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on the ropes: pummelled; somehow, he stays on his feet: the bell ends the round!
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Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 12:07 PM UTC
The Fight
a pair of red gloves, fury in brown boxer shorts; blood splattered on floor!
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
Eyes, return!
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
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 6:15 AM UTC
The boxer
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.
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
Ali – A movement
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
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
The Greatest
"Smack-dab sure I existed in the equilibrium of a blackeye shut to the perforations of strangled restraint."
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
Boxer
your hands are calloused your knuckles raw your mouth is ****** your opponent on the floor your heart is broken your mind is numb you’ve given up on hope you don’t know what you’ve become your victories stem from pain your power from dismay your glory from rage you always knew it’d end up this way one more fight one more scar one more win to remind you who you are every now and then in the middle of a fight her laugh echoes in your head it reminds you of the light the light you once had in your soul the light which he stole the light which kept you sane the light which kept you whole the thought of her makes you push harder and faster memories of her touch remind you of your happily never after the last time you saw her the last time you tasted those lips you always knew it’d come to an end but just not like this so you go in for that extra punch you train that extra night you cross the limits one more time you win every last fight victory after victory you’re going through the motions only you and her know that you’re devoid of emotion for a hero you’re called and a champion as well the truth is, however, that you’re just a bitter man going through hell
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
the fighter
She does not own a fighter's body But you can tell right from the start That the thing they have in common Is...she has a fighter's heart For as long as I have known  her A scrapper she has been A lioness well challenged She is cunning, though not mean Her battle is internal Her trophy is her life Her body's full of cancer She's tap dancing on a knife She won't back down from any fight Not this one...that's for sure She determined like a fighter She wants this fight...and one more It's a battle for survival She's as tough as old Ali Her battle cry is awesome "You will not be taking me" I write this for my mother The toughest woman that I know And regardless of her cancer Her pain...she'll never show.
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May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 7:01 PM UTC
The Fighter - (For Mum)
The Boxer stands alone tonight. There are no crowds to cheer him on. There are no opportunities to pass him by. The Boxer stands alone tonight. His head is bowed, no longer strong. His heart no longer knows what's right. The Boxer stands alone tonight. He can't remember for how long. He can't remember what it felt like to live        carry on                   to be strong                                     to fight. The Boxer stands alone tonight. There is no one here to hear him cry, alone in the ring, as baroque music flies through the air; through his soul, and at last lets him sleep. There is not a soul left there that cares to cheer him on; When he passes, there is no one left that deigns to weep.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
The Boxer