Best Foot Race Poems
The old ladies
march onto the elevator,
steadied by their canes,
each a shrunken frailty
wrapping an unending soul--
they are going to watch
young people dance
their dances of grace
and beauty, while they recall
their own beauty long dissolved
in the acid of time....
Yet, they are happy--
I even joke with them
as I lean on my own cane:
'Come Ladies! Let's have a
foot race!" They all laugh,
as the young girls within
their tattered frames flirt
with the potent young man
hiding behind a time-marked mask...
for a moment we all feel a jolt
of that spark we call life.
Start by warming up daily
with hands lifted in praise.
Running and jumping in
place as the spirit moves.
Drop and give God sixty
Sixty minutes in prayer that is!
This work out is especially good
for the heart as it will strengthen
and bring about eternal life.
Endurance training begins with walking
the straight and narrow.
Mountain climbing after a long walk
in the valley is also highly recommended.
Begin a weight training program by carrying
his cross and increase to carrying burdens for others!
Such training is excellent for preparing for the final
foot race to Glory!
Results will be felt and seen immediately if
soreness or pain are experienced apply a generous
amount of the Balm of Gilead.
Remember to rest often by leaning on Jesus,and
cool off with showers of blessings.
Before beginning an exercise program always
consult with the Great Physician.
If you could relive an ancient day, which day, which day, which day would you say?
First kiss, first date
Or undo a mistake?
.
Watch your child be birthed again
Go back and unhurt a wounded friend?
Unsay a word?
Unbreak a heart?
Undrink that first drink?
Unscar that first scar?
.
Or would you go to another place
Feel your dad's hands
See your mom's face?
Laugh with your sisters
Let little brother win that foot race
.
Maybe pet that dog just one more time
Hear grandma recite that old nursery rhyme
Maybe take up for the kid that got picked on
Or hear again for the first time your favorite old song
.
Or tell your kids you loved them again and again
No matter what they'd just done or how late they had been
But you can't go in reverse to relive any day
What you would have done
Or what you would say
.
But you can say now what you wouldn't before
You can be someone new open up a new door
You can make a difference in your here and now
You can't be a new when but can be a new how
I’LL NEVER FORGET WHAT’S HIS NAME
We went to different schools… together
walked on opposite sides of a street
that constituted an invisible border.
There were differences…..but not really.
We walked slowly, as if to spend time together,
assessing the others clothing, shoes, gait.
Eye contact was forbidden
as we had been warned…..about them
as they….about us.
Smiles were fleeting sorties into danger.
We found, as children do,
ways to challenge the guardians
a quickened pace….leading to
a foot race….a breaking from the norm,
a joyously shared connection
of shouts and flashing glances.
I am not sure who won the “race”,
I think we all did…us kids….truants
in the school of ancestral fears,
breaking the barrier of a paved border
streaking toward the finish line
stretched between two churches.
John G. Lawless
©9/12/2019
I fast boy, this aint no foot race
What you playing?
What, you think you got a game ginni in your game pack
Well, I paint Black
And stain them in Pain on rare occasions
Occassionaly coming up in death throes
Dead body is my stomping ground on this beat
My melody be blasting bastards, knocking em backwards
the Force of theses 5 Felonies be unappropriate behaviors
And if you ever seen me in Airstrik...es,
Well, when you seem me you'll be very quiet
And if you thought it was adequate
my accurrecy so precise you can't phantom the damn damage
You know Im real skilled, and the satisfaction of it leaves me upset still
It was Mercy from God for me to carry this pain cause it suits me like it is a deep love
If Seashell's is ever in Hell then I'll be busting a knucklehead if he wants to act a badass
This aint a brag, no we never come in a boast boy,in my conduct I be, I promise you honorable,I standup as I stand for a higher standard
and when i get mad i act bad, When im in a heavy conflict
jaxattacks are my chosen tactics,
And nowhere in my eyes does she see me ever being a leader or getting the best of a ***** when she on my badside
My Blood cleansed that land, I faced the devil slanging quarters and halves in every which direction like my creation changed due to evolution thru the fact that i was moving too ****ing fast man, But i grew out of it like I went from panic to romantic attacks
From the battles with the devil and demons and nets set , and tribulations and Mania and Im still maniac, Still A disciple of Ninjitsu, my senses still keen, iM SINGLE till i get my possessions back, the love in my heart concealed, its so hard to hide my love I feel so many sharp p[ains,Love Felt feel these steel bars they are a million you would have to go thru to hope to find one, a connection u never dectected the quality of,im 10 times 99topics liike im a balla up talking in manner never heard of, be the bang that yo body been starving for, rt
Within this world
Everyone is in the Fast-lane
Many seem to always
Want to complain
There is Never enough time
But as we know
Within this life
Extremity's are high
Everything must be
Quick and Fast
Earthly moments
Never lasts..
Just gives Stressful moments
Being over worked..
Gets you Stressed out..
Make you Sick... No doubt
Stop think.. before Time is gone
Within a blink...
Life is to be enjoyed
Peaceful living...
As your own pace
Not in the Fast-lane
Not in a race...
Whom will come out tops
Devils Tricks.. Run in the Fast-lane
Must get everything done
Pressed on time
Which leaves many not to realize
Keeping you busy.. gives
No time for Our Father's Son
Not thinking.. Reality
about your Future
What shall it be..
In the Fast-lane..
Earthly life .. Keeping busy..
Pressed on time.. Stressed out..
Gives No time for prayers..
Always running here and there..
Pushing time.. but yet.. Where???
Where does this lead you?
Where will you be???
If you not take the Time
For Our Lord.. Our Divine..
Our God of Eternity..
Moments of Fellowship.. Prayers..
Conversing with Body of Believers
Where does that lead you..
Where in the long run???
For you have No time..
For Our Father's Son..
Don't Fall for this trick
for in the long run
Fast-lane.. Stresses you out
Will Make you sick..
Think.. as you do.. There is No time to waist
If your life is in this Fast-lane
This Earthly Foot Race..
To where???
Take this moment of your time
For Your Eternal Future is Now.. on the line..
For No one knows
When the Time.. shall be
Their Life here shall end..
Time begins.. Eternity
Where will You be???
Come to Jesus
While there is time
God gives Peace of Mind
Relaxation.. Truth.. Love..
Glorious Divine..
Clyde Shanks
Robs banks
With gal
Named Sal
For tasks
Wear masks
Take loot
And scoot
Foot race
Cops chase
Both caught
All naught
Both ruffed
And cuffed
To jail
No bail
Court date
Learned fate
Judge tough
No guff
To pen
For ten
I Passed out on the couch while the Friends song is on.
She said first you must love yourself, before you can give yourself to someone else.
My singular identity withstanding tragedy.
With only one life to live, you have to work hard to attain oppertunities
I wonder whether people consider what it would be like
to become a human stonehedge??
Because that is the type of person, that could withstand just anything.
What I really want is to take a walk hand and hand with my faults
Have a moment with my confidence and Pride.
Tell them that I love them and always to come out whether the world is rain or shine.
I want to tickle my shy, and chastize the sound of my dreary sighs
I want to set my sails high, so Posidon will blow his heaving breath pushing my doubts and
self pity away
I feel like a young Galileo.
Staring at the sun, while all the others played jauntingly along
It's going to take so long......
I have a foot race with me and only the course of time
Vegetables were going into striped bowl at a record pace.
Tomato, celery, onion and carrot began a foot race.
Onion and radish rolled around and around the rim.
Las Vegas lemons and rutabagas slid right on in.
Broccoli wanted in on the action too.
I saw parsley slipping in with an old soft shoe.
What are we making? The veggies asked me at last.
I had no idea, it had happened so fast.
strawberry and raspberry both tried to sneak in.
You are not veggies! I said, grabbing them by their chin.
A salad? A fruit cake? A fajita or what? They asked.
I had no idea, but here came an egg, and it was masked.
Dear Mom,
Hey Mom, I hope you are well. Not feeling much pain.
I guess, when you get this letter I’ll be long gone.
It’s my goddamn birthday what a coincidence.
See I took a direct hit an hour ago.
You won’t believe this, They call it a Death Blossom,
It was just a routine part of a shake and bake.
It hit me in the chest. It was goodnight Irene.
I think it came from a little Iraqi kid.
Talk about coincidence. Duke got hit as well.
You don’t know Duke. He went to the same school as me.
He used to copy my answers on the exams.
He even stole my first girlfriend. You know Donna.
He is bleeding and is having trouble breathing,
Maybe you could tell his Mom and Dad I hope so.
Anyway I need to say a few things to you.
I haven’t made you proud. I Kinda let you down.
You must be a little disappointed in me.
Hey Mom do you remember years ago at school,
In athletics I won the 100 yards foot race
I remember I was over the goddam moon.
You were there and put your arms around me and cried.
I don’t know why you cried but it seemed really right.
It’s a shame that good old Dad wasn’t there for that.
I guess some coincidences just don’t happen.
Oh yeah who was that skinny girl that lived next door?
Tina, no it was Louise. God she hated me.
She used to throw peaches at me. I don’t know why.
She hit me in the head once. Gee she was funny.
She sure used to make me laugh, she had a good heart.
I think about her. She was a firey one.
I think she might of, kinda liked me but who knows.
It’s no coincidence she married a fireman.
Well Mom the light is fading, the Sun’s going down,
I Guess I better sign off now and say goodbye.
Gee the stars look pretty over the Iraqi sky.
At least you don’t have to wish me happy birthday Mom
Love ya Mom.
Your son Elroy.
Once a peaceful quiet land, it's really more than I can stand. They took the
animals from the ark, all to turn their homes into an industrial park! They shoved
down trees and yanked out bushes, they killed the grass and all the brushes.
They ran out foxes and scared away squirrels, and knocked down nests of the
cheerful whippoorwills. This didn't bother town board, oh no indeed.
Especially not Mayor Allen Mcsneed. He's the one suggested that the forest
be "detreed". The townsfolk didn't notice, the first couple months. Just "quiet
and peaceful" like it should, with no droppings on the peoples' car hoods.
Then one day, 'Ol Joe Hudson marched up to town hall, "I miss the squirrels
and the whippoorwills' call!" He started a petition, and walked thru town, "Join my
expotition!" He'd call out up and down. People joined in, all on their own,
even held meetings in each others' home. "Stop the industrial park!" they'd
cry, "Save the animals before they die!" Mayor Mcsneed didn't like this at all, he
planned to have the park completed this fall. "Alright," he said, tired of
people in his face "let's me an' 'Ol Joe do a foot race." So it was decided, 'Ol Joe
and Mcsneed, neither one excited. It was like this, Joe won, the forest stayed,
Mcsneed won, it was their bad day. The race was square, it "Started right 'ere an'
ended right there" The race was run, thankfully, 'Ol Joe won. After the race 'Ol
Joe
spoke, and such is the story of that forest, "Glad Oaks".
We went to different schools… together
walked on opposite sides of a street
that constituted an invisible border.
There were differences…..but not really.
We walked slowly, as if to spend time together,
assessing the others clothing, shoes, gait.
Eye contact was forbidden
as we had been warned…..about them
as they….about us.
Smiles were fleeting sorties into danger.
We found, as children do,
ways to challenge the guardians
a quickened pace….leading to
a foot race….a breaking from the norm,
a joyously shared connection
of shouts and flashing glances.
I am not sure who won the “race”,
I think we all did…us kids….truants
in the school of ancestral fears,
breaking the barrier of a paved border
streaking toward the finish line
stretched between two churches.
John G. Lawless
©9/12/2019
Seems like only yesterday
When I was young and virile
That was then, this is now
My virile has long since fizzled
Whatta shame we lose our virile
But imagine someone at ninety
Competing in a mile long foot race
Running along in his nighty
Don't laugh this surely can happen
Our memories aren't the best
Get dressed when the sun starts setting
Strip when it peeks over the crest
Sure ain't all it's cracked up to be
These silly old golden years
If it wasn't for Cathie, dearest Cathie
I'd be writing from a home I fear!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Lets be really clear
A crystal clear plan to get near the man
Just Follow the titty twister
Just follow the hooha hurriCAN
Follow as sure as you stand
On two feet we dominate
On two knees we congregate
With a Gang of my precious baby friends in my face
In the foot race in the first race
I place fate on a sure thing
On the street the heat sits
On 4 wheels at least
So many more wheels on the beast
What is the HooHa HurriCAN
What is the titty twister
She looks just like your sister
And your best friends sister too
A really big sister crew full of sister
We knock on a 454
We ball on cams and lifters
Positraction on the main attraction
Attracted the sister
We are twisted insane and laughing
Were twisted insane and laughing
Even though the girls got me trapped
in I keep ing rappin
For the moment, only this moment, my life is a song
a happy ever after ballad, a movie like beginning
I've actually written my own piece of music
gaining ground in this poetic foot race
I call my career I started young
someone I once called brother resurrected
from the ashes of my past and is back in my life once again
My love life is a sunset hanging over the ocean
beautiful, calm, serene; a sight that maybe only I can adore
I should be happy, I should be jumping for joy
and on the surface, maybe I am
Did I forget...that I don't know what those emotions are...
Anymore...
It's no surprise I feel something's missing
I've been lost in a waterfall for so long
like dominoes falls the stack of my problems, yet I'm without any
so why do I feel like in the midst of all my success
I'm still this lonely loser somehow
I guess the more I pursue the right things
I realize it's not for my sake, it's the sake of others
to not worry about me, to say I'm doing just fine
when in the end it's me being let down and pushed around
without even bullies doing the pushing
My tear ducts are the Sahara, dry and lion populated
or would you prefer tigers?
I'm unable to find a quiet place to run and be alone
there's always someone around to break my silence
with a word
Where did this gap appear first
this crevice between happiness and lost
floating in the open ocean of my own sadness
What on earth do I miss
who on earth am I missing
like I need an elaborate rouse, charade to fooling myself
when I know all too well the lies I portray
a mime with real words