Best Grit Poems
Subtitled: I'll Walk Again
Some tomorrow soon, I shall walk again,
though not as I walked in days past.
To reach that doorway - my foremost campaign
and thus I'll keep walking my last.
Therapy is pain; it's a stormy fight
taking great effort in this cast.
The doctor reports my future looks bright,
I'll walk again, my grit steadfast.
The memory of the accident still clear.
Walking alone I had just passed
the corner turn that leads back from the pier.
dune buggies race the storm too fast
in sand too deep, too wet for certainty
lightning and collision contrast
In time, I'll grasp life as an amputee.
I'll walk alone, my grit steadfast.
New normal I tackle with amnesty,
I cannot cast blame nor lambast.
For such is pathetic activity
generating storms far more vast
than one which caused my disability.
My good broken leg is the mast
where my banner flies with tenacity.
I'll walk at peace, my grit steadfast.
The acclamation Assata Shakur received came from her political activism.
Acclimation from a political asylum was not that easy.
Yet, the ease of acceptance was aes in the political world.
A wraith of admiration was given rathe.
Esprit de corps areally existed.
Aerial Assata was in focus.
Visionary to the cause and appose to the needs of others, she was not opposed to the
struggles that manifested.
Assata Shakur is the essence of true grit.
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Written March 19, 2016!
I slipped on a teardrop and landed upright,
With no tigers or werewolves to scare me,
In the long silent night so salient and tight,
Where there was no hunger and travesty.
Desiderata mounted as a goat passions one,
Front legs up, leaning upon his spritely girl;
Fuel of life, oh twig of gentleness unsprung,
Never do you appear contingent on a twirl.
Winds howled on and on under supervision,
It seemed as if they were tall and even valid;
Rains hit hard my fragile frame of collision,
For nothing and nonchalance did they pallid.
Hiding my face with a wooden, olive scarf,
And umbrella to enhance my laugh stout,
I braced the chill that bade me ill and dwarf,
To retake the lost love that i could not gout.
Vigour of kings, my heart leapt for plenty,
Directivity vitalised my lionising soft breath,
Towards my rock of goodness, my morality,
And I landed stealthily in my own free seth.
In nightshade she rages in fumes
And drives me to the edge of unrest
Inside coal eyes, my breath exhumed
Granting her to stew, I feel pressed.
Dark tresses of fire keeps burning
A passion that ignites a whirl...
This vixen’s scold reeks like a sting
But truth of her words were sincere.
Enticed, I drink the spiced potion
That bathes deep down inside of me;
Possessing a huntress’ grit, she drones
As my pride she melts, heavenly.
My woman is both river and sleet
Her quarter moon flushed with grace;
Eclipsing my will, my defeat
To accept a female's bold ways!
Dr. Ram Mehta's Husbands Are In Heaven.. Contest
by nette onclaud
My mama said “never give up, whatever you do!”
You can be anything you want to be in America
I’m not entirely sure that’s altogether true
In any case, it holds more promise than Africa.
You can be anything you want to be in America
When you’re down, someone will help you get up
In any case, it holds more promise than Africa,
Where so much more is required than a chin-up.
When you’re down, someone will help you get up
With determination, ambition, and grit you’ll succeed
Where so much more is required than a chin-up
Persistence pays, as Mama said, never concede!
Written November 27, 2022
grueling marathon
gumption and guts required
grit is that virtue which
gifts graceful females with
greatness despite the groans
girls give all they’ve got for
glory that comes with gold
a pleaides on the letter G
for Kim's contest
written December 1, 2016
Hit by the spray from the gritter on the highway,
Reminds me of insomnia, eyes rough with sand from
The beaches I can’t reach whilst mapping out my ceiling.
Run me down a road where only salt can melt the snow.
I looked upon the color white
In dreams that whisper in the night
And saw in waves of red and blue
Photonic frequencies of hue
The whirling energies that spin
The properties of matter
And as I stood upon the void, of wonder lost
and dreams devoid, then time was king and light was queen
and darkness was a ballroom
Where photons shattered danced and spun
where games were lost and wars were won
in energies of umpteen gees
that recreated matter and rules were only
paths that grew in dreams of whispered chaos
Then time stood still in purple hue
and I was left in Laos
The void’s still there for those who care to only
pull the blinders But white light turns and darkness
burns and forwards is behind us
So squint y’r eyes and live y’ lies and
weave a plaid t’ warm yer
Or smoke your pot and live your lot in sunny
California But in the end when you can’t bend
Don’t say I didn’t warn yer
Reality is hard to see with eyes that dream
of what could be. they only seem to really see
The sky the clouds the sand the sea
the lump of grit that could be me
In oh so empty timeless space
contemplating nothing
A
Poem's
Like a pearl
First, there's the grit
Scratching your mind; the rest grows around it.
3/17/20
He
like a drink
did granpa
Shreeve
Sergeant stripes
still on his
sleeve-
Victorian born
buckled belt
boots,trousers
braced
strong
silent,twirled
of moustache
rigid
upright
no ceremony-
faded
sepia grey
in
memory
Waves tossed fiercefully high,
Wind blew like typhoon,
Fire razed like inferno,
Earth moved like a quaker,
People turned against like foes,
Climes changed to inhospitable,
Grievous events piled up in heaps,
Everything in the ethereal,
seemed destined for destruction,
for good and for real,
Shook they could everything,
everywhere and all over,
The day was saved,
by that "little" thing,
human "grit" and "determination",
stood"inside"giving a lot of hope.
Ten years on an island
Can that really be?
Because living near sand
Has been my fantasy.
Except when sticky grit
Gets into my food.
And invades hidden cracks
That show up when I’m nude.
Well, enough about that,
Small inconvenience.
I’ll dine on a straw mat,
Which makes a lot of sense.
And during any hour
I’ll get much relief.
With a brand new shower
Not far from the reef.
Oh shucks, now that I’ve picked
Two of the items.
You might think that I’m licked
Yet, I’m not frightened.
Sure I don’t have a camp,
Or means for a fire.
But a nice genie lamp
Would fill those desires.
It sounds like I’m cheating
Though that’s not my aim.
Plus there’s no fear meeting
Someone to pass blame.
Ten years may sound dreadful
On an isle so teeny.
But not fully fretful
With the aid of a genie.
For What Would You Take contest, 10/27/13
It's time to circle the wagons
because were getting attacked,
we can see the arrows flying
from way up in the back,
instead of having a peace treaty,
he chose the warpath,
just because were Republican,
and he is Democrat,
frankly, I didn't see this coming,
from a fellow poet on the soup,
I thought everyone here was friendly,
and not wanting to put up their dukes,
you think that Republicans are all to blame,
in your Democrat mind,
but if you think your going to force
me to vote for Hillary,
you must be a little insane,
its Donald or Hillary,
not much of a pick,
maybe what we need is a cowboy,
someone with true grit,
too bad we didn't have a candidate,
who wasn't so lame,
what we really need for a President,
is someone more like John Wayne.
ROLL ENOUGH PASTRY DOUGH TO MAKE TWENTY TURNOVERS EACH RECIPE
POTATOE TURNOVERS
Two cups of minced bell peppers, red and yellow(one cup each). Two cups of green onions. Quarter cup of minced garlic,two cups of cooked chopped bacon.three cups of sour cream,two cups of feta,ten cups of mashed potatoes and six eggs.
GRIT AND BEEF TURNOVER
cups of shredded beef,two cups of roasted asparagus,one cup of parmesan cheese ,two cups of Swiss cheese,one cup of red onion,quarter cup of sunflower seeds,one cup of yellow bell pepper.Quarter cup of olive oil, two tablespoon cayenne pepper,four eggs,, eight cups of cooked grits
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Affenia'sAnnio sauce
In a one quart jar with a lid quarter cup of lemon zest, quarter cup of lime zest.Quarter cup of crushed garlic cloves,quarter cup of red pepper flakes,Ten basil leaves.Quarter cup of extra dry gin.Quarter cup of white wine,half cup of lime juice.half cup of lemon juice.Quarter cup of olive oil,four tablespoons of capers.Put the lid on and shake.Put aside for a day.strain,and measure one cup
Two cups of diced raw chicken,sauteed in butter,one cup of asparagus ,two cups of sliced mushrooms,add the affenia's Annio sauce.Add one and a half cup of heavy cream,one cup of grated Parmigiano-reggiano remove from heat,add to one pound of cooked linguine ,top with green onions.
You think that you can see the lines encasing
Our past exploits from when you called my name?
Well, here we still remain; forever chasing
When I consent to play your charming game.
Perhaps it is a test of my devotion?
I'd journey far beyond those urban streets
If only I could set those gears in motion
With you; although the sunlight now depletes.
I do not fear the air that fills my lungs;
The cold that carries your sweet fallacy.
I long for creamy nights and writhing tongues
For last time, summer never set me free.
But let me see the glisten of your spit.
Leave me to contemplate the taste of grit.