On the promenade they stroll,
The Hokas and Adidas,
While in between the pigeons squawk
And what they mean is "Feed us!"
Nikes and New Balance add
To Sunday's march of sneakers,
With Saucony's and OC's on
The feet of mileage seekers.
Some Skechers even make the scene
With Brooks and Reeboks showing;
All of them, at varied paces,
Coming here or going.
Growing up, we all had Keds
Or cheaper imitations.
Nowadays, the choice is vast
To match one's inclinations.
You chew me up and spit me out.
You walk all over me.
Your sneakers, sticky from the pink gunk that still clings to them.
You get new shoes and a new flavor of gum.
Bubblegum and Nike doesn’t suit you anymore.
But Mint and Adidas do.
On the occasional days, you feel nostalgic,
Craving the taste of bubblegum
And the cushion Nike provides you.
Those days never last long.
In the end, I will always be the gum stuck to your Nike shoes.
Spit me out and walk all over me again.
I’ll still cling to you like the sticky gunk I am.
Narratives or at least that's what I call them
Without doubt win hands down every time
I've deviated with limericks and couplets and stuff
But I'm back to the old poems that rhyme
Very similar to when we go away on vacation
It feels so good to finally get back home
Everytime we deviat from our regular patterns
Though we enjoy it a bunch when we roam
Guess it's familiarity that we're always craving
Friendly faces of the people we know
No hidden agendas, no scams to contend with
Just the same old routine, same old show
Comfortable is a very good word to describe it
That down home feeling when with friends
Like always being in style with jeans and Adidas
Instead of trying to keep up with the trends
Give me that plain old simple way of living
It surely wins hands down ever time
That's how I roll, I'm just a simple old hayseed
Sitting around chewing the fat is just fine
If asked to define the word “dorky”
I guess I'd describe it like this
Wearing stripes and checks together
A sight you surely can't miss
I'm not the ultimate style leader
But at least I do have some taste
Aside from an occasional style faux pas
At times when I dress in haste
Never be seen in horn rimmed glasses
An extreme example of dorkyness
White Adidas with black knee high socks
Now that's really hard to digest
When mom gets really behind in her chores
Hasn't washed my coordinate attire
Forced to wear stuff a little bit dorky
Not something to which I aspire
If asked to define the word “dorky”
Usually try to describe it like this
Stripes, checks and horn rimmed glasses
An example of ignorant bliss
Narratives or at least that's what I call them
Without doubt win hands down every time
I've deviated with limericks and couplets and stuff
But I'm back to the old poems that rhyme
Very similar to when we go away on vacation
It feels so good to finally get back home
Everytime we deviat from our regular patterns
Though we enjoy it a bunch when we roam
Guess it's familiarity that we're always craving
Friendly faces of the people we know
No hidden agendas, no scams to contend with
Just the same old routine, same old show
Comfortable is a very good word to describe it
That down home feeling when with friends
Like always being in style with jeans and Adidas
Instead of trying to keep up with the trends
Give me that plain old simple way of living
It surely wins hands down ever time
That's how I roll, I'm just a simple old hayseed
Sitting around chewing the fat is just fine
When I started to jog
Back in ‘75
(When so many of you
Weren’t even alive)
The choices of shoes
You would wear on a run,
For a woman, at least,
Made the shopping no fun.
Just Adidas and Brooks,
And with limited styles,
Were the options to wear
As I chalked up the miles.
Then came Reebok, but still,
All the pickings were slim,
So you’d see the same shoes
On the streets or the gym.
But that isn’t the case
Anymore, as you know.
The selection has managed
To crazily grow.
As I sit here and marvel
At sneaker-clad feet,
I will rarely, if ever,
Detect a repeat.
College daze and younger days with my girl who brings me a luxury of comfort and she goes good with anything like Adidas slides
Three stripes like the three rings, two promises leading up to the real thing
You, Lo, and me, our forever family, do the best things come in threes?
Adidas slides with the Nike shorts because we don’t care about what they have to say
His and Hers setting relationship goals our love feels unfair
Too good to be true every time you say I love you
We have a different type of vibe and I am always down to ride as long as it’s you I am dying for
I know I am selfish too much and get on your nerves more often than I should so please don’t hate me
Because life is a trip and sometimes feels like a slip, and slide because it’s hard to get a grip when life is overwhelming you
So, I’ll just keep looking at you because even when we fight something you do calms me down like my headphones are in, walking down the street, and you know what is on my feet
Are you walking next to me…?
Let’s go to the movies and not dress up this time
p.s. just our love, shorts, leggings, t-shirt, shades, and Adidas slides…
Narratives or at least that's what I call them
Without doubt win hands down every time
I've deviated with limericks and couplets and stuff
But I'm back to the old poems that rhyme
Very similar to when we go away on vacation
It feels so good to finally get back home
Everytime we deviat from our regular patterns
Though we enjoy it a bunch when we roam
Guess it's familiarity that we're always craving
Friendly faces of the people we know
No hidden agendas, no scams to contend with
Just the same old routine, same old show
Comfortable is a very good word to describe it
That down home feeling when with friends
Like always being in style with jeans and Adidas
Instead of trying to keep up with the trends
Give me that plain old simple way of living
It surely wins hands down ever time
That's how I roll, I'm just a simple old hayseed
Sitting around chewing the fat is just fine
my new adidas running shoes
blue bell bottom jeans
soft pink angora sweater
and ribbon in my hair
a stroke of blue shadow on my eyes
touch of blush on the cheekbones
perfume cachet smelling pretty
rushing out to the school dance
I’ll hang out at the punchbowl
I’ve got my heart set on a beau
he’s been flirting with me
in chemistry class all year
there’s nothing I’d like better
than to dance the whole night long
and hear him call me sweetheart
as I can hardly breathe
and the band will play their rendition
of the magical hit ‘Precious and Few’
fondly close under dimmest of lights
maybe just maybe we’ll get to steal a kiss
AP: 2nd place 2025
Submitted on March 1, 2020 for contest DANCE WITH ME sponsored by KIM RODRIGUES - RANKED 2ND
" The Untold story of Africa"
Tearjerker of a Winner not a whiner! Iam an Achiever , bathed in Adidas.....forgiven by Madiba..lam an African Warrior.
The massacre of my people at own's hand , the abomination of Boko Haram....peace be in Nigeria.
The land of my brothers and Sisters.
Somalian Wars..... stop the shooting.End the looting in Mzansi know they are looking! Women and children not safe in the hands of an African Man, Tata Africa what do we do?
Ikhanda lemphakathi lost , defeated and victimized by the devil ..Men of Africa we are now a disgrace, we need help from the bosom that gave birth to our existence .How dare you lay a hand on flowers that illuminate society?
Shallow is the mindset of this sad and pathetic clown , think not with that " weapon" in your pants....abantwana bethu abekho safe.....Fathers come from Mothers therefore Men protect imbali zomhlaba for they are the precious nugget of the world!
“Is Fashion Modern?” MOMA* asks
And so, in its new show,
The items on display are there
To let us know it’s so.
A pair of Levi’s, baseball caps,
Bikinis and berets,
A Wonderbra, dashikis, kilts
And suits from prior days.
A Rolex watch, Adidas, Nikes,
Mao jackets, too,
A leotard by Danskin,
Polo shirts (but not J. Crew).
Lipstick, flip flops, saris, Speedos,
Ties, stilettos, Spanx,
Jumpsuits, hoodies, Snuglis
(For which new moms owed their thanks).
My friend and I did reminisce,
While strolling the exhibit,
About the clothes like those we wore
When age did not inhibit.
*Museum of Modern Art (NYC)
It's a new thing, makes you wanna swing
While us MC's rap, doin' our thing
It's not singin' like it used to be
No, it's rappin' to the rhythm of the sure shot beat
It goes one for the money, two for the show
You got my beat, now here i go
I start to think and then I sink
into the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the lines
I escape when I finish the rhyme
Woke up this mornin
About half past three
All the womens in town
Was gathered round me
Sweet gals was a moanin
Sylvester's gonna die
And a hundred pretty mamas
bowed there heads to cry
six in the mornin
police at my door
fresh Adidas squeak
Across my bathroom floor
Out my back window
i made my escape
Don't even get a chance
To grab my old scool tape
some call it fate but I arise
with my head held high in the sky
a kiss on my cheek to help me get by
rap it up I'll take it
in the midnight hour the hour of power
some may have to take a cold shower
got my stero blasting but I'm still asking
for prayers with a lot of layers
have something to share
thank God i'm still here
Fashion hound, that I am
I have shoes for every occasion
One black pair of Adidas
Probably made by some East Asian
I only have one pair of feet
Why would I need two pairs of shoes?
I can only wear one pair at a time
Besides, I'm easily confused
Should you ever find me out with two pair
And you happen to be in a bind
I am the kind of fella that shares
Just remember, the black Adidas are mine.
July 30 2017
Missing’s what the poster said;
A photo was attached
But there a man was posed instead
Of someone’s house pet snatched.
His name is Joel, his hair is gray;
He’s 70 plus 1.
Last seen by friends the other day,
More recently by none.
A black Adidas track suit
Was the outfit he was wearing.
Perhaps he walked a new route,
Think his friends, concerned and caring.
Not knowing more, I wonder
If senility’s a factor.
Confusion pulls one under
And is known as a distractor.
But there’s another theory
Maybe no one wants to hear.
Of his life, Joel may be weary
And just wants to disappear.
He might be on a cruise ship
Sippin’ whiskey on a chaise,
Glad to leave it all behind him
To begin a brand new phase.
What will I wear today?
I do not feel good......about myself
The mirror ~~~~~~~oh how it taunts me!!!
teaseeeeeeeeees me!!!
I'm left wondering?????? why!
Why!
Why I can't---- I just can't stop eating,
these sweet things******They comfort me for tiny big moments.
Fill me up with cream pies & chocolate brownies
Stuff it down---- down deep where the pain is!
Bury it with a shovel Filled with candied Pecans______pat it down
As I roll my eyes O O O O oooh that cheese cake looks sooooo good!?!!
I'll wait for my wanted, until you all go home~~~~~I crave my alone--- lonely out of control time.... Uninterrupted/ without << judging--looks
What will I wear today? WHAT WILL I WEAR?
I reach for jeans that used to looook so good
Shirts that used to show off my chest and arms
Now the lower buttons straiiiiiining-----threatening to pop!
There they are my thirty year old Adidas powder blueee sweat pants
They fit me perfectly;0(
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