Saturday, June 04, 2016

Muhammad Ali, who riveted the world as 'The Greatest,' dies

Muhammad Ali, who riveted the world as 'The Greatest,' dies


Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee. I don't think there was anyone from my era who didn't love this man for his poetry and his quick wit. I never liked sports but I always watched him spout his rhymes and enjoyed his braggadocio. I remember not being able to take my eyes off the TV when Ali would be on before a fight talking his talk. He is the greatest. He knew how to love and forgive and he loved George Forman too in later years. Ali was an inspiration! God rest his soul.

"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

The hands can't hit what the eyes can't see!" 


"I'm so mean I make medicine sick."


I don’t believe there was anyone from my era who didn’t love this man for his poetry and quick wit. I, who never liked watching sports, enjoyed watching this man spout out his rhymes relishing his braggadocio. His magnetism aroused something in most people, even captivated sportscaster, Howard Cosell. I remember not being able to take my eyes off the TV when Ali would be on, before a fight, talking his talk. Ali will always hold a special place in the world for his antics, his beliefs, his soul and his personality. 

Ali is the greatest. He knew how to love and forgive and he loved George Forman too in later years. Ali was an inspiration! God rest his soul.

Dead at 74 years old, after suffering with Parkinson's for many years, Ali accomplished many great things, including a personal visit to Saddam Hussain, where he convinced Saddam to let 15 American hostages go home along with Ali. He also refused to fight in the war and charges were brought against him for this. Ali said he had nothing against those Viet Cong! Later he was exonerated from these charges and permitted to fight again. Ali proceeded to fight and won back his title again. 

He was an amazing man and humanitarian which many people don't know! Ali received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from President Bush and the Presidential Citizens Medal from Clinton honoring Ali's social activism and activism for peace, and for being the most celebrated boxer in history. Ali will be remembered for being the "greatest" as well as for his promoting peace faithfully until the end! 

I celebrate a life well lived!



Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee. I don't think there was anyone from my era who didn't love this man for his poetry and his quick wit. I never liked sports but I always watched him spout his rhymes and enjoyed his braggadocio. I remember not being able to take my eyes off the TV when Ali would be on before a fight talking his talk. He is the greatest. He knew how to love and forgive and he loved George Forman too in later years. Ali was an inspiration! God rest his soul.



Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee. I don't think there was anyone from my era who didn't love this man for his poetry and his quick wit. I never liked sports but I always watched him spout his rhymes and enjoyed his braggadocio. I remember not being able to take my eyes off the TV when Ali would be on before a fight talking his talk. He is the greatest. He knew how to love and forgive and he loved George Forman too in later years. Ali was an inspiration! God rest his soul.





Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee. I don't think there was anyone from my era who didn't love this man for his poetry and his quick wit. I never liked sports but I always watched him spout his rhymes and enjoyed his braggadocio. I remember not being able to take my eyes off the TV when Ali would be on before a fight talking his talk. He is the greatest. He knew how to love and forgive and he loved George Forman too in later years. Ali was an inspiration! God rest his soul.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Dead Flowers

Dead Flowers
 

He carried me to the place of dead flowers
Where I spent my water for liquid gold
He tickled my clitoris with humming bird hands
I tasted curiosity; smell satiated me
Is that my worth, only dead flowers?


© Joy Leftow 1996

Friday, May 20, 2016

Vacation Time

Catskills Cabin Getaway

Babbling brook behind my cabin 
Birds chirp, picking dirt with beaks
A red-breasted robin alights on the ground
Water rushes over stones
Babbling a lost language
Sun shines like diamonds 
Bubbling over running brook
I pick my city head
Strive to reduce daily strain, din
Fallen trees and boughs
Set together like someone put them
Tried to slow the brooks flow,
Make the water flow go slow 
Maybe Sandy threw trees there,
Two years ago
Hear the water roll
Constant sound all around
Creek Sparkles in sun and night
In rain, creek sparkles too
See water fill creek
Hope that Sandy won’t come visit
Again, show her other cheek
Return to the present, beauty surrounds me
Wonder if we can witness beauty with no fear








Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Lost Love Song

Baby you’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good,
Baby you’re no good
You snore like a wild boar sleeping winter away
Eyes wide open, pretend you’re awake
Dirty little secrets tucked away
Hide behind waves of nausea
Send me off the deep end
While you snore away
Night and day, night and day, never awake
Snore day and night away
Pretend to be alive while I live the dream
Dream a little dream for me
Break my heart with your insistent sleep
Away your life in a misty gleeful mess
Liking life on the edge
The very thought of you makes me cringe
Life on the edge while searching for a way to hedge
climb the ledge to a new nice ice way
while climatic shards whip my heart into shape
The very thought of you
Brings me to the edge
Breaking up is hard to do

Ah, Ah Ah, Ah Yeah yeah
Yiyaye hehahay, Ah ah

My heart fakes desire like a wind up car
Eat my cake and like it too
Cause breaking up is hard to do
You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good
Baby you’re no good
My breaking heart and I agree we were never meant to
You hide behind walls of deceit,
pretend you’re awake when you’re barely alive
I cry, “Baby please, please hear my pleas! Baby please!”
Too smart for our own goods,
we waver endlessly to the beat set before us,
You hide, we glide on angel’s wings
Each day obsessing over beginning, find a new way to start each day
The very thought of you   (fade out)