Best Foots Poems
Here’s a short story of a cowboy I knew
Whose name was Beg Your Pardon.
He wasn’t a gun slinger in the usual way,
Though his hands were fast
And his foots were faster.
But when Beg started shootin’
There was nuthin’ but disaster.
No worries for Beg, he had none you see,
Since he wasn’t a slinger in the usual way.
But his pappy got ugly
And yelled in his son’s face,
“Until you can shoot
As the son of mine should,
I want you the h*** out of my place.”
Beg had some tricks up his very long sleeves,
Coz he wasn’t a slinger in the usual way.
He’d show his pappy his skill
There’s no doubt about that.
Yet time was a-wasten
So Beg he did hasten,
But first he took off his hat.
He then wound up his body like a Kansas twister
And slung a cow pie in his usual way.
And broke every record
Did our cow pie ringer.
Since there was no one better,
Pappy exclaimed to his son,
“Beg Your Pardon, I beg your pardon
Heck, you’re some kinda’ slinger!”
For Wild Wild West Contest
SYMPHONY
Searching the audience
Young and old in rapt attention
Maestro, Bernstein, has come on stage
Players have done their final warm up
House lights are dimmed
Only the foots and high spots remain
No one stirs, all are reverently expectant
You know this work – it’s Schubert – relax
Dave Austin
I was born in Babylon
Everyday I want to be alone
I prayed not to get low
Everyday Babylon claim more soul
I just have to go, seek for more show
I grow with no shoes under my foots
Ganger is my food,
Mosquitoes sing the reggae allover my room
Webs block my views, killing my crews
What can I do to survive when am buzz
Where is that place to get crazy?
That place you cannot erase,
That camp with more space,
Where you don’t have to get late
That place where you just want to be free from
“Babylon” Babylon” Babylon…I want to be free
If there is a question, it should be about relation
My action will generate your reaction
Is substitution the way to be free from Babylon?
The game is always ON, grow horns like Capricorn
Cut the vegetables; let’s be able to be stable
First day on the job, to deliver the mail,I got the nightshift. Ah! Come on!
I drew the job, to drive to the next town, thru The Haunted Forest Prime!
You know the one, yep, The One, used in the famous ‘Wizard of Oz’!
It's Haunted, You Know! As they reminded me so, for the hundredth time!
But Don’t Be Afraid! They said, the truck carries a reliable computer guide.
Those always work, one did smirk. Plus, the truck’s full of ghost fighting gear.
They said Never Fear! Their thoughts would be near! As they’d stay in touch!
They loaded the truck with Holy Water, Not forgetting a ‘blessed silver cross’!
Then came Rabbits foots, silver bullets, and all. Yea! You know, What I mean!
They’d put aboard, all sorts of things considered really good luck, it seems.
Then they piled all the mail into a pouch, Plus more charms, and magic aplenty.
Yea Right! I said, as the sun went down, and the mist rolled out, of the forest!
Oh! Did I state that it’s All Hollow’s Eve, and the veil is thin between worlds!
The prediction is, the Undead from Potters Hill, will be extra bad, they fear!
A new Sorcerer’s in town, and he’s been fooling around, here and everywhere!
Dracula’s here, he’s searching near, he wants Van Helsing’s famous daughter!
But, Rabbit feet don’t save Rabbits, and Wicked Witch’s control lesser magic.
So They said speed is the key. Don’t worry! The little truck reaches twenty-three!
Down hill is best, moving roots can trap and flying monkeys are mean, aplenty.
Plus they put weights on the wheels so I won’t get carried away, near so easily!
But keep foremost, in mind, the credo, you know, ‘The Mail Must Get Thru!’
Be strong in thought and spirit, they sang as they ran to the buildings’ safety as…
Eyes peared out of the forest! What? You thought me, dumb as a box of rocks?
Never fear, My Dear! I took the freeway around it! Oh! And I have a surprise!
Yep! I’m Van Helsing’s Famous Daughter, who’s embarked on this ride!
The trip back will be mine to command! Just think what you’d miss…
If I hadn’t said this… And they’ll be expecting me to come from this side!
So bow your heads, and say a prayer, for my Tri-um-phant trip, My Dears!
And as they say ‘The Mail Must Get Thru!... Well, it will, at least this year!
We're all gearing up for the diamond jubilee
Said the bunting waving neighbours smiling with glee
We're all cheering up for the diamond jubilee
Keeping calm and carrying on, truly britishly
We're all working tirelessly for the diamond jubilee
Another priveleged, frivolous squandering of our tax money
Government on high alert for the diamond jubilee
The inhumane lawful theft, by bloody royalty
We're all leaving work for the diamond jubilee
Lovely, if the queen foots the bill, instead of you and me
So many people smile so smugly at the diamond jubilee
From every branch of that twisted family-moneytree
Everyday people have paid for this diamond jubilee
A party for the richest robbers and the regal dynasty.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
The Queen's henchmen penetrate professionally the porous perimeter,
as a Phyrric victory I pacified your Lady's legion,
for both in the open,like charriots missing riders,decentralized command,the measure,
I, like you maneuver behind the superior shelter of Praetorian's protection,
Levy the lurid seige upon my country's citadel as incensed infidels do,
your cantankerous catapaults wasting pawns like pebbles punched by a storming sea,
an officer sacraficed sardonically, intrepidly,
so to decimate the dormant foots encumbering you,
audacious as an angered asp the timely tactic was,will it hasten your demise to me?
Mandatory machinations amongst this moonlight morass,palpable being Death's caress,
a zephyer like a frosty scythe grazes gingerly our anxious eyes,
tethering the still strategy of mens' mentation,
advancing positions predicted but unproven, an apocolyptic inevitability provoked,
fostering inclement suspense,
justice is now beyond principle,virtue survives only on victor's blade,
incantations made in fire for fear's sublimation,
The common denominator of this prommenade of predation is relentless domination,
manipulating the opposition,perception taunted and haunted
as the fox dictates the chimerical chase,
a vermillion heartbeat,virulent,lucious,with a thin hum of vincibility
lures you to na spot of fragile dominion,
divided forces tend to scream like burning forest
when ambushed along trails of a tedious pace,
When the harp chords chortle tears of tucker from a skulless head,recall with dire dignity
that you were vanquished in strong purpose,
the memory of your egregious exploits will depend on the degree of quater
afforded by my soveriegnty
given to this proud harem of prospective sybils
rescued by a king's necessary nemesis,
J.A.B. - Part Three -
There is tension at the pumps:
folks look glassy-eyed and glazed.
And a sense of frustration
has concerning eyebrows: raised.
Though they're being bamboozled:
customers contain their rage.
And yet, curse under their breath,
at the numbers on the gauge.
Siphoning off hard-earned cash:
speculators rob at will.
And manipulate markets:
not caring who foots the bill.
To keep us oil-dependent:
big business has become crass.
And blame government taxes:
for the rising price of gas.
Bare Hearted
Anne Morin
Moving backward in time,
there is new sunshine,
the forbidden delight
of disobedient barefooted prancing
through cool grasses,
freshly green and waiting
to caress tiny warm toes
and naughty little hearts.
A wicked world marches on
but not between our clotheslines
hung with spanking clean white sheets
flapping in the chilly spring breeze
where joyous abandon
cannot be kept inside
as cold, slender blades tickle our feet
and an ecstatic younger sister screeches,
“Look at us, Grandma!
Bare-hearted foots!”
Grandma’s switch was a lesson that stung.
Copyright: Anne Morin, 2007
Pay attention and listen to the words that i mention, no need for fishing for fiction
for my vision's on a mission. To keep my goals in sight without getting uptight, i'm a
man i take a stand for what i feel is right. I never hang with a crowd or try to get real
loud, or walk around with a frown with my head in a cloud. Although i do have
dreams i'm courageous and strong, i believe in myself as my life goes on. I can not
and will not ever decline, my bests foots forward and i'm going for mine. See my life is
like a highway i gotta keep straight, if i change my lane i might meet my fate. It's an
open road highway i'm in my lane, i'm too far gone with alot to gain. I'm gonna sing
a song and dance my whole life long, i'll pay a price in my life for everything i do
wrong. If i beat cheat steal kill or lie, i'll have noone else to blame except me myself and
i. When i look in the mirror my reflection i see, if i take the wrong path the wrong
direction i'll be. I wanna go through heaven's gate don't wanna be late, i'm gonna look for
satans hook i'm not gonna take the bait.
Drenched in beauty of the deep vanilla star
With the gleaming strains of a sitar
Lips of saccharine maroon painted honey
Eyes that could not be bought with money
The night wind-like gesturing hands
Fingers that give glory to the pens
Foots that the beach sand yearn
Sight that caused my heart to burn
Born as a pure dazzling poetry
In an unknown paradise country
A God drawn majestic elegant art
That stole my innocent heart
Oh, those very first beautiful words
Made me flew higher than the birds
Love, I know what I did was foolish
Seeing you, once more, is my only wish
Only, if I'm granted with one more chance
To make you happy, entire life, I shall dance
Under this open dark sky, I'll await you
For one day, I know, you"ll come rescue
The cradle of humanity.
The brain behind thousands of civilizations.
The mother of generations and the charm behind many beauties.
Even before empires you were formed.
Even before the days of the pyramids, you were formed.
Before horses took on foots and chariots raced in battle, you were formed.
You gave birth to Kings and Queens and breast-fed many heroes and heroines.
Kingdoms were build and named in you.
Africa- live free, rule well.
Because many things have been said and many more will be said about you.
AFRICA:
A- Admirable
F- Free forever
R- Resolved, resolute and resourceful
I- Indomitable
C- Courageous
A- Attractive
Africa- the cradle of humanity
Africa- live free, rule well.
Here, I emerge endlessly in the sands of time
as living day does not yet fade, nor stray dark
I find myself apart,
separated from subdued senses
selflessly soaking up what surrounds me.
Like the tamed breeze I feel conceived
of what passed my feet just a slight breath ago,
like slow melting snow at the foots of hills
while the cricket’s hum spills as deep blue fills the air
I am more aware of what moves and moves me.
Streetlamps now aglow, perched above shrubs grown
as light alone turns my skin shimmering gold
like stories around fire told, dancing the bold night
dark shadows mould below my hovered hands
and shape my write of path across these sands.
Just an impression imprinted as it is erased,
changed forever are these passing days breathed
and intrigue releases the new breath that breathes me.
The swaying tops of trees have caught my eye
while night’s tears of the sky cries stars still
these glittered shapes fill where clouds hung high
I feel the lie that lives away from this grace
drawn closer to this infinite, intense space.
Even as I smoke my burning cigarette,
admire the grey haze breathed away
not a day goes by that I don’t question your all,
where I don’t fall through the taunt layers of time
like an old copper dime spun heads or tails
a choice, at the crossroads of trails walked blind
here, I find my life finding me...
just a moment I lived in this moment...
a mind freed.
Glowing candles flicker an imminent grief,
Undulant meadows sink then moments brief,
A recluse in silence deep, torment lies only if
Truth recoups when heavy gravels lift,
An answer wayward a curse or a gift.
Cowslips they unfold of features like Jen,
Savages abscond when clock strikes ten,
Perverse acts send hungry crowds lighten,
Hubris hold invariably the psyche taken,
Perils unforeseen pulses of men quicken.
Children's lax inexpiable chides mother,
Intrinsic in nature mud ponds splatter,
Bare foots they wrestle, would spectators rather?
Such complacency splits its odd feather,
A pervasive yet reprehensible matter.
Pictures in frames of tumultuous memories,
Mutinous rogues, malevolent the eye that sees,
To confer one's wish in return good ceases,
Tentative strokes across sheets her will flees,
Exacerbates her desires tenfold with ease.
They will promise you the Moon and try to block the Sun
Will promise to put a bridge over troubled water, but the river is dry
Anything that you could ever want, but nothing ever comes of it
Maybe not all, but just about everyone
They just get re elected, never seem to die
Or maybe they have got it so good, they don"t want to quit
when the rich get richer, "Oh, it is because of those old Republicans"
When the economy is down who is at fault, "The Democrats"
After all the mud slinging, they go out and wine and dine each other
And who foots the bull, the poor old hard working Americans
Seems like the donkeys and elephants all wear the same hats
If one did not know better, kind of like a brother
Most are lawyers at first, then keep going from there
Making more laws that we do not really need, taking freedoms away
Demanding that we eat, what they won't even taste
Trying to keep God hidden in a dark place, so we will not have a prayer
But someday they will pay
Look around and think, who is responsible for all the waste
They need to remember, the voters that out them in office, can vote them out as well
We need to make it so it is not so profitable to be a politician
Of The Flag and of God, become a defender
Or we will all go through nine kinds of Hell
And above all, be proud if being an American
Take away all the temptations, so that they will not become a :Repeat Offender
One day comes
not
Peoples, cities, neither panorama,
does not enough
more and more getting deep
that wound that inside of you.
One day comes
City turns to hell
that
this much you like go.
And that city turns to paradise
when you leave and you look back.
One day comes
magic breaks
nothing enough,
To understand hard the people;
myself too.
Loneliness like a heavy fetters
on your foots
Where you go
they are coming with you.
One day comes does not enough streets
One day comes, run off happiness., hope.
That hope that, never will be true.
All the same makes you stronger.