I kicked the world lay at my feet
the wrong way down a one way street
I kicked and kicked and didn’t stop
until I reached the paper shop
and thought my journey was complete.
Between the headlines of defeat
Liverpool's team was in retreat
hearing the call from Jürgen Klopp
I kicked the world.
My dad leapt up out from his seat
with terrace chants I won’t repeat
reality began to drop
legging towards the mighty Kop
only the goalie left to beat
I kicked the world.
Categories:
legging, 10th grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rondeau
I sit rotting on my phone
And as I look at the girls on my screen
Straight teeth and shiny smiles
How I long to be what they are
How I long to have a non existent waist and the legging legs there fake workouts wouldn't give me
But I don't
So I sit and I stare at there posts and I like them
but then I unlike them because something feels wrong about me liking what I will never be
but then I like them again because that shiny smile is just so perfectly likeable
And it's not there fault I hate myself
And it's not there fault I hate there straight teeth and shiny smile
Because I don't hate them
I hate me next to them
Categories:
legging, anxiety, for teens, high
Form: Free verse
Your posts are so popular,
You should join my selling team.
So much money you could make,
Even more than you can dream.
This better-than-all make-up,
Sure to cover every flaw.
Who would want to leave the house,
Looking natural at all?
Don't forget the slimming shakes,
Everyone could use a shed.
Just don't tell the side effects,
They are bound to mess the bed.
Oh you'll love this legging line,
The most comfort all around.
Just look at these great patterns,
They're the rage in every town!
....
Sorry that I'll have to pass,
I'm against your make-up stance.
Slimming shakes are dangerous,
And leggings are still not pants!
Categories:
legging, how i feel, humorous,
Form: Quatrain
09-25-2015
Summered Autumn Winter Bite
Abundant harvest
fall growth cycled lay
gather send a wheeler paid
festive heir praise life
Shortening days
kneads winter forward
home stead deli stock stack flue
baked chopped butchered cords
A shivering morning turns to light snow while unseasoned eyes study the hoar frost web of an architect; built during warmer wet days now slowly legging her icy fingers across an exposed neck the capture sweet with summer yield and autumn fill
Categories:
legging, earth, seasons,
Form: Pastoral
an orchestrated night glitters
to the wand wave of the maestro unborn
sweetness licks on liquorice sticks
fingered on silver keys
the moon melts like a honey drop
as sopranos sing
in harmony the coyote calls
base notes cajoled by passing horns
meld as cicada rub the reeds
legging each sharped phrase
with intonations of delight
Categories:
legging, nature, night,
Form: Free verse
Greu has turned the color of my plarn
So I’ll just knit a legock for my child.
While getting up I trip upon my hornicorn
It makes me ridast through my small famoom.
My son comes in and loosh at my folly,
He’s sure his mom has gone a bit crazoo.
Then glares at me delivering his snark,
By asking which of us is the matune.
Greu, plarn and snark from list
My words:
Scroup: scrambled-soup
Legock: legging-sock
Ridast: ride-fast
Famoom: family-room
Loosh: looked-shocked
Crazoo: crazy- cuckoo
Matune: mature-one
Other: Hornicorn: horse-unicorn
Brenda Meier-Hans
27.08.2014
HM
Categories:
legging, child, crazy, fantasy, kids,
Form: Free verse
the Magi travels on the web
deftly legging at the lines
crawling around like tide and ebb
leaving gifts brushing those confines
there is wonder there, to partake
there are sightings, so exquisite
things seen clearly, or opaque
discerning is the only requisite
information and loaded emotion
moving images of hate and love
surfing past advertised promotions
the trick is just to take hold of
what the Magi drop in plain sight
secrets both known, and obscure
love can be heard in sound bites
but hate, nearby will always allure
just ignore hate that always shouts
listening only for quiet whispers
the Magi's magic is now and hereabout
imagining images of peace in pictures
magnetically pulled positive or naught
what is sought, so will be found
love you, others, too love free thought
surf linked web without going aground
gifted fob to keep your time clasped
as you give freely of your own time
the Magi's link finally is grasped
love for each other, sweetly sublime
© Goode Guy 2011-11-20
Categories:
legging, caregiving, computer-internet, dedication, happiness,
Form: Quatrain
Trampling caused travails of a mare,
Now hopping like a piece of flubber,
While ambling with Sir Greyedalot,
When he had honored the stables yesterday,
She was taken out for a warm up,
And she had truly ambled out,
She was about to be spurred to gallop,
Suddenly she saw the one she had not in years,
It was majestic as it had walked in,
Knighthood of horses should be his and his alone,
That mien and that tail,
With a proud head he soared high,
Probably they had changed hand on him of recent,
But she already had a reason,
All she desired was to be by him,
So what if she had about his age sired in her a few times,
She had not galloped yesterday,
Till SirGreyedalot had walloped,
Which sored the travails,
Now on return she was bound in a corner stable,
Away from the new boy,
She now planned her protest,
And let them know her mind,
She was legging sleep that night,
Making her plans,
Came morning,
Her travails turned to wail,
As she was led out to be sold,
As she had grown old.
Categories:
legging,
Form: Free verse