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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,
STANZA ONE
He had the heart of a lion
And the strength of a bear
Ripping his enemies apart
He would crush and tear
Man of steel
With charm and grace
No one can dare confront him
Or look at his face
He is all over the world
And all over the place
He stands on the silver clouds
And drift through the winds
The colour of his skin matters less
As long as he is bless
By God
Samson! David or my Mohammed Ali
Roosevelt or Lincoln
Whatever name you may be
Oh! Superman
He has come to rescue us from harm
I love the way he looks
His carriage and charm
You remind of Horatio Nelson
The way you fight with one arm
And he looks above the horizon like a demigod
His composure was calm and undisturbed
Oh! Superman
Messenger of God
He prays hard to the Almighty and serves the Lord
Oh Superman!
The strongest man I have ever seen
A man a thousand men can not win
He had the strength of Samson
And the wisdom of Solomon
He is the king of us all
But he will not acknowledge
that title
Firm like Stalin
When it is time to take a decision
Never look back
Takes no permission
The true hero of the revolution
Was Leon Trosky
Washington of our time
Deliver us from the Great Evil
No matter where it may be
Oh Superman! Oh Superman! Oh Superman!
He lives in me
I am determine to sacrifice my life
For the sake others
So that all men will be free
And stand for the rights of men
Where ever they may be
I will seek them in the lions den
And send evil doers to the past
With one blast
And that will be their last
STANZA TWO
He had the heart of a lion
And the strength of a bear
Ripping his enemies apart
He would crush and tear
Man of steel
With charm and grace
No one can dare confront him
Or look into at his face
Samson! David or my Mohammed Ali
Roosevelt or Lincoln
Whatever name you may be
Oh! Superman
When he was born an old witch
Saw a prophecy
That a king is coming soon
Because the Moon was still shining even at afternoon
And the sun was still sleeping in his lazy crib
To live a promising life of adventure
Little did his parents know
That he was a man as a child
Before he would grow
And his glory would glow
Like the Alpha Centauri
Oh Superman!
From dusk to dawn
He lays awake
And would take
Any challenge that comes his way
And would live his life like every other day
And he would live his life for the sake of others
Defender of justice and freedom
Thinks like an old sage
Because he has wisdom
Before
Before the world was made from space
Before the creation of the human race
Before the planting of the very first seed
There was the emotion of Love and the concept of need
Before the Good Lord made Adam and Eve dance
Before Cupid invented the idea of romance
Before politicians decided the position of their stance
There was little to divide us, it was left up to chance
Before the decisions were made to Govern,
Before Hansel and Gretel were put in the oven
Before the dinosaurs roamed the Earth
Before Mary herself gave the first Virgin Birth
Before Socrates spoke to his very first student
Before any activism or poitival movement
Before the first winter froze the very first trees
Before Romeo lost Juliette and was bought to his knees
Before Mozart composed his very first song
Before the concept of right and wrong
Before the notion of monetary exchange
Before the first book turned its very first page
Before the great Wisdoms that came from the sky
Before the grand visions in Leonardo Davinci’s genius eyes
Before the incisions by the very first surgeons
Before the decisions were decided as urgent
Before the great rulers like Caesar, Khan and Cleopatra
Before the great politicians like Barak Obama and Margaret Thatcher
Before Ludwig Van Beethoven’s very first composition
Before the first cancer patient was put in remission
Before they invented the human genome
Before ET got to eventually phone home
Before man walked on the surface of the moon
Before Frank Sinatra sung a moment too soon
Before the Human Rights Council was developed in The Hague
Before mankind developed courage or could recognize the brave
Before Nicola Tesla invented electricity
Before Elon Musk developed this concept for free
Before the woke generation ran away with the social narrative
Before feminist theory lost part of its prerogative
Before society became synonymous with technology
Before youthful ambition was lost to cynical ideology
Before Mohammed Ali put on his first boxing gloves
Before we all agreed that something undefined comes from above
Before the Noah sailed his arc and sent his peaceful dove
Before it was all invented, this world evolved from the essence of Love
The End
Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz 2023
One of my favorite album covers in which I like best
Includes some famous actresses like Marilyn Monroe and Mae West
Some very famous male Actors it also yields
Like, Marlon Brando, Huntz Hall and W.C. Fields
Stan Laurel, Oliver Hardy, and Bette Davis are also there
And so is Johhny Weissmuller, Oscar Wilde and Fred Astaire
There's the British Prime Minister- Robert Peel and Hindu Guru- Swami Sri
And there's Sonny Liston but there is no Mohammed Ali
There's Lenny Bruce and Bob Dylan and others you might know
And of course, the famous poet- "Edgar Allen Poe"
You'd have to be good to recognize them all
But it's easy to find- John, Goerge, Ringo, and Paul
Everybody has a locker
It's where we go, it's who we are
A number and a place
Our expertise awaits us there
And with it, our destiny
We find it or it finds us
Mohammed Ali had his eye on a locker with a championship belt inside
That was someone else's locker
And people said he didn't know his place
The critics were silenced when he wrapped his hands and put on gloves
Albert Einstein kept an odd locker
Haphazard notes. Ridiculous theories
The mathematical equivalent of a schizophrenic rant
Nobody knew this "lunatic" was rewriting science
He changed the world
There's an old locker in France that holds the sign of a warrior
Battered armor and a well used blade
It speaks of a hero
This locker held the allegiance of a nation and the respect of kings
It now holds the ashes of a fierce fighter who's footprint dented Europe forever
She was a teenage peasant named Joan of Arc
Everybody has a locker
We find it or it finds us
We can either hang our coats
Or walk on
By Kyle Ezra Kriticos
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