"liston" poems
Along the banks of Lake Shelbyville
That’s what I think of when it’s your birthday
A camp fire burning on a cool April night
We two drinking hot mauled cider
Or better yet “Hornsby’s Draft Cider”
Talking and laughing
Making up parodies
Parodies of Zeppelin and Floyd songs
Listening to the nightingales and the crickets
And watching fire light
That almost appears to be living
Watching slow rolling clouds, and feeling the whispering wind
Rolling in and out and over and under
The engaging light of the moon and stars
And maybe some of our friends were there
And maybe it was only us
Brother and sister
Best friends forever
Retelling stories of our past
Creating memories for our future
Waxing religion and philosophy
Such philistines, think my parents
And your parents don’t get it
And yes we have separate parents
And yes we have the same parents
(Adoption is a funny thing you see)
You are my funny BIG, BIG, BIG brother
Santa Claus, Sasquatch, Cave Man, and Viking
And I am your little crazy sister
Flower Child and Sacagawea
And it is your birthday
And I love you always
Love, Sarah Jane Gillian Tiffany Michelle Whispering Wind Grider Minks Summers Jonathan George Washington Francis Fleming Greenlee Whiter Liston Hall
Aka Awesome Pagan Goddess
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 1:36 PM UTC
*No, no, no, Dirtbreath. I say we call the big one an elephant,
and the small one a mouse*.
Eve
I'm sure red's a better color for me.
M. Monroe
She has a face that could sink a thousand ships.
Ulysses
*Now that Hawking's dead, I'm the smartest
guy on Earth.*
D. Trump
You're too Jung to understand the Superego.
S. Freud
No. You keep it. I have enough.
B. Graham
Are you sure that's the Delaware?
G. Washington
E=Mc Donalds.
A. Einstein
Go pound salt.
Gandhi
What day is it?
Roosevelt
That's one small.... oops!
N. Armstrong
I don't remember any of my dreams.
M.L. King, Jr.
Hey, John, I can see your house from up here.
Jesus
Beaches, fields, streets, hills. Did I leave anything out?
W. Churchill
Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course I wrote 'em all.
R. Starr
It's just too big to wrap your brain around.
S. Hawking
Don't lose your head. This won't change a thing.
Robespierre
Before I was fined, I walked the line.
J. Cash
Could you lengthen the title and shorten the book?
Tolstoy's editor
What if we put the workers on conveyor belts?
H. Ford
I have a splitting headache... hmmm, interesting.
Oppenheimer
I've never liked orange juice.
N. Brown
Really? You want to blame me?
******
He stings like a butterfly.
S. Liston
#timesup #metoo
A. Boleyn
Mr. Watson. Come here. Spare me a dime?
Bell
Roebuck said he'd be back in ten minutes.
R.W. Sears
To be or to do be do be do.
Shakespeare/Sinatra
*When you call me Whitey, I get cotton pickin ****** off.*
E. Whitney
We're the team to beat!
Toronto Maple Leafs
Don't call me a Mother!
Mother Theresa
Is that a Cuban?
M. Lewinsky
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 6:50 AM UTC
I was gonna rip his heart out. I'm the best ever. I'm the most brutal and vicious, the most ruthless champion, there has ever been. No one can stop me. Lennox is a conqueror? No! He's no Alexander! I'm Alexander! I'm the best ever. I'm Sonny Liston. I'm Jack Dempsey. There's never been anyone like me. I'm from their cloth. There is no one who can match me. My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want his heart! I want to eat his children! Praise be to Allāh!
-Mike Tyson
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
Listen, I’m throwing hands like sonny Liston cause money glistening
Mommies whispering, that’s funny business
Ye. I put you on my **** list, dude got me twisted
From downtown, when I wrist it
Ballistics saying that these people shouldn’t of risked it.
Yawl didn’t get the memo, **** you dudes must have missed it.
Hitting targets dead on, shattering your holistic
That ***** articulate, with a pistol whip, sinking ships.
You bacon bits, I go HAMM, then I’m taking chips
Smoking clips with a Jamaican grip, Black *** with a Caucasian lip
That’s a probation chic, yawl mad cause she caught in the grasp
Expose ****** who be sporting a mask
Call the coroner fast, throwing bows like my arm in a cast
Night Night then it’s all in the past
Don’t bring it up ***** don’t even ask, trying to put me on blast
Dog I put you on *** it be hella fast. Man I’m sending you a telegraph.
I just keep thriving to a point past surviving
Always had the secret weapon I just kept in in my lining
On a uprising, Titanic when I capsize it.
Man you swimming with sharks, I’m smooth like sound of a harp
In the shape of a heart, on the mark.
Cupid arrows, why you playing with darts, same from the start
I just finished the spark, how you gone start the fire
In the middle of dark, bite start with a bark
Try shaking him off, like shacking a cough
Shaking the north, down south, but flavor is raw.
***** left cause he south paw, south poor
Like a ***** up north, wasn’t born with a silver fork
Always went for the gold, ***** gold was the top of the goals
Popped out the ****** on top of my toes
Mom didn’t know, she was breaking the mold
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
It all began
with injustice
when the innocence
of a child was stolen
and set you floating
like a butterfly
to sting
Liston
Patterson
Frazier
Foreman
and so many others
who failed
to knock you down
But when your wings
were clipped
you stood
like a man
and given the choice
between jail or war
you chose justice
and won your
greatest battle
by unanimous decision
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
In this very week
I walked down the street
And looked past my feet
I saw a crack in the ground that wasn't sleet
I thought that if the world is as broken as the concrete
Then like Forman vs Ali
We would soon face a great defeat
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Was said by he
He who set boxing free
Rumble young man rumble
He said he was the greatest before he even knew
So no wonder he won Rumble in the Jungle
And knocked Williams out in just a few
If you dreamed of beating Ali, you better wake up and apologize
If you don't Ali will give you a beating
Even with blind eyes
Liston caught it first hand and no one heard his cries
For he's so fast he turns off the lights and makes it to bed before they go out
You can ask anyone without a doubt
He wasn't the greatest; he was the double greatest
As a catcher talks to a batter at the mound
Talking about and picking the round
He would knock you out and you have now found
That Ali is the greatest
And by far the best
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
Once he floated; now he stumbles, he struggles for each breath.
It’s like the rumble in the jungle but Ali has little left.
His opponent is relentless, stalking him around the ring.
Is it Liston? Is it Foreman? Who has come to box the king?
Judging from the foe’s ferocity – is the specter Smoking Joe?
Ali does his best to counter his opponent’s crushing blows.
His eyes are nearly swollen shut, but the boxer never cries.
Who thought that Death would come for him in this macabre disguise?
He tries to dance but falters; feeling weakness in his knees.
He feels the K.O. coming as he’s succumbing by degrees.
Ali tumbles to the canvas, he hears the count begin.
but in the bout with Death you never hear the man count "Ten"
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
Have you ever seen
a moon as thee
look at how it shines
like there are no pains in life
I had never seen
such a thing like this,
Look ! over there
a castle standing strong
deep into Septembers air
in the dark of a nasty storm
you could hear the tears fall
from Moonlights room ,
Look! ships are out upon the sea
moving along like a sad song
silence while the wind blows
quiet and Liston to the sounds
the wind whispers pains of yesterdays
cries that hunts the night ,
Oh, have you ever seen eyes like his
dark with yellow and some red
almost as ****** as moon
On the sea is many dreams
but nothing as painful as this ,
The winds are moving
holding much angry
pushing the waves along
like a rhyme of the night
holding on to fright
voices speaking out from far
in a unknown tongue
that would put you on the run ,
Darken dreams that will make you scream
and put in in a world of darkness
a place you never want to go
a place you will never miss
you can see many things
in the dark that will cut away at your heart,
you will loos your mind if you let it
death is the frost of all men
glimmer lights that shine so bright
up into the tallest room
way up high is Moonlight,
Up in the castle is her window
with a candle lite
Up in that cold darken room
you could see Moonlight crying
because Dark Angel broken her wings
He is so mean ,
she wants to be free
but he has cast a spell on her
she is so weak
but she could no longer fly
deep into the sky,
she is locked away in darken dreams
No one could ever hear her screams,
whispers of the night
brings on fright
no love ever comes to her
but the pains and rain
comes every day
like a thief in the night
chills and dampness is in her room .
Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
on a windy fall day
rain can be beautiful
"Liston caught Patterson with the right
and Floyd kept trying to get up
trying to get up
off the canvas
and that's something
beautiful
terrible
free
if you have,
HEART
and i'm shooting to turn in
one
last
great performance
knocked to the canvas
i'm trying to get up
i'm going to punch a hole through the moon
through nightmares and rust
through days shorten
like streets that have no street signs
through memories of you
in that yellow dress
dancing in the lightening, rain and thunder
it takes Heart
to ask to be forgiven
the radio was playing softly
and the space between your 2 front teeth
and your crooked little smile
and then I was holding you
in my arms
delicate and soft and tender
and i'm stealing quarters from the wishing well
what was the name of that song, anyway?"
"Rain Can Be Beautiful," she says.
Oct 17, 2022
Oct 17, 2022 at 3:25 PM UTC