Best Talk The Talk Poems
I want to
I really do
I want to walk the walk
But I have a limp
Hobbled by all the things I think
There seems to be more than one missing link
On the beach of life, I try stepping softly but still I sink
I want to
I really do
I want to talk the talk
But I'm afraid, fifty shades of grey times two
How do I know if what I believe is true?
Will it be evidenced by the things I do?
Or in the end will I be influenced by you?
Walking and talking
It's just not enough
I need to relinquish all my inner stuff
Allowing myself to be weak instead of tough
For if God works in mysterious ways
Everything leads to the end of days
So instead of walking and talking my hands I'll raise
With voice and heart I will give God praise
If I allow Jesus to love me
He will guide my walk
He will permeate my heart and the way I talk
My inner softness he will surely unlock
His words not mine will become my rock
it's not about doing
It's more about being
His way, is the way of helping and seeing
By letting Him lead, it will be more freeing
The more I witness the more I'll be believing
Walking and talking but more importantly listening!
Inspired by Debbie Guzzi's contest but not for the contest.
Supercallousfascistracistsexistnazipotus.
Yes the combination of those words sounds quite atrocious.
Clearly it describes a guy with serious psychosis.
Supercallousfascistracistsexistnazipotus.
The President of USA is really a big chump.
He spreads all kinds of nonsense when he is on the stump.
And when he got elected everybody was in shock.
Maybe he can talk the talk but he can't walk the walk.
Oh, supercallousfascistracistsexistnazipotus.
Yes the combination of those words sounds quite atrocious.
Clearly it describes a guy with serious psychosis;
supercallousfascistracistsexistnazipotus.
He's travelled all around the world and everywhere he goes
the people turn and shake their heads because he really blows.
When kings and queens and ministers all spend a day with him,
they all are in agreement that he's really f-ing dim.
Oh, supercallousfascistracistsexistnazipotus.
Looking at his food he risks arteriosclerosis.
Response from neighbors far and wide is turning quite ferocious.
Supercallousfascistracistsexistnazipotus.
The economic diagnosis' looking mighty grim.
His chance of reelection - hope to God - is very slim.
Everyone around the world is praying a great hymn
that he'll move to Gaza and purchase a kibbutzim!
Oh, supercallousfascistracistsexistnazipotus.
Looking at his food he risks arteriosclerosis.
Response from neighbors far and wide is turning quite ferocious.
Supercallousfascistracistsexistnazipotus.
Throughout my life I've noticed,
That people like to talk;
But though they like to talk the talk,
Most don't walk the walk.
Most folks think highly of themselves.
Some more than they should.
They'll put on aires and talk about,
The ugly, bad and good;
Of all the people, places, things,
They're seeing, going, doing,
But be polite, be interested,
In what they say they're brewing.
Don't repeat a word you hear.
Don't take one word to heart,
For things change over night, you know,
Make you look like an upstart.
So if you're asked your take on things,
Say it's all news to you.
Just shut your mouth, let others talk,
Let them tell you what's new.
Are we not tired yet?
When will we feel it is time?
Time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
See -
We stand proud under the sun’s daring heat
Unmoved by the rain’s beating-
Like sheep we follow convoys of our shepherds
90% of all that time-
‘Voices with echoes of complains and blames is all we perceive –
Thrown from this camp to another
Not solutions backed by actions
And all we do is acclaim by cheers and standing ovations
To statements that represent anything but unity
Anything but development utterances
Are we not tired yet?
When will we feel it is time?
Time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
See –
We don’t need the opposition or the official
For disunity but not unity are the results many a times
We don’t need one keeping check on the other
Rather see one and all coming together
To not only talk the talk
And not only walk the walk
But to talk and walk the talk and walk hand in hand
For the common good
Are we not tired yet?
When will we feel it is time?
Time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
See –
We don’t need taking sides
But standing side by side
For the times we’ve done so, a bitter pill it’s been
North, south, east, west-
The centre is where we all are
Our tribes, our religions and cultures are the genes-
That give birth to us Kenya
It is time to put our feet firmly on the ground
Call ‘enough’ boldly by its name
Our situation can be a win-win
For our country is much bigger than our bruised egos
And deserving more than the verbal insults we like to share
Or the physical beatings we’ve turned on each other
Let our fight be for each other and not against each other
Our leadership ‘now’ be emulation for better regimes in future
Leaders we need you undivided-
Fellow 'wenyenchi', we need us undivided
For a people that are divided are a struggling lot
And we’ve been a testimony to this gospel
It is time for enough.
Ambitions slide off the tongue as quick as they race through the mind
Ambitions of wealth, fame, health, and all that are sublime
But what is not perceive as recently is the will to actually achieve
The effort, dedication, and strenuous path one takes in order to succeed
Only you know what it really takes
To create, achieve and learn through your mistakes
Ambitions are great but don’t be naive
Proclaiming and having a desiring mind is a beautiful characteristic. However, when I hear
ambitions of some and see their actions taken to achieve goals, the term “you can talk the
talk but you cant walk the talk” comes to mind. That being said, as people we have to
obtain more drive and belief that we know we can achieve and then we have to take the
arduous path of actually obtaining it. For example, learning an instrument, second language,
defeating inner demons and addictions. Overall, I leave you with you with the saying “ you
just can talk the talk but you gotta walk the talk.” Not sure I explained what I really wanted
to say but I think you get the idea. lol love and peace
Hey little black girl keep your head up and walk proud the ghetto cant break you
and the hood cant make you who you are stay storng little black girl keep faith walk
the walk of proud sisters talk the talk of black queens a man cant define you and a
man cant break you hey little black girl only the strong survive like the color of your
skin that runs like the blood in your body deep like the waves in your hair look up
little black girl you only have to be you not them they or he can change that no
tears little black girl your beautiful you'll see love yourself first and others will follow
I want to follow in your footsteps
and do the things that you used to do
I want to follow in your footsteps
and be guided always by you
I don't want to have role models
I don't look up to my elders that live next door
I want to be more like the one that my heart does adore
I will follow in your footsteps where ever they may lead
I will follow in your footsteps in all that I do
For dear Lord I want to be more like you
walk the walk talk the talk no matter what the cost
I will follow your footsteps and never again will be lost.
our persecuted brothers and sisters fear for their life because they Love the Lord
and believe in God, others torture them, kill them, burn houses down, kidnap the children,
please pray for all theese people, a friend gave my son a pair of shoe lases with the words
walk in their shoes, they from open doors and a fundraising thing or prayer to help bring
hope to those who are suffering. www.gounderground.org its the youth one. a friend
also tried to attack me for my faith I simply said i will not doubt God I will not weiver
nothing will change my mind, I live for God they just lost right now and can not understand
why we live our life acording to Gods' word they will find truth one day. . If we follow our
Lords footsteps he will lead the way ahead of us clearing all obsticals out of the way and he
will keep on guiding us on the road that brings us home Amen,
The time is finally here
'Haterz' have no fear
For I have come in peace to compete
And to attain my rightful position and seat
You see when I battle people,it's just unfair
I hold **** down and y'all are unaware
I stay true to my word,as long as I said it
ooh, then I mean it
I bring wreck like little Denice the menice
But do not be fooled,i'm complex like the city of venice
You all be rapping this and that,**** be fabricated
Bring your garbage round me,get you all annihilated
I'm chemically unchanged,no one here is a challenge
Battling me is risky,observe the talent
My lyrics untouched,flow is hot,with a twisted plot
I got ice in my veins,so keep a close watch
Don't mess with me,'cause i'll clap the steel
I might just be the type of dude you all need to kill
But Revenge is a dish served cold
So I wear coats and stay in murk mode
And For people thinking they got potential
Tell them to wait until I put a missile in their lines
They should wait till I beat them lyrically off the porch step
The only reason their rap is tight is 'cause they wear a corset
My heart knows that I'm close to that seat
Soul sings for joy,cause the sun is under my feet
Sense organ smells victory
I smile 'cause of the obvious sign of prosperity
Hope you all see that I ain't got to exert much energy when facing enemies
I'll probably haunt your dreams like Jason's enemies
I'm very powerful with pen
Mightier than the sword,it is written once again.
Talk the talk and Walk the walk contest.Early 90's
I died again today! Now, I display
The heart that was broken by my dismay.
In between the moments, in which I cried,
All I could do was try, therefore I tried
"Be Like Christ," but how can I talk the talk
With no hot water, upon which to walk.
I guess vengeance is a dish best served cold,
But these tribulations are getting old.
But, bold displays of penance must be seen,
So, sorry for looking at her tight jeans.
This witness, whose testimony you loathe,
Used dish washing liquid to clean his clothes,
And, yes, I had to suffer in my youth,
So I could expose the world to my truth.
I may be all wet, but I sure ain't no bluenose!
And, while it's none of my beeswax,
Let's have a bull session-lesson !
Take a gander around, and tell the guy with the cheaters
I'll give him an ear-full, if he'll just hang around
There's a gatecrasher here..., I heard, on the level
He's zozzled on hooch, a big lollygagger!
He staggered in blotto, with a ciggy on his lips
Sipping on bootleg, and lookin' for whoopee!
He's the fall guy, (I've heard), for a weird, double cross
Here comes the hoofer, the one with the gams
That vamp is a pushover, a gun- moll, man chaser
A real hotsy-totsy!, she dresses real spiffy
Her toy is a shiv, she's the Jane, Real McCoy,
makes a sap out of guys, who carry a torch
Bumps them off, on their own front porch !
And that's the "Big Cheese", who runs the speakeasy
He thinks he's high hat, but is full of baloney
He gives all the dames, the real "heebie-jeebies"
Just a poor drug-store cowboy... filled with nothin' but hooey
Hard-boiled. they come, gold-diggers and hoods
I've been beating my gums, and I'm dying of thirst
This is the berries, been the real bees knees!
Oh, it has been swell, while chewing the fat!
But, facts are the facts, on the up and up
Well, bye, Buttercup,......the jig is up
I'm serious Sam, in a serious jam
The truth of the matter is, that I'm on the lam
You don't know for nothin', stay out of a pickle !...
Remember my friend, don't take wooden nickels !!
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For Deb's Contest: Talk The Talk, Walk The Walk (1920's Slang)
6/14/15
dang,
grandma was a real hubba bubba-
killer-diller
khaki wacky boycrazygirl
a spiffy hot damn hoofer
during the dark hours of WWII
and the devastation
followed with
unrestrainedjubibilation
beat me daddy eight to the bar
grandma was a real hubba bubba-
franksinatracrooner
singing grandma put on her stompers
she was a babydoll soppysappysharp
a spiffy hot damn hoofer
worked in a factory
building partsforairplanes for the boys
no siree bob she was not giving up her job
she had
dreams
a white picket fence
in the
boondocks
grandma was-
a spiffy
hot damn
hoofer
no gobbledygook she told great stories
of what it was like
after the war forthetroops and all
pin-up girls like Marilyn Munroe
Elvis
Roy Orbison
Jerry Lee Lewis
drive-ins
fancy wheels ovaltine
casablanca goingmyway its a wonderful life
for whom the bell tolls earnesthemmingway
it was a time of attitude
no fuddy-duddy she had the gams
met grandpa doingtheswing
they had no lettuce moolah greenbacks
but they
were over the top
stuck on glued
bonkers in love oh grandma had
no fear of saying hi-de-ho
he said hey sugar are you rationed
dang
grandma was a real hubba bubba-
killer-diller
kacky wacky boycrazygirl
take a gander withyourpeepers
at this thingamabob poem
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June 2, 2015
Free Verse
Inspired by the slang of the 1940's
For the contest, Talk the Talk and Walk the Walk, sponsor, Debbie Guzzi
First Place
Talk the Talk and Walk the Walk
Know Your Onions
Hey there Big Cheese
I think you are the bee’s knees
Not a bluenose or a flat tire,
But, ooh hardboiled & too Oliver Twist to resist
Let us skip the youths' rub & head far removed from the petting pantry
Share a jorum of skee at the local speakeasy
Now we are on the trolley!
Let us slowly ankle to the joint
I’m a copasetic-bearcat
Watch my gams, catch my point?
Oh hepcat I’ll get your handcuff or
This darb Sheba’s bank is closed for someone else
Butt me, you spiffy sheik
Cuz I’m stuck on you bimbo
Unleash
Know your onions & manacle this
Choice bit of calico,
You know you can’t resist
Then and then only will you wield me to your struggle buggy and
We’ll be jake!
The cat's pajamas!!
Berries!
Sunshine Williams
1920’s Slang
Old Friends
Come, sit with me and share some idle talk,
Of cabbages and kings, of life and death.
Or else, perhaps, opining as we walk,
We could discuss some current shibboleth.
We’ll wile away the day just as we please,
While deconstructing pop philosophy.
No topic is taboo, we’ll shoot the breeze
With politics mixed with theology.
Together we will save the planet Earth,
Preventing climate change from getting worse.
And when we’re done with that, for what it’s worth,
We’ll solve the riddles of the universe.
We’ll talk the talk and talk the walk and then
Tomorrow we will do it all again!
Did you see me before I died
I was the last white rhino alive
you have no conscience you are void of pride
you damage what we need to survive
the air you breath, the food you eat
natural resources you deplete
the waters rising
the ice is sliding
the planets clock is ticking down
yet we just stand and look around
Politian’s talk the talk
yet into disaster they just sleep walk
the young can see their future bleak
why are these Politian’s so weak
the bosses fiddling while the sun burns mother earth
milking her for all she’s worth
from the biggest whale to the humble bee
lets all pray we never need that planet b
P.D. vs' Amy Gr33n,,Slam, Bam Thank You Ma'am
So Miss @my Gr33n,
Do you think your s__t is mean
Trying to compete
Do you really want to taste defeat
Your dose of medicine, had no effect at all
Your Slam, Bam Thank You Ma'am
Was a sorry booty call.
Trying to talk the talk
Trying to bark and walk
All them words your are saying
Sounds like you are praying
Who really wants to listen?
Who really should care?
And what the hell is that S__t in your hair?
So you think you can play the part.
Before things fall apart
Please @my Gr33n stop before you fart
Trust me it does not matter If I let you win.
Your words are pointless and the idea is pathetic.
Please stop talking you are giving me a headache.
Just stop rhyming.
Sounds like your crying.
Okay pause.............as the moment goes bye.
Giving you a minute before you break down and cry.
My words are a weapon, You know that right.
Next time shut your mouth, keep those lips tight
Let me just stop and bring this to an end.
@my Gr33n remember ....I am your friend
By:P.D.
((once again for fun...thank you Amy Green for the fun slam.))
p.s. S__T stands for shot if you are wondering,,he he he