Short Champ Poems
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its dynamite when i sing,but better when jossswings,beat that cuss champ,any
tramp,cant carry my joy,let alone my lamp.
of all she made the call
stood by
never told us a lie
with us do or die
no matter ifs its a ramp
SHE THE
MOTHER CHAMP
dad your the best
we'll never forget
tho your at rest
our life is set
as your on heaven
ramp
your or the
MPFATHER CHAMP
Coming independent
Home is where the heart is
Always striving to be better
Mastering the art of life
Passing strengths to others
he prove to be
heavenly
now he was call home
ite where he belong
his sprit flows high
up on a ramp
he is the
CHAMP IN THE SKY
The race horse ran for his life
The champ wanted to win twice
But he took a fall
Against a hard wall
So, now he's square like a dice
The king of the camp,
An absolute champ--
The flavor of vic'try was sweet.
But sorry to say,
His arrogant way
And pride dragged him down to defeat.
Form:
Rain shouldn't keep me from feeling fine,
I'd drive to City Field by five...
to watch tall Peter
cheering for Jeter...
a champ nurtured by manly pride.
We all made fun of their swimming champ.
Ate KFC beside him, fingers damp.
He won every race.
Putting us in our place.
We mailed him off to Colonel Sander’s Camp.
Tour de farce.
So bold
Too old
I tried
To ride
A bike
Just like
A champ
Got cramp
Too rash
Big crash.
10 / 24 / 2016.
your strong
help me go on and on
from day i was born
you set my tone
stood by me
and sister and brothers
won' t say of all other
your the
CHAMP OF ALL MOTHERS
we’re in France
fantasy France
good ball
I like France
hand wobble
your the champ
I’m your Caddy
good ball
It’s DuChamp
Cause we’re in France
Call me Caddy DuChamp…..
"The Greatest"
Muhammad Ali
the greatest of all time champ
butterfly and bee
WTA-IV 6/10/2016
Some say...Walt Whitman's the poet's champ!
His works were well read, by dim oil lamp.
But, oh so long winded,
Those words never ended...
Woe, ritual champ of reader's cramp
His Last Fight
Muhammad Ali was a three time heavyweight champ
Who leaves his opponents with his stamp.
He believed he could not be beat,
But years of fight brought him down deep.
Face you fear .
Don't be afraid.
Show it whose boss by stepping into the ring.
You may not win on the first try, but there are other rounds.
So in the last one knock it out , and be the champ.
Form:
Ramp
champ
Lets go camp,
In the camp
we got trap,
steady fast
long last,
In the disc
to much risk,
you got toy
I got joy,
one for you
one for me,
I hit you
you hit me,
we got fun
Time to run..!!
Kingdom of War makes history
Child to old spends time misery
Wounded hungry suffers to death
Dead Warriors has no champ math
World’s nation out of harmony
© Mahtab Bangalee
18 October, 2023
Chattogram
Mohammed Ali
Dancing in the ring
Flying like a butterfly
Eying the title-world champ
He took on anyone
The belt was his to hold...
Until defeat...he shakes a hand
He fought Joe Frazier three times
He was the greatest boxer
Limerick : Once a Heavy Weight was given a choice
Once a Heavy Weight was given a choice
Either to eat rice or curried lice
Mice in his training camp
Carried lice for their champ
So he ate raw rice with curried mice.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
All the boys and girls
run to her soft call;
Like a howling wind
is how it beckons,
they cannot resist;
Sweet lollipops
young lips tickle;
Saliva builds
for a gumdrop;
Enduring
the torment
like a champ;
Candy
will eat
kids.
Kitty Ghost Host
My cat Champ's a gracious host this Halloween night
Filling each bag with three Snickers and a Kit-Kat bite
But is reality blurring?
Champ floats by me purring
He's a translucent ghost-host, such a frightful sight!
The young man was tough
and got his job done.
A heavyweight Champ
at just twenty some.
Most of those men
who gave it a run.
Were flat on the canvas
from a right uppercut.
Iron Mike was a Bad Man
and tough as they come.
A World Champion,
He, Retains the only one.
Rival Players in Dangerous Rough Waters
brimming
swimming
skimming
trimming
Champ rivals are brimming, swimming prize,
stunned watching the skimming, trimming lies.
1-19-2018
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Boulder shoulders,
bursting biceps,
terrifying to see,
a menacing mountain
of a muscle-man
he used to be.
Now, bedridden,
he wilts away his days
till the end arrives.
This nursing home's
locked doors hide
closing and closed lives.