Best Step In Poems
I sat in the kitchen, Mum stood at the sink,
the radio nattered away,
when all of a sudden she stopped washing the pots,
a Fleetwood Mac song started to play.
It was 'Albatross', “ We used to both dance to this,
a Slow Foxtrot, your Dad and me,
come on, grab my hand, have a go, learn the steps
it is easy to do, as you'll see ”.
We stood face to face, hand in hand and began,
as she walked through the steps like a pro,
I tried to pick up both the rhythm and steps
without crushing all of her toes.
We moved round the floor in a figure of eight,
by the end of the song not too bad,
and with a smile on her face, both eyes closed,
for a second,
she danced Slow Foxtrot with my late Dad.
Categories:
step in, dance, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
What's for you shall never pass you.
And you better hold it tight and know its value.
Cause there ain't nothing like taking something for granted,
waking up the next day and wishing you had it.
Time is ticking always in a rush.
Surrounded by people who haven't earned your trust.
Mouths moving, but they ain't making noise.
Walking around with knives and guns, and I ain't talking toys.
Society still putting labels everywhere,
just giving another reason for people to stop and stare.
Oh! but you can't use gay, oh no you wouldn't dare.
Black boys getting called niggas everyday , but I forgot society don't care.
People getting slandered everyday for speaking the truth.
Didn't know it could hurt so bad, but now I have a clue.
People still reppin their green, red, even white and blue,
for the sake of themselves and the pride that they hold onto.
Im just traveling through this world and observing my view.
Not trying to conform to this world; no need to please any of you.
When I write these rhymes I'm spittin' nothing but the truth.
So don't shoot the messenger, I'm just trying to give you a birds eye view.
Categories:
step in, analogy, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
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Drones abound the London sky
Search lights stray and flick to something and nothing
The bicycle dings its bell every sixth house
As the warden swishes his front tyre left and right up the empty evening street
The council house drapes of black and brown are shut tight regulation tight
He's coming he's coming tape up tape up she shouts
Don't want another fine for light
The grub is ready at the back door for a quick dash to the air-raid shelter in the night
Sirens whail and bellow and bomber engines humm in ever louder melts
Fire fire and the engines leave the call centre and head the regular route to the city
God bless em souls the dear old lady calls as she stirs the black current jam
Whistling bombs and Stucker dives throttle and hurtle a miss
But they land too well and devastate the docklands and the strip
Hell's fire rages along the wharfs as fire-ships spray the warehouses
Brave soles are they who stay out amid the descending droplets of terror
Face the wrath of Germany's luftwaffe who continue to pour water and pull souls
And morning cannot come fast enough for to French shores a retreat
Arrival of Dawn and the last bombers chug away hasseled by the RAF
And down descends a lonely Tommy ace one of our own bewildered lads
Parachute wrapped and Tommy sitting on Sally's polished red front door-step
Here are her two prides of joy: One sitting on the other; the live one her brother.
(One of her biding memories of the London Blitz)
Night time Bombing raid in London's fair City during Second World War
Categories:
step in, war, house, fire, fire,
Form:
Narrative
Seek to master your frustrations...
The most important lessons are learned the hard way...
Don't fear the utter darkness, sooner or later everything is revealed in the light...
The evidence is all around you.
It's only as difficult as you perceive it is and it's only as complicated as you make it.
The prize is worth the fight
And the journeys reward is the experience...
Shelter yourself from animosity where by doing so you take the wind from their sails...
Give thanks.
No matter the situation give thanks.
Because everything happens for a reason.
So smile in the face of adversity because you've been preparing for this.
Put extra effort into your endeavors, destiny awaits.
Make your words carry sincerity and your actions consistency.
Never forget where you came from.
Part of understanding where you are headed is realizing where you've been.
It's important to cry as much as it is to laugh.
Step in confidence.
Categories:
step in, care, change, courage, dedication,
Form:
Sweet angel guide me to this place of rest,
My weary soul at last takes its final breath,
A single bell to mark another death
Yet beginnings wait in an angel’s breast.
For death is not an end of things to me,
As life begins and ends within this place,
There are many more challenges to face,
But for a while I will be resting free.
My spirit roaming here upon a cloud,
With she who bound my heart with her sweet love,
And took my oath to the heavens above,
Together now, beyond the hallowed shroud.
As one in life we shared in love’s romance
So again shall our spirits step in dance.
Form: Canadian Sonnet
Categories:
step in, death, loss, love, life,
Form:
Sonnet
since 1989,
over 200 exonerated prisoners
have walked because of DNA
evidence revealing their lack of
guilt &
10 or so “successful” executions
have been performed,
ending the lives of individuals
whose guilt was found to be of
great suspect, post-mortem---
as the 2.3 million or so
(highest per capita rate of prisoners
in the world), piled &
stuffed into incarceration all over
the empire continues to grow,
there are said to be anywhere
between 44,000 & 80,000
of these individuals, locked away
in solitary confinement.
maximum security prisons weren’t
enough apparently &
so the construction of the “supermax”
has brought a new spin to the tossing
of citizens into garbage cans, where in an
act of complete lack of responsibility &
ignorance, a smaller garbage can inside
the larger, has become the norm &
not the exception for those individuals
within the prison system.
Anthony Graves’ own testimony
at the first US Senate hearing of its kind
addressing the psychological torture &
human rights abuses occurring in supermax
isolation, detailed the utterly horrible &
desperate conditions of his own unlawful
incarceration which stole 18 YEARS of
own his life---
10 of them which he spent in
solitary.
the fact that this hearing took place is
a step in the right direction, for the abuse
of the abuser (if in fact said individual is
even guilty) does nothing but perpetuate
the violence wielded on society,
by society & none of us are innocent in
this, but the questions concerning what goes
on in prisons should not end here,
it should BEGIN & though people like
Senator Dick Durbin of Illinois seem to have
their heart in the right place,
he is just one man & a politician at that
(with hands bound to do the bidding of those
that fund his election)---
it is WE, the public on the outside,
the family & the friends,
the concerned & the outraged,
who need to step forward &
speak out against the powers that be,
so that those on the inside might gain
education, become rehabilitated &
have a REAL chance in the world that
spit them out the first time around.
without this kind of compassion &
defense of ALL our rights, the violence
will only increase.
Categories:
step in, life,
Form:
Free verse
I don't understand were all this is coming from. I just know! I feel your words and understand your pain. The real question is! Do you understand my words and pain? Do you see through my eyes the many tears, I hold inside?
The damage that has been done, in my soul. The wall you worked so hard to bring down. To get my heart to love again. Love you! Now that wall has rise to the top and I'm trying to bring it down. It's just so hard knowing what I know inside.
Has, I continue to cry and still hold you by my side. Has I never thought of letting you go. I was just following my heart and running from pain. Pain that was bringing me down to the ground. I felt eight feet under each time I took a step.
Now you stand before me and my mind can't think. My finger won't move, my legs, arm, nor lips. All I can do is dream into your eyes and see if, what you say is true. So I may know if I can continue loving you. Being with you. Living a lifetime with you. Has, I married you under , God. Telling him my body, mind and soul was yours. Until the day I die.
Categories:
step in, husband, love, wife, words,
Form:
Romanticism
It was her sixteenth birth year...
She was madly in love with an elderly goon
I forbade her to step forward
She denied being backward.
Yelling at me, she insulted me in all possible ways,
My poor little angel, my lovely sweet sissy,
I saw her, drowning to dark hole bit by bit
I smelled danger, as if, it was like-
A raven rushing at her……
To suck her blood to the death
She wanted to taste all the way life
But it was too wild, the moron was devilish
He had his own wife with three kids!
I warned again my sweet little sis,
‘Don’t love’! She never looked back and drowned;
Continued sipping the nasty blood and blood sucked her
Until the raven attempted to kill her
She fled then, emptied, broken hearted.
Written by-Tasmina Hayat Khan
9th January 2016
Categories:
step in, nostalgia, sister,
Form:
Narrative
A Step In Garden
Level of pleasant was overwhelmed
Facing crowded competition of roses
Different colours and vivid adorned
Many poses were fabulous and demanded
No order to pluck neither to irrigate
Morning was alerting no interfere in roses
Humming of bees and insects were silent
Late night only gave them leisure for rest
Sincere commitment was there to purview
A time of maturity hardly stays
Day by day consumption from other and
Panic starts to hide form rays
A cycle of life and a class of success
Knitted design by other as if compelled
For market and export purposes
Due to praise and claimed by grand success
Plays of nature and fabrication of sense
Weaves so designed and patterned face
As if complex human brain, a clear perfect
Evolution in wisdom a never ending process.
Categories:
step in, beauty, environment, garden, spring,
Form:
Free verse
Every ringside observer knows,
Truth don’t pull no punches
Getting down dirty in the earthy trenches,
reveal who the real
firmament workers are
When a pile of brown waste
is coming out of
somebody’s backdoor mouth
Don’t let ‘em try to shovel
those swarm of flies
thru the front door of your house
Avoid walking thru those cow pastures:
Don’t step in it ...
Let none of that smelly smear
stick to your shoe
Avoid the uranium fear manure fields:
Don’t get scare-boo
by their lung moo
When punch drunk ear boxers
start piling the lies on thick
Their green excrement promises
is gon make you vomit sick
Don’t get the greedy steer eyes,
then open your fattened,
flattered mouth by bribe surprise ...
Don’t snake steak swallow none of it
Grab that honest-to-good shovel
and start sweat swinging it
If not, soon you gon be
knee deep in
every bridle inch of this horse plop obit
Step lightly ... always in the path of right
Avoid dim cow pastures
that darkly wanna stumble dung smack your mouth
But, Truth gon always bulrush connect
to a Nile gator jaw
Crocodile teeth gon always try to
bite the lion’s paw
Remember the Queensberry Rules,
my gentlemen peeps:
Bury the right cross in a fool’s jaw,
and do it justly jab quick
Bob and weave ... don’t fall for none of those
fake counter punches,
bifurcated tongue tricks
The Devil says, fight dirty —
do whatever it takes to get rich
But those who choose to win that way,
will fall blindly
into the bottomless money pit
Making it so Lucifer loser plain to see,
they stepped into a mess of it
And in that sour field of filthy lucre dreams,
full of lying, nasty quips ...
Their sphincter mouths will surely
get a shovel full of
derriere brown stick lips
Categories:
step in, humor, satire, wisdom, word
Form:
Burlesque
Dawn Collette Mclaughlin
future is a journey
The steps we walk forward
Every now and then
A crack in our path
Making a obstacle
Swerve in a broken track
Just keep walking
With your head up high
Missing the ground of faults
With a smile stroll tall
Fate is all in front
Since the minute we are born
So leave the negative
Infuse positive breath it
Categories:
step in, journey, metaphor,
Form:
The Next Step In Human Evolution
By Elton Camp
Since human genes have been mapped
To new possibilities they have to adapt
Perhaps there will come a new way
One’s genetic instructions to convey
Genes composed of A, T, G and C
May be sent just as quick as can be
Desired qualities they can then pick
Avoid those able to make a child sick
For a uterus there will be no need
Into a replicator the genes feed
Then will come an electronic whirl
And out will pop a baby boy or girl
Categories:
step in, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Every step in life
Willing to take a chance
Wondering what will appear
Also many to disappear
This feeling came to be
I feel its getting stronger
Hanging on tight
Please do let go
Don't live in the past
Live day by day
Make many memories
Make a future
My mind keeps wandering
Which is not a bad thing
Thinking of our options
Brings a smile upon my face
Categories:
step in, life,
Form:
Free verse
Life is what you don’t step in—
It’s what you step around.
But if you’re always missin’ it,
It’s still there on the ground.
Sometimes you cannot miss it—
It goes up to your neck—
But now you know just what it is
And say “Now what the heck!”
But like cowpokes too close to fire—
We have to eat some soot.
If it ain’t all over your boots,
You’d just as well be barefoot!
Categories:
step in, cowboy-western, funny, life, philosophy,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
I have a slip of memory,
when you casually took the initiative and passed my water bottle to a friend of mine whom I couldn't reach.
I shared a laugh for the first time with you.
*For the first time with you again*
*Because of you,* I laughed dozens of times.
We are set in the same classroom, in the same school.
And I know you and your moves.
I just didn't mind thinking of your funny attitude again.
When you took it with two fingers, trying to reach your hand in my direction, I could see you smiled too.
We are not there yet to share them,
but heard me.
Why am I wondering when I knew you would be?
When I gave you smiles and waves,
and sometimes it did not even work,
I waited unresponsive to wait for yours.
But you had answered, just differently.
I misunderstood your humor over time,
because you grew from the other side.
But still, I laughed for a bit.
Even though I thought some of them were a cup of tea with what I wouldn't fit.
But I see it was right,
when you asked and got nothing left but waited for me to step in,
*since you were waiting for a turn to check if I am alright with being talked to,*
*and I just knew,*
and turned around and said: "I have one!"
I had already grabbed my bag,
but still, you asked, *since you were waiting for a turn to check if I am alright with it,* "May I? That would be nice."
Even though I had already answered with yes.
When I gave it to you, you said thank you twice.
As you were done, even though I had seen me coming, you said, "Lisa, here is your ---,"
*since you wanted to make sure I could make a turn around.*
I unplugged it after I said thank you and took the cable from your hands again, saying: "Thank you."
Categories:
step in, 9th grade,
Form:
Free verse