
Breath of almighty
I
promise
you
Remember me…your name
Rolls off the tongue…you’re on my mind day and night and
Right now, I can’t shake off the thoughts of you…determination become serpentine to my young heart…pound vigorous life into me, dynamic, gracious angel with a dazzling, shimmering halo dancing above your head…hovering
‘Round your head…spinning to and fro like the Earth…going
‘Round me as if I was your sun, giving life and light to you…giving you a frame of fearless faith and deleting the fears that dare haunt you…You
Rock my universe…you were a blessing in disguise and a curse in reverse in every single verse…
Rotate around me…I’ll be your sunlit, hope
Rays, giving it my all to comfort you during this night of terror…that’s right
I adore you and you were my friend from the start – you completed me like a series of endless books…you inspired me to write with my might and you
Really made a big impact in my life…I was awe-inspired…your
Rose cheeks…they flush with vermillion, vibrant compassion…I have no clue what to do…being with you makes me feel good enough to be on your level of total success – I was in distress, but I feel satisfied,
Roaming in the maze of mesmerizing reality…you are my dream of
Reality…I was trapped in the pit of my poverty and despair, but you unchained me from the
Ribcage that concealed my dreams…and broke them into shards of
Rubbish – am I saying words of nonsensical weirdness? With a hushed voice, sing to me your tunes, passions, melodies and muses of blessed bliss…I lost my train of thought and these…these…
Nearer My God (The Band Played On)
"Nearer, My God, to Thee" played on. . .
calmly played by eight who stood upon
A sinking deck. That fearless band
Just played at nobody’s command
As if in strange oblivion!
Surely some serenity was drawn
That night by all those hanging on
To hope and hearing strains so grand. . .
Nearer my God.
They vanished long before the dawn,
But for those eight, a prize was won.
For though they’d not return to land,
They’d all been strong and selfless and
Would know a better place anon. . .
Nearer my God.
For Paula Swanon's Contest:
Just Poetry
Our fear of pain intrudes upon
The calm we have inside,
So forcing us, then, to control
It bravely; not to hide.
Steadfast and strong, that courage found
Is all we need to show;
That manliness - Andreia, yes -
Will strike your fears a blow.
Andreia - courage, fortitude,
The strength to pass the test -
The word comes here from ancient Greece;
The word means manliness.
Andreia is a trait for all,
However, not just men,
For every person must be brave
To face their fears again.
If you can face the battles, foes,
And trials of every kind
With courage (not just bravery),
You’ll be master of your mind.
Bravery is fearlessness;
I’d trust one’s courage more,
For courage is being scared,
But still going through the door.
After all, the fearless man
Will always stand his ground,
But courage makes the coward stand
When he wants to lie down.
When problems rise for us to face,
Our circumstances dire,
With courage find solutions that
Our problems there require.
The only ones who know the joy
Of life has faced their fears,
Controlling them with courage and
Enslaving them these years.
If you can master what you fear,
You’ll turn the tables on
What frightens you. You’ll be a man,
You’ll have fought fear, and won.
So tell me not in sorrow how
Your fears still play with you.
Have courage, dear heart, show your fear
That you can play games, too.
Security comes from within,
So make brave thoughts your aim;
Show Andreia, and beat your fear -
Best fear at fear’s own game.
He said last night in bed with fear he lay,
believing he might die. How sick he was!
He used to be so fearless and would say
he had the right in his grandfather’s clause
to bypass death! Despite his many woes
(his problems with bad kidneys, lungs and heart),
with back hunched over, on and on he goes . . .
If he were on a stage, he’d play the part
of jester, for he jokes how he feels great!
This man - whose eighty-seven years of life
once granted him success in a past state -
has worked so hard and loved his now-dead wife.
We did not hear him laugh the other day.
He said last night in bed with fear he lay.
May 8, 2022
for Emile Pinet's Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
More often, her soul widens
farther than breaths of a moon...
and through irreverent eyes,
she saunters into the ledge of woods
past time's curfew and nobility --
a wanton stroll by this sylph
daring the commoness of old rules--
Twirling along pebbles and sand,
kindling night's liniment glorious
like the flared climb of dusk,
her wildfire spews a wanton blaze ----
fearless like some insolent woman
rising from mediocrity, burning oil
while dragonflies sleep in a lull ;
her navel radiant in the flickering,
feathering night with such
stubborn will...a maverick defying
traditional anthems of her nun's school.
Yet, this flared essence turns into warmth
as she tenderly flushes my fears at night
to hold the moon soft blue
while her arms delight in classic tunes,
cleansing my tears with hums
of ardor...and wings spread on
hope's ride divinely beaming with grace:
Mother.
Mama- light tenderly cuddles me;
each sky, each ream of grass
healing my rough, young adult soul...
Semblance veneer, a city's fear,
cadence for ears, all who are brave.
The rash of feet, like fleeing deer,
No rest until their souls are saved.
Canyons of steel and glass allow,
crossed windowed eyes that do not trust.
The same old story comes hollow
to the unconcerned, just like us.
Smack the facade, a headstrong plea,
from lack of yield on some cold ground.
For every crack, a fantasy,
and from each step, a hollow sound.
It's the snare of the promising,
the hit mode of the undeterred.
Not lacking the street-racked sounding,
by one, to be observed.
A thousand fearless and one bold fictions,
soles worn thin against the gray.
A pledge for their inclinations,
conquer another taxing day.
Bang the surface, a steady feat,
A benchmark of yearning we hold.
To gain a spot on this grand street,
Not to be measured with the old,
the failed, shattered, and the muted.
Who fell before they gained their goal?
We grow and push, we're not routed,
metro's our will, no claim, no hold.
Smash the dumb mask, a damnation,
It's evidence of what we face.
We tread ahead, we don't question,
Our nature molds a nonstop pace.
In this arcade, snakes slithered maze,
We find our meaning, find our grace.
Rest our weary bones on some chaise,
We're winning in this urban race.
Stalked digi-miles to cough out debt,
found in scruffy leather and frayed.
'Hail Mary' caused tears as they wept,
bills paid, I'm made whole, time for trade.
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