Lets be really clear
A crystal clear plan to get near the man
Just Follow the titty twister
Just follow the hooha hurriCAN
Follow as sure as you stand
On two feet we dominate
On two knees we congregate
With a Gang of my precious baby friends in my face
In the foot race in the first race
I place fate on a sure thing
On the street the heat sits
On 4 wheels at least
So many more wheels on the beast
What is the HooHa HurriCAN
What is the titty twister
She looks just like your sister
And your best friends sister too
A really big sister crew full of sister
We knock on a 454
We ball on cams and lifters
Positraction on the main attraction
Attracted the sister
We are twisted insane and laughing
Were twisted insane and laughing
Even though the girls got me trapped
in I keep ing rappin
Vegetables were going into striped bowl at a record pace.
Tomato, celery, onion and carrot began a foot race.
Onion and radish rolled around and around the rim.
Las Vegas lemons and rutabagas slid right on in.
Broccoli wanted in on the action too.
I saw parsley slipping in with an old soft shoe.
What are we making? The veggies asked me at last.
I had no idea, it had happened so fast.
strawberry and raspberry both tried to sneak in.
You are not veggies! I said, grabbing them by their chin.
A salad? A fruit cake? A fajita or what? They asked.
I had no idea, but here came an egg, and it was masked.
We went to different schools… together
walked on opposite sides of a street
that constituted an invisible border.
There were differences…..but not really.
We walked slowly, as if to spend time together,
assessing the others clothing, shoes, gait.
Eye contact was forbidden
as we had been warned…..about them
as they….about us.
Smiles were fleeting sorties into danger.
We found, as children do,
ways to challenge the guardians
a quickened pace….leading to
a foot race….a breaking from the norm,
a joyously shared connection
of shouts and flashing glances.
I am not sure who won the “race”,
I think we all did…us kids….truants
in the school of ancestral fears,
breaking the barrier of a paved border
streaking toward the finish line
stretched between two churches.
John G. Lawless
©9/12/2019
Clyde Shanks
Robs banks
With gal
Named Sal
For tasks
Wear masks
Take loot
And scoot
Foot race
Cops chase
Both caught
All naught
Both ruffed
And cuffed
To jail
No bail
Court date
Learned fate
Judge tough
No guff
To pen
For ten
I’LL NEVER FORGET WHAT’S HIS NAME
We went to different schools… together
walked on opposite sides of a street
that constituted an invisible border.
There were differences…..but not really.
We walked slowly, as if to spend time together,
assessing the others clothing, shoes, gait.
Eye contact was forbidden
as we had been warned…..about them
as they….about us.
Smiles were fleeting sorties into danger.
We found, as children do,
ways to challenge the guardians
a quickened pace….leading to
a foot race….a breaking from the norm,
a joyously shared connection
of shouts and flashing glances.
I am not sure who won the “race”,
I think we all did…us kids….truants
in the school of ancestral fears,
breaking the barrier of a paved border
streaking toward the finish line
stretched between two churches.
John G. Lawless
©9/12/2019
It was a foot race
There were murmurs when she brought a horse
Arguing that she is the queen.
We relented
A few people were killed
But only commoners, so it was okay.
Life is a Race, Run it Well
6-4-2016
Running, running, life is analogous to a foot race,
Some run a distance others appear to run in place.
Each day at sunrise appears to emerge a life flap,
And at each day’s sunset God counts one more lap.
God’s chooses many for marathons, some run a dash,
Certain races are ended in little more than a flash.
As we approach the finish line many finally realize,
They’ve been weighed and wanting and get no prize.
“Don’t be weighed in the balance and found wanting”
For those who endure to the end are the winners
Tom
Seems like only yesterday
When I was young and virile
That was then, this is now
My virile has finally fizzled
Whatta shame we lose our virile
Imagine someone at ninety
Competing in a mile long foot race
Running along in his nighty
Don't laugh this surely can happen
Our memory isn't the best
Get dressed when the sun starts rising
Strip naked as it peeks over the crest
Sure ain't all it's cracked up to be
These silly old golden years
If it wasn't for my dear wifey-poo
I'd be writing from a home I fear!
The old ladies
march onto the elevator,
steadied by their canes,
each a shrunken frailty
wrapping an unending soul--
they are going to watch
young people dance
their dances of grace
and beauty, while they recall
their own beauty long dissolved
in the acid of time....
Yet, they are happy--
I even joke with them
as I lean on my own cane:
'Come Ladies! Let's have a
foot race!" They all laugh,
as the young girls within
their tattered frames flirt
with the potent young man
hiding behind a time-marked mask...
for a moment we all feel a jolt
of that spark we call life.
If you could relive an ancient day, which day, which day, which day would you say?
First kiss, first date
Or undo a mistake?
.
Watch your child be birthed again
Go back and unhurt a wounded friend?
Unsay a word?
Unbreak a heart?
Undrink that first drink?
Unscar that first scar?
.
Or would you go to another place
Feel your dad's hands
See your mom's face?
Laugh with your sisters
Let little brother win that foot race
.
Maybe pet that dog just one more time
Hear grandma recite that old nursery rhyme
Maybe take up for the kid that got picked on
Or hear again for the first time your favorite old song
.
Or tell your kids you loved them again and again
No matter what they'd just done or how late they had been
But you can't go in reverse to relive any day
What you would have done
Or what you would say
.
But you can say now what you wouldn't before
You can be someone new open up a new door
You can make a difference in your here and now
You can't be a new when but can be a new how
Seems like only yesterday
When I was young and virile
That was then, this is now
My virile has long since fizzled
Whatta shame we lose our virile
But imagine someone at ninety
Competing in a mile long foot race
Running along in his nighty
Don't laugh this surely can happen
Our memories aren't the best
Get dressed when the sun starts setting
Strip when it peeks over the crest
Sure ain't all it's cracked up to be
These silly old golden years
If it wasn't for Cathie, dearest Cathie
I'd be writing from a home I fear!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Start by warming up daily
with hands lifted in praise.
Running and jumping in
place as the spirit moves.
Drop and give God sixty
Sixty minutes in prayer that is!
This work out is especially good
for the heart as it will strengthen
and bring about eternal life.
Endurance training begins with walking
the straight and narrow.
Mountain climbing after a long walk
in the valley is also highly recommended.
Begin a weight training program by carrying
his cross and increase to carrying burdens for others!
Such training is excellent for preparing for the final
foot race to Glory!
Results will be felt and seen immediately if
soreness or pain are experienced apply a generous
amount of the Balm of Gilead.
Remember to rest often by leaning on Jesus,and
cool off with showers of blessings.
Before beginning an exercise program always
consult with the Great Physician.
dust and bones.. diamonds and rust
lovers and heroes.. hearts that have gone bust
treasures buried.. promises un-kept
laughter we shared .. tears we have wept
selfish indifference.. well honed through the years
Objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear
the past runs behind us.. a quickened foot race
running and ruining.. our hearts can't keep pace
in foresight the lovers.. where friends once had been
then not even lovers.. and all friendship ends
ignoring.. uncaring.. till blue eyes cried dry
just waiting on better .. as decades fly by
with words and looks.. pierced to the bone
she's praying that hindsight.. won't find you alone...
I Passed out on the couch while the Friends song is on.
She said first you must love yourself, before you can give yourself to someone else.
My singular identity withstanding tragedy.
With only one life to live, you have to work hard to attain oppertunities
I wonder whether people consider what it would be like
to become a human stonehedge??
Because that is the type of person, that could withstand just anything.
What I really want is to take a walk hand and hand with my faults
Have a moment with my confidence and Pride.
Tell them that I love them and always to come out whether the world is rain or shine.
I want to tickle my shy, and chastize the sound of my dreary sighs
I want to set my sails high, so Posidon will blow his heaving breath pushing my doubts and
self pity away
I feel like a young Galileo.
Staring at the sun, while all the others played jauntingly along
It's going to take so long......
I have a foot race with me and only the course of time
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.