on the ropes: pummelled;
somehow, he stays on his feet: the bell ends the round!
His arms were too short to box with God,
so God sent him down for more sparring. He boxed the devil over and over and over, the Father, Son, Holy Spirit doing the scoring. When he beat the devil every round, he tried again to punch the Lord. His arm were still too short to reach His chin, though this time he lasted about a round. God sent him down again to box the sin of man, Jesus needing a break from all that jive. When he broke even he died and went to heaven, spoiling for a rematch with the holy Lord. At the pearly gates he landed a blow on Jesus’ chin knocking a tooth out to a thousand clouds. Jesus picked himself up from the canvas of heaven. He smiled at him. “Good fight”, he said.
a pair of red gloves,
fury in brown boxer shorts; blood splattered on floor!
I remember all of the
Shattered glass Of every pain that put Me here, The unbearable sound of its Submissiveness With its meaning long lost In the wind
A man, a movement,
Whose words stung like a Bee, But had the masses floating to him, When he spoke about peace, He shook up the World like he said he would, And twisted our perceptions of what it meant to be a true hero, And for that we thank you.
Rest in peace and power, the great Muhammad Ali (1942 - 2016).
The ten count is over
He's down for the count The Greatest is gone from this world But, we will remember He will stay here forever As we think of the quips that he hurled As fast as his fists flew His lip was much faster He rhymed with the greatest of ease Parkinson's slowed him But, we will remember The Greatest of All...ALI Known by the masses After his time in the ring He was an angel sent to this earth He had his convictions Became a man of the people He showed what a real life was worth A true gentle giant With the speed of a mongoose The Louisville Lip...that was he We all know his trademark How he floated and stung The Greatest...Muhammad Ali
This life is not real.I conquered the world and It did not bring me satisfaction.God gave me this illness to remind me that I am not number one, He is.
sure I existed in the equilibrium of a blackeye shut to the perforations of strangled restraint."
To my one n' only love 'Boxer' **