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The rise and fall for the world to see
Born Cassius Clay, at the age of 22
Changed his name to Muhammad Ali
Boxer and civil activist a loud presence to be

Ali won the heavyweight title three times
He used poetry to disparage his opponent’s
He was famous for many thought provoking
Quips Quotes metaphors and antidotes

He was frequently cited as
“The greatest heavyweight champion of all time”
Ali considered Sugar Ray Robinson to be the greatest and praised his boxing ability and skill

Ali’s career spanning 20 years 1960 to 1981
After Muhammad Ali retired he did not become
An impresario because He famously refused
Induction into the US Army during Vietnam War.

Citing his religious beliefs as a Muslim, and was Subsequently stripped of his boxing title and band From boxing in 1967 for three years. Returning.
Ali won the heavyweight title twice

Inspired Songs
1)Black Superman (the Muhammad Ali song)  
By TheB17Barrage 1975 YouTube

2) We Are The Champions 1977
By Queen

Footnotes
The top 8 quotes, although there are many more

1) Float like a butterfly, stinging like a bee, his hands can’t hit what his eyes can’t see
2) If my mind can conceive it, if my heart can be Leave It – then I can achieve it
3) Impossible is temporary
4) I am the greatest. I said that even before I knew I was.
5) A man who has no imagination has no wings
6) It’s not bragging if you can back it up
7) I should be a postage stamp. That’s the only way I’ll ever get licked.
8) He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life
BLT Websters, where does the day challenge?
April 6, 2025 Impresario  an impresario is a person who manages, puts on, or sponsors a performance or other entertainment, such as a concert, play, or sporting event
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Dweller on the threshold
It's now coming back
Earth moon transit
Losing contact

Heading for the door
Fuzz and timbre
Surrender in my hand
A final act of war

My last words travel far
Closer to the speed of sound
No time to bury
Mixed flags in the ground

The phantom facing me
Is no recovery
There are a thousand of me
And each one is disappointed

~
Out of nowhere
a thought of you
will hit my mind,
like a poison dart.
I don't know what
triggers it.
Tonight, I think it's
the cold wind blowing
outside my window.
Or, it could be the
tangerine I just ate.
That sweet juice.
It doesn't last
though.
Gone in a flash.
Too small for a
lifetime together.
And I'm alone with
this bright orange pain,
vowing never to write
about you again.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICWIGqf62Kw
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books.

It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.

www.thomaswcase.com
Is there any way to become a mind reader?
Maybe if I knew what you were thinking,
I could do this better,
Because I'm not the greatest now.
Beneath the hush of silver rain,
a seed waits in the dark—
not for lack of light,
but in honor of time.


The river does not rush the stone,
nor the moon beg the sun for dawn.
Even stars take centuries
to whisper their names in light.

Patience is the hush in the hallway
before the door opens,
the breath before the answer,
the ache before the bloom.

Learn from the tree—
how it bears the weight of seasons
without breaking.
How it drinks storms and silence
without complaint.


You are becoming.
Not in bursts,
but in slow, sacred folds
of being.

Let the days pass.
Let the sky spin.
You are not late—
you are rooting.
My dorm room was bright this morning. It was disorienting.
The sky outside was a cloudless, striking neon blue.
The air was so crisp and clean, I could hardly feel it going in and out.
It all sparked to create a diffused sense of well-being.

Gone, it seems, were the concrete bunker feels of winter.

There's been some loose talk of ‘spring’ lately—I thought it was fake news—but from my third floor lattice windows I could see what looked like people outside. They were walking in the sunshine, riding bikes, throwing frisbees, kicking ​​hacky sacks, a couple was making out in the grass—it was a riot of activity.

Sunny skiffed out of her room (which looks like a hotel room trashed by some rock star), she seemed lighter than air. Three days ago, she announced there was someone of “particular personal significance,” in her life (translate: girlfriend).
Start the schmaltzy, string-drenched soundtrack—love is in the air.

Our challenge now is to carve out a poised and measured final act to our undergraduate years. There’s a scurrying, cynosure, beehive, hyperfocus to labs and classes, a heightened, almost cinematic quality, as if, up to now, we’ve only been practicing for some undefined ‘real thing.’
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Songs for this:
Daylight by Harry Styles
Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing by Michael McDonald
Dizzy (feat. Alfie Templeman & Thomas Headon) by chloe moriondo
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.our cast: A reader once asked, “Who are these people?” (a solid question) So now I do a cast list.

Sunny, (suitemate) 21, a (pre-med) molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major, is a cowgirl from Nebraska (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races). She’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady.

Your author, a simple, multinational, upper-crust, trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia who's also a molecular biophysics and biochemistry major (pre-med).
Skiffed = narrowly missed hitting someone.

BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 04/01/25:
Cynosure is a person or thing that attracts a lot of attention or interest
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

               Why Do They Say He was Tragically Murdered?

Was anyone ever joyfully murdered?
Happily murdered?
Humorously murdered?
Gloriously murdered?

When at dusk a mist begins to rise
A sinister mist from across the fields
And you seem to perceive a malevolent being
Peering at you from the tree line dark -

Yes, something is watching you

It is not God-banished Grendel from Beowulf
Nor is it Nesferatu creeping up to you
Or a Haunt arising from a long-lost grave
It is something even more grotesque and obscene:

                                     An adverb
Some people can't keep their opinions to themselves.
Have you ever noticed what an a$$hole
that girl in the bathroom mirror is?
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A song for this:
Twiggy Twiggy by [re:jazz]
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