Best Hit The Ground Running Poems
Got a wild hair and found a younger woman
did I.
Took a trip oh howtime did fly.
I wake up she already ran three miles.
Going eighty down the interstate.
she's doing more than playing
with the dials.
Last night in the sack.
She turned into a gymnast and
almost broke my back.
Now im looking through the phone book
begging her ex boyfriend to take up the slack.
If there ever was a foutian of youth I wish
sombody would pour me a cup.
Cause im having a hell of a time keepin up.
For the first time I gotta chick askin hey you
asleep?
Gonna change my name to Dracula
with the hours I keep.
Took her to the track and she out ran a horse.
Some guy looked to me and asked.
You gonna take her to the derby?
To which I replied of course.
One night she asked wouldnt this be great to do forever?
Hit the ground running.
Saying baby I gotta check the weather.
You know this old dog just aint no young
pup.
I might be on oxygen and in a electric wheelchair.
But im keepin up.
Took a trip off the beaten path.
Nothing modern in site.
Knee deep in the woods and to scared to laugh.
Blew a tire.
Met some dude that said something about my mouth.
He did admire.
So I ran in fear.
Till no longer him and his brothers dueling banjo
I could no longer hear.
So deep in the forest far from the city and familiar hoods.
Somebody save me.
Cause im lost in the backwoods.
Screamed like a girl when something
moved near me.
Didnt realize it was a rabbit.
Now im stuck up a dam tree.
Hit the ground running screaming like a banshee.
Thorns in my side twiggs in my hair.
Tore my britches.
And left something expossed I really wish wasnt bare.
I herd a voice yell fool I fixed your flat tire.
I felt like a moron hiding in poisen ivy.
With my skin on fire.
Looking like a half naked wildman I stummbled
back to my car.
Threw the guy a tweenty and said.
Now point me to the closest
bar.
When the president said ‘misunderestimated’
Everybody wondered, ‘was he ever educated’
But I forgive him that, for the thing that makes me ‘EEK!’
Is the mad proliferation of Corporation Speak…
For thirteen years a desk paid my rent
As I gave a hundred and ten percent
While progress chasing, the big knobs suggested
I could perhaps be more invested
They said action that
And try blue sky thinking
Let’s square the circle
Cos floating ain’t sinking
So pick it up and run with it
But bring it to the table
And hit the ground running
Don’t smoke in the stable
Scare the ghost
Feel the commotion
Peel the onion
Boil the ocean
If you’re out of the loop
Go punch the puppy
We’ll take it on board
(While I punch the yuppie)
So here’s the game changer
Think outside the box
We need joined up thinking
Heads up, shoot the fox
It’s a no brainer, for it’s got legs
The tastiest coffee still has dregs
So find a window, bump some heads
You can’t make an omelette without cracking eggs
So let’s all sing from the same hymn sheet
For we live in a world full of corporate speak
I rest my case
on a house of cards
(that)
hit the nail on the head
(of) the nail in the coffin
(that)
hit the ground running
where the rubber hits the road
(while)
time flies when you’re having fun
in the nick of time
(and)
all’s well that ends well
all is fair in love and war
(let’s not forget that)
the writing’s on the wall
it could be worse
(as)
the light at the end of the tunnel
is a perfect storm after the calm
I've heard that endings are for lunchtime, college careers and birthdays, Once they come around, they're wont be other times quite like them. I could feel your heart beat vibrating faster each time my hands made a movement to press against your waist, and then slowly silence itself as soon as our arms dressed each other like heavy winter coats. I could've sworn that narrow arms stretched long like highways & interstates; long enough to make you loose sight of custom made licence plates with letters that spell out nicknames. I remember my tire-treaded arms could wrap around your two-laned-traffic yellow dash marks so that you could feel the friction of protection keeping you just enough away from a head on collision. Bumps in the road and all; we always kept going straight. The path seemed endless, but I guess a rubberband heartbeat can loose it's elacticity without another set of arms to bounce back into. So I snapped back with both hands on the steering wheel before crashing dead into the reality you no longer wished for. Lord, I needed your direction. I just wanted to get my life back in the right lane, & it looked like using my father's shoes to accel and the yellow pages for a booster seat wouldn't cut it anymore, so I had to grow up and accommodate my life for a few years of extra leg room. Hit the ground running, move forward and don't give up can sometimes be premature reminders that you just got your licence to live your life again only but a few months ago, so don't rush into something you're not ready to reach for yet. Let your legs grow. Allow your heart to beat in the steps of a one-two rhythm again. Realize that knowledge is power, and free your mind from the slavery of hands twisting at your spinal cord, and words that whip you into emotional retardation. Tell yourself your value is weighted more than the trouble inside the baggage you carry. Take yourself out on a lunchdate. Graduate from one stage of living to the next. Have your birthday cake, cut out a slice for a loved one and then smash your face in it like a toddler would. Follow in your Creator's footsteps, and He will direct your path.
Enjoy the path ahead of you.
The future is in sight.
I believe my words meets you in good state of mind
and health
Do you believe africa can become a better continent?
If so,how?
Young pepole must change their attitude__any part
of their mindset holding them back!
If so,they should set goals to improve their behaviour
and find solutions to challenges facing africa.
Young people must work twice as hard to make africa
a better continent:
We have no time to waste but to make this continent
that the LORD gave us a better place for
future generations.
Our children must be able to hit the ground running
to get somewhere meaningful.
We must work wholeheartedly in order to transform static
policies since we got independence!
Africa should not be the only continent in the world where
outsiders find cheap commodities and slaves
to improve their economies!
That backwater theory must change,something beautiful
needs to happen very quickly!
Spectators have portrayed africa's reign as a missed
opportunity to tackle problems___
A yawning rich-poor gap to stiffly politics
and controversial policies__
That africa's collective leadership have been too timid
to implement good governance policies
because of remote controlled influence!
Something wonderful must happen to our mindset__
Europe or America did not develop in one day!
And technology did not fall from heaven___
but it was invented and innovated.
Where africa cannot create,let us buy advanced
green technology,
to make rock-solid industriariazation
I believe,africa's economy can grow to become among
the world's largest economies___
And our per capita income can quituple!
chipepo lwele
*To my fellow africans both living in africa or outside africa
Surely God is good,
Surely to Israel,
Surely God is good to Israel,
Surely God to pure hearts,
(please don’t call me Surely)
Soitenly God-Blessed are the dear-heart folks?
Who shall have attended God?
But
As for me
I slipped, I stumbled, I hit the ground running to heavens to Betsy to pieces
See!
Laugh!
Sinners are much more
Unchained!
Untied to the wheel-death
Love-death has them unlocked up in chains.
Lo chains
Lo kemia-metas
Lo scissom
Lo mela
Lo mayonc
Lo kolojimalta
Lo maya
Lo mahlimn
Lo emf
Lo ma
Where are their boils?
Their scabs?
Their bedsores?
Their scars?
Their bites?
Their necks’s burnt-red-rope burns?
Their chains?
Where are their knock-kneed pigeon-toed lame-brain lariat at?
What are they seeing with their fat-swallowed eyes?
What are they feeling, clothed with outward-pointing fingers,
Torn off beggars’s hands?
They break, they berate, they belittle, they bully, they beat, they badger, they kick us when we’re down, they go tell it from the cell towers and satellites, through vines of shielded cables carpeting the ocean floors, in the now-in-mega-size, radio-wave singing bowls, in the bitty ears of moles and pigeons and apples.
They twirl twin cigars lifted through the heavens, inevitable fallout, ashes to ashes of homes of gentle people, and they cough smoke over the face of earth.
Impressive.
Are you not impressed?
But
As for me
I thank them for their time.
Be the lighthouse on the sea
Guiding lost souls to come to me
Ponder this through your heart and war
Should I come to knock on your door
I count the hours locked away
And to my hearts contempt I stay
A little line of mine to shine
My own burden to bear..it's mine
Suffering and pain will be your antidote
to the timeless of memories and the most remote
The lighthouse flashes and shines its light
to the edge of the water its beams stray bright
Beware of the chance when you walk in vain
And the souls of your feet, where the sand falls grain by grain
Potential is high when you reach for the bar
hit the ground running and shoot for the stars
Brave is the man who dares to dream high
For the insurmountable courage
of a goal that will never die
Peaks aren't reached by an ephemeral hike
A momentary doubt is a receding climb
Half-hearted attempts won't suffice
Look at the heart and look at the price
Even though you were used and were made a spawn
these words of mine will go on and on
And with my final breath I plea
To be the lighthouse on the sea
In real life this is a comical fellow, sort of strange
Most know him from the cartoons, tricking the old coyote
More to our feathered friend, after a victory then the usual "beep beep"
As he goes at lighting speed across the range
Running like it is his last run and that is all she wrote
One might think that he runs in his sleep
Black, white with some gray, cocky little head with a needle like beak
Long tail feathers, a lot like a weather vane
As he rip roars across the desert floor
Not much meat on his bone, stream lined and sleek
Curious, playful, but he can entertain
Always on the run. flying to him is a chore
The female will build a nest, for the on coming young
It is the ugliest thing you have ever seen, but for defense
She will hide them inside
Rattle snakes love them, they hunt for them when spring has sprung
The nest if sticks is better than a barb wire fence
Then off to hunting again and a wild ride
When a predator is near, they will take to flight
Just a short distance, for a speedy escape
Then hit the ground running, that is how they got their name
Very seldom see them in a tight
Or stick around if there is a scrape
Running along, just like life is a game
Alone in the light
Just barely scraping by
I'm itching for a fight
I tear away from the urge to die
I'm wide awake from a bolt of lightning
I realize my position now
Man or machine, the lines are blurred
As the fire burns in my soul
Burning now, released from my chains
I'm clawing towards the light
No burnout from this flamethrowing fury
Ten thousand fires ignite
Full throttle, hit the ground running
With the passion to excel
God help those who think I'm giving up here.
I grew up on the right side
Of the wrong side of the tracks
I hit the ground running
With no thought of looking back
First I ran from town to town
Then from pen to pen
Caught up in an endless game
There is no way to win
Then on day while I was banging
My head against the wall
I realized the only way to win
Don’t play the game at all
Today that seems so long
Though it was just the other day
That my beloved lab and I
Had to go our separate ways
Some days when I’m alone
I can hear it call
As every vein in my body
Suddenly starts to crawl
My demons have been many
As I walk with my ghost
Friends that I knew and loved
Gave their lives to the host
As I look into the mirror
At my tattoo brands
Reminders of the other day
When I was a different man
On the right side of my chest
Is my gangster patch
In the world of prison gangs
B.C.G. is hard to match
A break off from the brotherhood
It’s an assassin’s brand
And every time I look at it
I wonder, “Am I forever damned”
I guess it’s neither hear nor there
It simply is my past
And I beat it down everyday
To make my future last
It’s all about “just one more day”
One second at a time
As the battle rages on
Up in this heart of mine
“Just one more day” has worked for me
As I lace up my shoes
It’s been one thousand one hundred seventy one
Since I last wore prison blues
The trials have been many
It’s hard to conquer fate
When you do know it’s true
Inside you do feel great
And about my crawling veins
Just one thing to say
Once again I used my pen
To write them away
I think now I’ll go inside
Give my wife a kiss
Answer the question she ask of me
Nothing of that life that I miss
I find nothing wrong with being educated--
As long as one's education doesn't exceed one's intelligence.
Ya know what I mean Vern?
It's like putting two friendly cats in a sack,
shaking it up and dumping them out.
Each will claw and scratch to get ahead,
as they hit the ground running.
Kind of puts me in mind of life.
Everyone strives for some competitive advantage.
For some, It's formal education,
It's one thing to have it--still another to use it.
But never consider yourself the better person simply because of it.
When you make this mistake,
you have surrendered your competitive advantage
to the person who's diploma reads
School Of Hard Knocks.
Beset it seems on every side
Invasions perturbations in our lives
By order or by decree
Or by slight of propaganda
These troublesome entries are constantly knocking
And the no escape from it comes a mongering
Some demand made of sanity
A madness to strain our credulity
Were you sitting there quite comfortably
Contemplating silence's captivity
Captivated yourself by its rest
But every morning to hit the ground running
Crisis disasters of disasters crisis
This daily threat of sunrise
Pours its sleepless night into our eyes
Not a moment left for peace of mind
Confusions deception
On mass the fear filled information
We swim through the murk of this menacing cauldron
Afraid for ourselves alarmed for our children
These unknown shadows lurk behind
Our every effort to gain a little peace
No space for peace
No peace of mind
No chance to live in peaceful lives
Ever the next agenda turns a new blind alley corner
Always the next bill demands its paying
Forever the following threat to dog your already crooked steps
Still somewhere in the world injustice is reigning
And we know people like us are suffering and dying
We feel the tragedy
So abhorrent the degredation can only be
Leaves its anguish in our souls
We have no other story
Only dreams and hopes of a life
Lived in the peace we seek
And how much happier we all could be
If the snarling hounds of a deviant ideology
Hadn't stolen every second of ataraxis
When I open the history books and hit the ground running.
my boots quake in fear as I race across the verses.
Doomed are the people not rooted in the past, once the rot sets in, originality goes to the gallows.
I wonder when did the west become a crystal ball, a little of pac's life to spice up your life and the local taste is trash.
Wisemen once said beauty is in the sense(s) of the beholder, but all I see is beauty is from the west.
Who wants the local wear anymore when you can dress up like kanye west.
Who wants to dance to the local drum when drake beats hits the waves.
Who wants to look black anymore like icarus who flew too close to the sun when you can breach.
Hell everyone is hitting the saloon to cocoon their hides in acids until they are light.
If it looks like a duck and dress like a duck, quacks like a duck it's a shame the is white.
Your words clung to my heartstrings
Hitchhikers on my favorite dress i couldn’t pull off anyway
How could I? I've too many lumps to hide
No one likes me after all, so try and speak in poems
Oh wait, that’s bad too, at least that’s what you made me believe
You lift me to let go, so why try standing
I’d hit the ground running.