Best Steppin Poems
*The feline Texan way*
A clean coat of paint - on my nails
Red shade of lips - on my smile
Solid oak charms - on my wrist
Country music - around my core
Flattering eyes - a rustic shell.
Join me in a "Country Girls Tale"
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Every day I draw near the morning dawn,
Abide by the landscape towards the new Texas sun
A track of yellow roses and cactus galore
I brand my name everywhere I travel
Allowing you near the bounds of my Wild West soul
I maintain it above the snake level everywhere I roll
Got my head up like a cowgirl,
Men around my black leather chaps
I tilt my bull hide hat leaving behind a sweet Texas Trail
Driving down a midnight Texan storm
It takes more than raindrops to knock me from my- “2-Steppin’ world.”
A windy ride, bruises under the hide taking it in like- “A Real Cowgirl!”
I got a tight hold on my saddle, holding on to a brighter morrow
Enjoying the voices and the sound
Tex-Mex lingo, round and round
Ropers and Wranglers are how I dress
I'm all covered, except for the top of my chest.
Living’ it up^, down here in the south.
Erin’ the lungs, shooting up the sport
Long necks’ and kissing under a rodeo’ moon.
Honky-Tonk, tattooing the mockingbird.
Down here:
You will see me sitting on the Country ground,
Peacefully staring into the optics of the "Alamo Stars."
Falling with the art found in the flag I hold.
I am The Wild!
I am The West!
“— A little dotty, but civilized!”
Enjoying the morning breeze,
Where the dew sits on the tip of Mother Nature’s tongue.
There and only there you will find me,
Under the brightest Texas Star
Everyday that we're together
will be...
another reason not to give up.
For every hardship we go through
will come...
the gift of us growing stronger together.
Every downfall that we may encounter
will become...
a steppin-stone for us to build upon.
Mama ate her collard greens with raw onions, pinching a
morsel of greens with sweet cornbread, as juicy pork
neckbones lay naked of meat.
The sweetness of life, like sweet Kool Aid fills our tummies,
while dishes await scrapes of scraps for the family pet; Tuffy.
A simpler time, when gas was priceless at $.75 a gallon-
and exhaust fumes were free.
Corner, Jewish owned stores amass nickels for pounds of salt
pork, fat-back and tabs for grits, Wonder Bread and sardines,
pennies for cookies, salted peanuts float atop RC Cola bottles,
while the neighbor; Miss Sally spits “bacca,” in a old tin can.
We sprint as Wilma Rudolph to tab a gallon of milk, after biting
a red pepper disguised as an ornament hanging from Daddy’s bush,
while I scratch melanin legs infested with sand-sores, from making
mud pies.
Strolls cross the railroad tracks on Saturdays offer rare window peeks,
as the Christmas parade showcases the only ***** High School
steppin high, erect and purposed, as integration passes the house.
Time creeps unaware of bigotry, racism, poverty and out-voted segregation.
Time welcomed newborns of newly born future stars shining dimly while
dressed in blackness to affirm cultural change.
Blessed assurance
There's more to life than this ole' world
He is holding me
Faith in what I can't see
Left with my walls tumbling down
Calloused and bruised
My heart lay on the ground
Try as I will,
try as I might
I will climb one mountain
And through faith tell the other to MOVE!
I could be upset that things are not what I want them to be
But I know the blessed assurance
And Jesus is holding me
Lord, give me the words to write to speak
for mine are so clumsy
My heart is soft and open wide
for I found love for the very first time
The chains that held me before
They don't hold me anymore
One eve my walls came tumbling down
All my deceit lay in front of me
My face to the ground
but this sin could not hold me
Through Christ is freedom
Oh, blessed assurance
There's more to life than this ole' world
He is holding me
My heart soft and opened wide
Yes, I found true love for the very first time
The chains that held me before
Well, no, they can't hold me anymore
Lord, give me the words to write and speak
for mine are so clumsy
Left with life so new and bright
steppin in His light
Try as I will,
try as I might
I will climb one mountain
And through faith tell the other to MOVE!
With the blessed assurance
Jesus is holding me
Faith in what can't be seen
The moon shines so beautifully in her misery
Grace the world with thousand ribbons of silver rays.
There was a young man,
A pleasure slumber seeker
Eyes bares love and faith
The hands grip the dreams and expectations
Steppin definitely in spirit
To the unknown life ahead
Forty years have passed
Two young men sit together
One with gray hair and wrinkled face
Other, a fresh and naive young soul
A bond of flesh and blood
Talking about life and living
And the moon..? A loyal companion in solitude
For the happiness of every soul, she craves.
BIG JOHN LITTLE
Big John Little shore could fiddle
Had em steppin Saturday nights
Got a wink from Mabel a waitin’ table
Then fiddled with all his might
Sometimes we feel like life is hard to face
and we race on a track with the lines misplaced
movin fast in separate directions passin by blessins that were meant to ease our stressin but we just keep steppin
and often we come to intersections and share our lessons only to find we have answered no questions
then we continue this fraud and the world never responds seeing as we throw a facade we think can fool even God
if only they knew that behind closed doors confusions beast roared and despairs birds soared and only the sword of the lord could take down discord
but being so sore from our misguided race when we try to lift it were quickly disgraced
and in that final hour they are nearly devoured
overtaken by the most forsaken angel to taste heaven
but before the teeth of the beast could seal their defeat the lord takes hold of his sword and knocks him off his feat
Then when we see there is nothing left to fear
still we ask where do we go from here
.I AM MAN
NOT A PUPPET NOR A PROJECT
IM MORE DAN A FACE
OR A MUTUAL CONTACT
SELF EXPLAINED BY DA SMILE
N PERSONALITY
SOFT SIDE BUT MY ANGER BE UNHEAVANLY
IM NOT A STEPPIN STONE
I AM MAN
IM GROWN
NO MORE LIL BOI GAMES
IM ON BIGGA N BETTA THANGS
DEY SAY GOD CRIES SO HE LETS IT RAIN
WATCH IT LIKE A MOVIE
THUNDER N LIGHTING CRACKS DA FRAME
IVE BEEN ME SINCE BIRTH
I DONT THINK I CAN CHANGE
IM LIKE A LONG SLEEVE
DESE IMITATES CANT HANG
***** ON A PEDAL STOOL
NOT MY FORTE
WAT ABOUT DA MEN
DEY DA REASON U HAVE A BABY TODAY
ITS NOT LOGISTICS
DERES NO UPS
DIS AINT FED EX
BABIES DONT COME WIT AN ADDRESS
LIFE BY YASELF
GET OVA DA STRESS
DADDY OR MOMMY AINT DERE
DERES KIDS DAT HAVE LESS
TEAR AFTA TEAR
WIPE YA FACE PLZ
CRYIN OVA SPILT MILK
DATS A MONTHS FOOD TO DA STARVING
BUT I AM MAN
IM NOT TALKIN DA WHITE GUY
IM DA BLAK MAN DAT SITS ON TOP OF DAT GUY
MANY CREDIENTIALS
U BETTA CHECK EM
DEAD BEAT JOBS
BEEN DONE LEFT EM
FALLIN HARD JUS TO COME UP EASY
BUT COMIN UP AINT EASY
BEST BELIEVE ME
ITS HARD WORK
N DEDICATION
IM SOMEONE UNIQUE
ON LIFE I OBSERVE
N I GIVE MY CRITIQUE
I AINT GONNA LIE
I DONE MADE MY MISTAKES
BUT I AM MAN
FOR U JUDGERS
DERE IS NO SPACE
Each Block full of cops and stray shots that spot and show the stash rats and infinit trash
speakers blast weed and hash dispatch mash whores and cash jealousy splash blood spills
landfills alcoholics who drink nyquil no frill foods and young uns rude slaughter lewd acts
coke and crack vein slaps used jim hats in poisonous snatch aids attack political traps dt
adapt or better yet attach years of crap scared and strapped studio raps fades and naps
preacher slacks jump rope and jacks actual facts make any fraud collapse jump to the next
beat crumblin sheets so manifique vessel lettin jewwels leak wise cries crusty eyes judges I
despise as the chicken fry I ask why is freedom denied and govermental pressure applied
here's the Queen city the light shining bright that handed me a beautiful wife and 4 seeds to
complete our life many strike and lash here's a black but pucker suckers steppin utilizing
non-destructive weapons ever so destined God's grace embrace a misunderstood race
searchin for a meaningful place we're not waste court case sent my rage circumvents wit a
toke of hemp bent ignores the rent due win no lose wit holes in my shoes take it next level
tru rebel mellow hello peace the faith that increase pray in the streets constant relief from a
soulsonic beat let's leap on cloud nine peops watch those that greet meek never weak
deeper than most chocolate amazon close sexy exotic fiberoptic tune in from day one
zoomin bloomin no coonin fist side by side Activist reactin making things happen minus
nappin law enforcement slaps and attack areas hood when it's the Europeans who always up
to no good. DEDICATED to all Black and Latino people dying in NEWARK!
There she goes the Bi-Polar Queen on her typical manic daydream
steppin to the tunes in her head, while hanging on her manic ledge.
Girl don't you worry, girl don't you cry,
Step out of your box, step out of your mind,
Let go of that ledge your gonna be fine.
I know it's hard for you to let go, when hanging on is all you've known
Though if you let go, you will see, that in letting go, you'll set yourself free.
Moment of truth (let's keep steppin)
Can't expect you to understand
You playing with house money
What started out as a silly bet
Is really not all that funny.
I've been in love with you since day one
I know I haven't been on your radar
There's never been anyone
To captivate me,stimulate me
So here's what's gonna happen
I'm gonna grab your hand and
we are gonna dance
You will come with me
as we go sliding into paradise
Since I first laid eyes
This is where I want to be
Can't you hear the music
Do you see me?
Feel me?
Loving you is what I was born to do?
What else would you have me do?
How else could or would I explain?
Why else would we be dodging the rain?
Out here on the edge of forever
What changed?
What changed is I finally got up the nerve
You got your nerve- now I sure do
And I'm here to tell you
We have arrived at the moment of truth!
I don't want this to pass me by
Hell it's worth the try
Maybe she will take a chance on this cool guy
I know he never spoke up before
I've fought the feeling waged war
I defeated my better judgement and decided to put myself all the way out here.
My heart is on my sleeve out side of my chest apart of my wears.
Exposed for the world to see.
I'm here to yell it to the mountain tops
Hey look at me?
Either I am really gonna step in it?
Or you gon grab my hand and we gonna continue steppin
It's you and me right here right now!
That's all I'm reppin
we are at the point of no return tell me you are all in?
Loving you is what I was born to do?
What else would you have me do?
How else could or would I explain?
Why else would we be dodging the rain?
Out here on the edge of forever
What changed?
What changed is I finally got up the nerve
You got your nerve- now I sure do
And I'm here to tell you
We have arrived at the moment of truth!
Before any doubt sets in?
Give me the answer
for which I been waitin
The breath in my lungs on suspend
As I am on baited breath
Give me my wings
Let's keep steppin into heaven!
Feeling these reeling things while i'm dealing with life, unappealing,
opposition to my competition on what life means, its composition,
we'll never really know, whats after or below, I guess go with the flow, yo, where's the afterglow?
isn't it ridiculous, like god and what a prick he is, people dieing in his name have you seen him steppin into this?? does he give a ****??
I think i need a therapist, they say that i'm a pessimist, I guess I'm just not good at this, the questions of do we exist.
is this **** blasphemy?? ****'s a catastrophe, I wonder if she'll set me free, the voice that lives inside of me,
sometimes i stay awake, i feel the earth spin,shake, is it an earthquake, or am i just over baked??
my lungs feel up with smoke, you know that I love to toke, coughing, **** I always choke, laughing it's all just one big joke
that is my therapy, religion so to speak, it is my way of findin peace, and i vow to never cease.
It happened fast, like a camera flash
Next I know she tip toes across my heart strings
She dances across it
Brief like mistletoe, awkward like middle school
Steppin on toes, her laugh turns hollow
Simple tune and my fears prove true
As the Celestial turns Demonic
And I rip
The stars from the sky for ammunition
Another part of my childhood turns victim
Another grave stone to mark a failed expectation
I scream in the memories
I shed tears for reflections past
Another smile built as an ashtray
Another shot and my sight goes amber
I was once the glass menagerie staring through the looking glass
Pressure cooked and shattered, eyes turned to broken glass
All I see are nightmares and faded dreams
As I hide in sleep simply to reminisce
As I saunter through my scar garden
He was a hero (not)
Infinite frigid cool-frozen cold subzero
A circle infinite ero
Resting on a pillow
Nestled in asleep in the willow
Mouth wide open, open curtains
Has a guest, not his wife and let
He rose,
She rose
Not a Godly man
Steppin out, and (just got caught)
Now label both them just wearin a sheet
Standin on their feet
in vitro-vitro
Not a good righteous couple neither one of them
Mine hero they’re just zeros
This couple of adulterers no heroes
4/18/22
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Leavin' all my footprints behind me, covering them, so that they can't find me.
They don't have to know where I've been, just know where I'm going.
Leavin' this unsturdy ground, quickly sinking deeper into hell.
I'm steppin swiftly away from this sandy jail
Leavin' all my footprints behind me
Just footprints
The shore will soon hide
The only memory is the pain inside
As the water & dirt colide
That too, shall subside
Leavin' no trace to remind me.
No evidence to see
I know where I've been
I don't wanna go there again.
Footprints in quick sand.
I know the tide will come & wash away my pain.
Only damage, will remain
Under the earth, as the sea will take it in
It will purify & cleanse it of sin
Footprints on my heart, I have to start over again
Traces of a broken heart
Tears & scratches where I used to firmly stand
All that's left is a soggy waste land
I dare anyone 2 go near where I been
I dare myself 2 go there again
If I should go back one day to glimpse at back then
There would be no recollection & no feeling within
I'll have to believe that I covered my footprints very well
Now if they shall wash up on shore again
Only time will tell.