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Iran seized 66 American hostages in 1979
held 52 for more than a year
The pressure on Jimmy Carter was too much to bear
So, the President attempted a rescue mission
though it failed, he just couldn’t do nothing
Yet on the day of 'Dutch' Reagan’s inauguration
Iran released all 52, because RR did ‘something’
That ‘novel something’ that Ronnie R. did
He talked tough, didn’t blink an eyelid
Today, Joe Biden gives away billions to the mullahs
like Santa Claus, he’s such a ‘jolly good fella’…
And where is the outcry today
for the 20 Americans still in harm’s way
Seems Americans have taken a shine to Hamas*
for which the hostages and their families
are at quite a loss
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* Hamas is Iran's proxy in Gaza, and in Yehuda and
Shomron, (aka 'The West Bank' of the Jordan River).
There are six more who must be toasted
From the side which Internazionale roasted
On that victorious day in the sun
When in Lisbon the Champions' Cup they won.
In goal was Ronnie Simpson,the consummate veteran
Who spoiled many an opposing side's scoring plan
This was the greatest moment of a great career
Which will be spoken of for many a year.
Tommy Gemmell the flamBhoyant left back
Was easily picked out of this distinguished pack
His golden hair glinting in the sun
As he hit his cannonball shot on the run
This glorious and unstoppable equalizer
Proved to be the Celtic appetizer.
Alongside him but straightforward and sound
Jim Craig of whom St Gerard's was rightly proud
He pulled the teeth of many an attack
And played the part of safe right back
Right at the heart of the Parkhead engine room
Bobby Murdoch,whose skill could always lift any gloom
He produced that vital shot
From which Stevie his priceless goal got
Up front was Wallace of Will o' the wisp fame
Who added extra subtlety to the Celtic game
Inside the box many goals he ghosted
About which he could have boasted.
But let us not ever forget the great Jock Stein
The greatest Celtic manager there has ever been
His West of Scotland lads he shaped into a team
Adding the European Cup to achieve Celtic's dream
He was the astute mastermind behind this eleven
And brought to Paradise the nearest thing to heaven.
Every one of these men deserves to be lauded to the sky
But that remains a task for a far better minstrel than I
Now closes this poem about a team which has no equal
Whose unique victory ought to have brought a sequel.
Rich Dodson, Ronnie King, and Kim Berly
hailed from the Western Canadian city of Calgary.
They were in a group calling themselves “The Rebounds”.
In the mid-sixties, they were creating their sounds.
Three guys left the group, and what was left was a trio.
The remaining boys would soon relocate to Toronto.
Dodson, King, and Berly went on to fortune and fame.
“The Stampeders” would be this new group’s name.
They won a lot of Canadian and American hearts
when “Sweet City Woman” hit the top of Billboard’s charts.
The group is back together, and still around today.
Watch out for them in concert. They may be coming your way.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for the information I obtained to write this poem.
The King of Rock n Roll
Met the King of kings
The Queen of Soul
Met the King of kings
The Prince of Pop
Met the King of kings
Tuff Gong
Met the King of kings
Road Test Ronnie
Met the King of kings
The Big Man
Met the King of kings
The Sky Dog
Met the King of king
The Mozart of Rock Guitar
Met the King of kings
The Hardest Working Man in Showbusiness
Met the King of kings
The Lizard King
Met the King of kings
Bonzo and the Ox
Met the King of kings
The Man in Black
Met the Kings of kings
Moon the Loon
Met the King of kings
The Professor
Met the King of kings
The Purple One
Met the King of kings
The Genuis
Met the King of kings
The Caruso of Rock
Met the King of kings
The Queen of Rock n Roll
Met the King of kings
The Gambler
Met the King of kings
The First lady of Country
Met the King of kings
The Prince of Darkness
Met the King of kings
One day I hope to meet
The King of kings
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori Contest Name:Ronnie James Dio 6/6/25
"Inspired by the energy and strong Vocals of the new member Ronnie James Dio Song "Heaven and Hell" from the album Heaven and Hell-Black Sabbath
Released 18 April 1980 Recorded October 1979
Studio Criteria Recording, Miami, Florida Studio Ferber, Paris
Genre Heavy metal Length 7:minutes Label Warner Bros.
Songwriter(s)Ronnie James Dio Tony Iommi Geezer Butler Bill Ward"
notes by the poet. - Unable to embed copy of song - Technical Difficulties.
Intoxicated by confusion.
A magic trick full of illusion.
Roll the dice.
Roll it twice.
Your a winner.
I see you are a sinner.
I can tell no one will gain.
Ride or die, feel the pain.
Beguile me with your song.
Everything goes wrong.
Tempted by the devil.
Take me to your level.
The devil cannot create.
Die or ride, Heaven will wait.
Precise moves when you dance.
Demented, there's no romance.
By the roadside you fell.
This isn't hell.
Ride or die.
Or know the reason why.
So much energy.
Babe come back to me.
The dancer creates ways to move.
Singer sings along to the groove.
Riding is my Utopia, to fall, my damnation.
The singer is my salvation.
Suffer with the dancer.
Hate spreads like a cancer.
It's Heaven and Hell, you know.
The easy way out, go with the flow.
There is a golden rule.
Pity the wild one, the dancer.
Look for the answer.
The world is full of Divas.
They want us to be believers.
Cheats and liars so dark hearted.
They wont be parted.
Pariahs of that kind.
They mess with your mind.
They gain your trust.
Then turn you to dust.
Dont be a fool.
Follow the rule.
Inspired by Ronnie James Dio song
"Rainbow in the dark".
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Again, shadows dance tonight—
this time, a grim tear swims down my cheek
as the light became less dim when the
thunder struck—
the cold scolds my hold, and I lost my grip,
reminding me I am free, like the lightning.
But morning light fades into the dark;
the night has totally consumed it.
I become lonely, like a rainbow
left to shiver in a dark sky.
The ghosts of my wife and children whisper
from somewhere above the roof—
their chill cry, as they succumbed to my rage,
reverberates from a broken mirror
I left in the dark tunnel of my conscience.
I am a lie, and I am shy that I know why.
My world is lived without words,
so I only mime to a fake rhyme.
Yet the morning light is lost in the distance,
with only a single star left in the dark sky.
I am like a shadow in a crowd;
my torment is like an echo in an empty room.
Inspired by Ronnie James Dio Song : Sacred Heart
In the dark opaque night
across the space of silence,
through the wasteland of your ravaged existence,
you take the ordained journey forsaken,
but the track of travail in illusive time you lose
within the gloomy labyrinth of torment.
Trudging at the edge of tolerance you hear
the sane spirit whisper, this journey has no end.
In the fold of the desolate soul in agony
you see the dismal sky crash down.
Buried in the dark debris of mystique hope
you pray for the light of the almighty.
The broken dreams don’t return,
for you can’t mend their wings to fly
in the recreated sky of the mangled mind,
but time restructures your daydream,
raise you free from the ruins of desire,
you drift through the rainbow arch.
You travel liberated from the clutch of evil
on the blessed inward journey.
In the sanctum of the devout essence
at the edge of the enlightened eternity,
you perceive the divine glow of the inner sun,
ethereally illumining the hallowed soul.
Unthinkable
Unimaginable
Nightmarish
Devastating
Heart-rending
Knee-trembling
Insanity
Derangement
Untethered
Unhinged
A madman
almost pulled
the Nuclear trigger
in Ukraine
'cos things weren't going his way
Horror of horrors...
Kennedy faced down Khrushchev
Reagan toppled the wall
But JFK and Ronnie are long gone
We must stop Putin
Led by YOU, Joe Biden
We must stop Russia
Led by YOU, Kamala Harris
You are the leaders we've got ~
Get up off of the sidelines
and enter the fray
Take some pride in the USA
and its armed forces
ready to spring into action
at your command
Activate the best military
in the world to STOP
Russia and Putin, to
REMOVE Evil Incarnate, to
SILENCE this Monster
and his cursed countrymen
FOREVER ~
before it's too late
my block got bones
made of brick and breath.
she bleed through cracked hydrants,
catch cigarette ash like snowflakes,
and see like a fly to death.
her ribs? fire escapes-
bent, rust-bit, bruised.
kids dangle off ‘em like loose teeth,
their joy just one cracked step from falling.
she don’t blink.
she sees the crackhead two buildings over
lean so far out the window
it look like gravity let go on purpose.
she sees the baby-faced boy
swipe an apple from the fruit stand,
run like his momma’s belt already in mid-air.
she hears the couple across the courtyard
curse in two languages at once—
“coño, cabrón, i told you don’t touch my phone!”
plates crash like punctuation.
she know who did it. always.
remember joe? down the block?
she know it was lil ronnie shot him—
don’t matter what his momma said on the news.
she know when the baby’s daddy ain’t coming back.
she know which apartment got roaches,
and which girl been sneaking out
with borrowed lashes and somebody’s man.
she see the 13-year-olds roll up outside the laundry,
blow smoke like they men already,
moms swearing they honor students
while they tag walls with their street names in sharpie.
she see grandma on 4c
push that stroller with one hand,
baby crying, bottle hanging,
other kids yelling “nana, i’m hungry!”
while her daughter chase smoke and basslines down lenox.
she don’t talk much,
but she remember everything.
her silence ain’t peace—
it’s storage.
she carry folks’ stories
like groceries up six flights.
she don’t sleep easy. never did.
she hums lullabies in radiator heat,
carries secrets in stairwell echoes,
and if you listen close,
you might hear her say your name too.
Strictly assigned to confine,
The world need my eyes to surely comply,
I'm battling the gestures of 'don't try',
Mouths wage confusions from deep reply,
You're sensing it in conceated line,
Fame and dollar would get your dapper fine,
Do'nt assume!
Mum won't get you back to presume,
The niggas are competing with double cheques from room,
Digital conformity next to push reign into doom,
Crazy for left over,...charlie,
Take me to the salon,
Shave my face to look like 17th century snoop,
Ambitious to win the heart of humanity in part two,
Seal the spoken word from heavenly route,
Negros talks about real nipper sailing to the top,
In fact,who is piling my motives into shock,
Newton is licking his fingers on golden rock,
Yeah,...Yeah...Yeah,
The game did drown with hustlers,
I was their chief among paupers,
Yet,society don't believe were we sat behind counters,
Life in me shows the conspiracy of laughters,
Immigrants toes removed to add more members,
Edified,...rectified...mobilised on assessed numbers,
Catch my little bird to tell you much of my profound chambers,
We've made it to the onion thrown of lovers,
Charlie....
Give me real prunks to elliminate total view of dream killers,
The world seek for my hope in priceful hampers.