Best Put Your Foot Down Poems

SHE WANTED TO BE A NUN


After graduating from eighth grade,
She wanted to be part of the novitiate,
of the Holy Sisters of Nazareth.
Dad put his foot down loud and hard.

How she went from that, to nurse,to 
teacher ,to comedian and bellydancer?
Are eternal questions to which she...

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As I sit here and silently wait I can only think this isn't love it must be hate 
I've been lost in your tantalizing charms 
And all I want to do is feel you in my arm 
when I close my eyes nightmares only terrorize...

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Pay attention Missy
Things are gonna change
You ain't gonna like it
It's gonna seem real strange.

"Honey-do" days are over
Sparks are gonna fly
I know that you won't wanna change
But by God you better try!

I'm gonna put my foot down
Cause I got feelin's too
I'll tell you now exactly what
I...

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Falling in love is easy or so I've heard it said
Don't know up from down, it's crazy in your head
All you need is vision of this sexy charming face
Your heart then disappears, leaves without a trace.

Oh crap why can't I fall in love like other...

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He unlocked his brakes
With tri-pod in place
Put his foot down
On his own ground..

With help from above
He stood on both feet
One step
Then two steps
It wasn't that steep..

From here
To there
Is what
He cared about
The most
How far
How close..

He controls 
His life on wheels
No one knows
How he feels..

Unlock your brakes
Put...

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i am the wordsmith
son of the verbalist
my expressions flows 
in clicks of my tongue
like the San of the sands
the only strange thing about me
is my cliks and twists are softer
and sincere
but fearless...
I am the very woman
who will live by her offspring
and voice her dreams
because she...

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To balance on a bike

you've gotta keep moving

but

 

since we can't

always move

 

our lives will improve

if we learn just when

it's time time time

to put a foot down

 

to keep

from falling

and breakin

our crown

 

wise is the way to flow

and forward

is the way

to go

in

this place

called the space...

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On my way to the Northern of Namibia,
between Kalkveld and Otjiwarongo,
I saw a woman next to the road,
a tall, battered figure, with blood-stained cloths,
eyes glows yellow in the light of moon, 
long pointed teeth in a red colored mouth,
feet that ended in claws rather than...

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Grandma's Pets

My granda went away to sea
For many months on end
He'd travel on a fishing boat
With his brother and a friend

He used to write home regularly
And tell some quite tall tales
About being in a far-away place
When he was actually in Wales

Once they actually went to...

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It was a time to bond and booze with dear Papa,
An interval all the more naughtily charming
As it inflamed the temper of irascible Mama.
Before happy hour, we two went shooting
With the three o three I bought for drama
In a gauche youth that was always dragging.
Out...

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July 30th 2010

Face of Foul

Clever thy is or thy once was?
On a clear day, I did indeed pray.
So then, the clouds flew over me.
After many adjustments came doves.
Then feathers tumbled as they fray.
Thus, a backstroke of a quill is a key.

Far far away in a...

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slar, slar, see you later, Danny P, you are a masterbator.

Slar bucks, is all i can say, i need a kebab, every single day.

The turbs is gone, they towed it away, it had so much rust, they crushed it 2day.

We had bare jokes, in that...

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You are pulling me down like gravity
You can be so burdensome 
You are pushing me down angrily
You are dangerous like a lion in the 
spooky den unlike some
You got to build more self-esteem 
I have no problem with you living your 
dream
I encourage that from...

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Inside of me want to cry, scream and shout
My thoughts are all in a scramble so I decided to write it out.
How could I be so blinded by love?
Look what you have done
But I can’t hate you for changing me into the women I’ve become.
You...

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the cookie monster gets her strength
from the plate by your bed.
Sucking down crumbs, growing at every bite,
knowing she shouldn't be fed.
Christmas eve is her favorite day,
when the goods are brought about.
After bed time, she downs the whole plate
so when Santa comes, they're all out.
She hibernates...

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