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Back in my day shell suits were the latest fashion
And I made sure I wore my diamond socks with a passion
The only sky I knew was the one up above my head
No dvd player, just a betamax had to do instead
The only laptop I knew was the tray my dinner was served in
No sat nat to direct us, just maps and a lot of guessing
My social network involved playing outdoors with my friends
If I had an important message there was no text for me to send
Instead I would simply go and knock on the door
And enjoy a good game of hopscotch, drawn neatly on the floor
If I wanted to listen to music I held my boom box to my ear
And I felt like a millionaire in my latest pair of L.A Gear
No ipod to shuffle or touch just my sony walkman
No google to look for answers, just the library to depend on
No Ipad, no playbook, just a good old storybook
It may even be in hardback if I had any luck
No freeview, no Virgin, I was lucky to even have colour tv
And a rubiks cube would suffice, never mind an XBOX 360
It was all about hammer time and wearing those pants
And the theme tune to Fraggle Rock I would happily chant
No cyber bullying, only cyber I knew was the tamagocchi pet
No loading plates into the dishwasher as it hadn't been invented yet
No cd player, my cassettes were the in thing
And to have a sovereign ring on every finger meant you had some bling
The A Team, crossroads, tiswas and happy days was the programmes I watched
No series links or reminders to watch programmes like Lost
No rewinding the tv or pausing whilst I nip to the loo
Instead I had to ask someone and hope that they have a clue
No Adidas for me, just my trusted bum bag
My girls world doll and scrunche's were things I just had to have
In my day the only kid I wanted was a cabbage patch kid
Not a real one so that in a hostel I can live
No PS3, no Wii, no Vita or Nintendo DS 3d
Just my good old NES on my four channel tv
Care bears, the moomins, playschool and dangermouse
No crimewatch to make me afraid to be in my house
In my days if I was rude I would get a good smack
And I couldn't dare say the clothes you just bought me were whack
No microwave dinners, No chinese takeaway for me
Saturday soup was the best, one big bowl balancing on your knee
The 80's and the 90's I enjoyed it while it did last
But every now and again I take a glimpse of the past
“American by birth a rebel by choice” okay
You can’t win, ya can’t “have it your way”
I understand “Success, it’s just a mind game”
I’m “so good cats ask for me by name”
“What’s in your wallet” f*** b**** I’m the bank
You’ll “snap, crackle, pop” when ya a** I spank
Telling me “don’t be evil” then say I’m “M’m M’m good”
“Where’s the beef” ya won’t bring it to my hood
I “challenge everything” it’s how I achieve
I live in the real world when yours is “make believe”
I’m “Power, beauty, and soul” see I got it all
“Can you hear me now?” B**** ya better call”
I’m a go getter I will always “think big”
But with you I have to “think small” ya dig
B*****es try but “there’s no substitute” for me
See “quality never goes out of style” and it ain’t free
Living “between love and madness lies obsession”
Like “a diamond is forever” Imma leave an impression
“greatest tragedy in life is indifference” and your words
“Nothing is impossible” but b**** yours is absurd
“grace, space, pace” I’m “good to the last drop”
Plus I’m “the best a man can get” b*****es need to stop
This was just for fun hope ya got a giggle:)
But if your up for the challenge?
Slogans;….
Harley Davidson; “American my birth a rebel by choice”
Burger King; “have it your way”
Tag heuer; “success, it’s just a mind game”
Meow mix;”so good cats ask for it by name”
Capital one; ”what’s in your wallet “
Rice crispies; “snap, crackle and pop”
Google; “dont be evil”
Campbell soup;”M’m M’m good “
Wendy’s; “where’s the beef”
EA; “challenge everything”
Sony; “Make believe”
Aston Martin; “power, beauty, and soul”
Verizon, “can ya hear me now
IMAX; “think big”
Volts wagon; “think small”
Porsche;”there’s no substitute”
Levi’s;”quality never goes out of style”
Calvin Kline; “between love and madness lies obsession”
De beers; “a diamond is forever”
Redcross;”the greatest tragedy is indifference”
Adidas; “impossible is nothing “
Jaguar; “grace ,space, pace”
Maxwell house;”good to the last drop”
Gillette; “The best a man can get”
O! my man Oh! Man he’s got bottom feet;
My man ma’man got them bottom feet;
And My O My he’s so ever sweet;
Ma Man he’s got bottom feet;
Gen Z favors brands like, Brand
Men's Ted Baker London
Gucci, Blackstock & Weber
Vince Camuto Shoes
Eye stroll see you comin
Toward me darling
Amble saunter wend one's way
Trudging runnin in yo bare feet
You dun have to have Gen Z shoe brands
Plod on unto me, baby
I love you wit yo bad feet N awe
I love you with them bunions
Run brother run honey come
Run unto me don’t need to be wearin
Nike Jordan and Adidas brands
Come on a running, to me darling just as you are
Gymshark, Lululemon, Under Armour, Champion
Advance move go, run boy run
Make one's way mosey yomp proceed
Perambulate travel on foot
Be a pedestrian foot it, hoof it
Come run unto me on this surface
Accompany escort guide show me as you run to me
Attend lead steer have your way with me dear
Attend come on and chaperone mine heart dear love
Stand before me don’t have to own no, Cole Haan
Magnanni, Men's Bruno Magli shoe brands
Come on boy run unto me and
Be just bare feet in your bare feet
Run to me, come to me
Stand before me naked foot
Come bunion, pigeon toes
Corn and calluses in all
Step out Stride wander
Promenade roam footslog traipse
Go for a walk stretch one's legs out
Take the air darling walk, run, stand right here
Eye stroll see you comin
Toward me darling
Amble saunter wend one's way
Trudging runnin in yo bare feet
You dun have to have Gen Z shoe brands
Plod on unto me, baby
I love you wit yo bad feet N awe
I love you with them bunions
Run brother run honey come Run unto me don’t need to be wearin
My man Oh! Man he’s got bottom feet;
My man ma’man got them bottom feet;
And My O My he’s so ever sweet;
Ma Man he’s got bottom feet, my man comes runs onto me
11/15/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Hurrying and rushing even at eight,
usually just to avoid been late.
been doing this for a while and I am so accurate,
the day I relent, my Boss Anger I activate,
the beauty of Nature and sight seeing, no room to accommodate,
so focused on my Job and nothing to motivate,
through the Trolley Bus I get to the Office straight,
none present yet, not even a mate.
I'll sit alone for some minutes as I wait,
and this I terribly hate,
I do not even know for how long I can tolerate.
Then one day, I deviated from my usual line.
In the Bus, taking my time and making it mine,
not giving a damn even if I reached at nine,
watching the passers-by smile so fine,
up the sky the Birds happily dine,
moving in groups like flying swine.
Just observing the 3 in 1 street lights was a sign
that my Job intoxicated me like wine
and all this while with a perfect sight, I've been blind.
The Unique Victoria Bar, I've never seen.
The "Dark-Ages" band, performing so obscene,
showing their 'half-naked' dancing body is what I mean,
and the Statue close to the Adidas Shop looks so lean.
Aha! The writing on the building is just a signature
and the photo on it gave a nice gesture,
initially, it puzzled me like a difficult literature,
but now the advert seems to be a blend of perfect mixture,
as it reads "Gym with us and better your posture"
Just understanding the popular Joke about the Pear,
It is two round Toys I noticed and a bottom they share.
Looking like one big Apple green and clear.
Also enjoying the glaring Banks with the colors they wear,
not observing all these is worse than to err,
and making me feel Nature was never near,
this is a burden I am about to bear.
How on Earth can I explain this?
It's so hurtful not experiencing such a bliss,
crying intensely like my niece,
is not enough justification for a 5 year-miss.
The globe is fed up with stories of breakup,
Turning around everything that sleeps and wakes up.
The good and the bad play games in its arm,
Yesteryear who lived to see the legends of a wondrous land?
Champions are they that are known of their greatness,
And deep within them, the power of confidence fills their hearts with happiness.
Talented individuals emerged out of simplicity,
Turns away from arrogance and shows off the sense of casualty.
The world is being influenced,
And they get themselves never to be tensed.
Sometimes, many foster themselves with prudence,
Of course, at my side I`ve got one who is a living legend.
Identified by the title,AFIA ACHIAAMAH.
A diadem that powerfully glits.
I guess you ask much of spiritual insight from her as an offered favour?
She is an inspirer born out of excellence and speaks of profitable power.
Her personality comes from heavenly house of self-esteem,
And well to express every bit of Bible truth.
In fact, something young people find difficult to do.
She doesn`t stay just fixed in fashionable brands such as, Alexander Macqueen, Georgeo Armani, DKNY, NIKE, Adidas and others because she is born to rule.
Paramountly,she is branded with fruits of the Holy spirit making her to be more flexy.
Who dares to be her fashion enemy?
I`m a spectator to her catwalk from a perimeter,
Spotlighting virtues in her makes my whole being dwell in good weather.
The mirror before me shows her marvelous future to me here,
And deep within me, my soul sheds joyful tears.
AFIA is a rising star, and will be the best figure to be sought for in new born years.
Indeed, this my lady is seen in good look.
And I can`t afford to overlook….
Because of her love and tendency,
That I believe to be my fantasy.
GOD bless this nurse with his overwhelming efficacy.
I was here when television wasn’t…
Movies in color were still a new thing
Cars were mostly black
I was here when jet planes weren’t…
Telephones were bulky and hung from the wall
Most every town had a railroad track
I was here when satellites and smartphones didn’t exist
Cars were smoky and clunky
And streetcars were the best way to ride
I was here when school buses were still in the future
When calculators and computers were Science fiction
And kids actually played outside
I was here before electric cars were ho-hum
Before TVs became huge and slim
And fridges were actually cooled with ice
I was around before there were Adidas or Nikes
Before slim legged jeans and Bikini bathing suits
Gotta admit… those last two are nice
I was old enough to be able to read the “whites only” signs
Before there was such a thing as “Equal Rights”
And blacks always got the short end of the stick
I was around when fried chicken was always home cooked
And Tater Tots were not thought up yet
Fast food still in the future takeout definitely not quick
I was here before Supermarkets were…
Here when we feared being bombed at night
I was here when clocks tocked and ticked
I lived when milk was delivered
And the only kind had cream on top
When coal smoke clouded the air
I was around when curse words were reserved for pool halls
Radios and pianos were the sounds that filled our ears
And orange and purple were not for hair
I was around before constant change became the norm
When things were repaired instead of thrown away
And plastic instead of paper took hold
I used to pine for the good ol’ days
Now I wish I could change with the times
But I’m just too damned
…old!!...
309 words
“When we pray for the Spirit’s help...we will simply fall down at the Lord’s feet in our weakness. There we will find the victory and power that comes with his love”
Andrew Murray
WINGS FOR FEET
imagined he’d be strong with wings for feet.
he climbed the wall. . . unstrung his ankle hit.
the weep sustained — a shattered soul retreat.
(((a-ha))) the shriek of demons force feed fit.
the drool of woes, destined for thievery,
addicted to the pain and its killers.
it’s vain to float the thought ‘recovery,’
the slain, groomed black and blue with cruel chillers.
the teenager becomes a man, deep-drained.
he’s been to court. . . rehab and lost all hope.
((sad eyes)) look down. . . his up — at cross sustained.
the wings of ((good)) will carry him sans dope.
abstain from grip — unstrung from evil trip.
Adidas feet — the zephyr sweet - unbound.
his six pack abs confer he took a sip
of Living Water’s cup. was lost - now found.*
8/6/2019
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
The required words are in bold.
*Amazing Grace by John Newton
** My poem, Wings For Feet based on true story. It is not the perfect walk one has before God but the habit of walking with Him. God doesn’t turn his back on you when you choose him but changes you day by day as you are covered in the righteousness of His son Jesus Christ.
Brackets put around certain words for emphasis/emotion.
When hundred's one hell of a count,
To reckon crore, a long sentence,
And five times that a long penance,
Almost a live tiger to mount,
Wonder, many a dot must make a crore,
A mouthful of zeros and a wild roar!
Hope still, it’s enough of a number
My family for life to feed,
To cover an untoward need,
Hope, it saves me lifetime of labour,
Or I'd be back to where was ere—
Tea with a loaf or bun but bare!
An unexpected irony
That money such a problem be,
And three months’ wait for this money
Till then he must pinch his penny,
No worry thence a price tag may carry,
Be it Adidas or an Armani.
He seemed in love with life so lean,
He, what with wealth a confirmed date
That hardly rhymed with his odd fate,
Feeling secure in pauper's skin—
Mind, nimble with sewing needles
That never knew: money made such riddles!
Resigned to past of a pauper's penny,
The prize grooved on his face sad glows,
Drew wrinkled furrows, knotted brows,
These tangles of tonnes of money!
Weird, O wealth, wayward thine ways,
O Happiness, here come worrying days!
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A zari (artificial decorative silk) worker from Mumbai recently won half a jackpot of over 100 million rupees. It was a rag-to-riches life story. Fortune smiled at him but he was unable to cope with it, and seemed more comfortable with what he was before the fortune struck. This poem probes unto his problems that came with the prize.
Happenings | 03.09.04 |Narrative
Special thanks to DT for inspiration
Your shoe sharing’s worth utter admiration
Only one pair of shoes, one purse and one dress -
Women's tough choices - source of daily distress.
I'm faithfully in love with all my shoes
With clear understanding, not confused.
When one is on the go, the others wait
For their turn for a special dress code date.
I don't denounce their origin, per se,
In every one I will step all the way.
After all an Asian make - still a shoe,
If bearing the red brand of Jimmy Choo.
I treat them all with equal tender care,
Designed they are but not designed to share.
I'd lend my toothbrush for a single use
Before you lay you feet into my shoes.
Not implying foul odour, unrefined,
But if that is the case, better me mine.
Too bad, a pair of soles, chic and sublime,
Can only be flaunted, one at a time.
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Two Pairs Of Shoes
Fashion hound, that I am
I have shoes for every occasion
One black pair of Adidas
Probably made by some East Asian
I only have one pair of feet
Why would I need two pairs of shoes?
I can only wear one pair at a time
Besides, I'm easily confused
Should you ever find me out with two pair
And you happen to be in a bind
I am the kind of fella that shares
Just remember, the black Adidas are mine.
July 30 2017
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017
when the music slows down it's final call
women and men pushing their way through the halls
locked in stalls rolling spliffs for the long haul
stuffing beer bottles under their wife beaters
scuffing up their new white adidas sneakers
cars lining up along the street
music bumping bass lines thumping people krumping
walking with a swagger pistol locked and loaded
finger on the trigger ego growing bigger
g-strings getting wet pussy is a pet
falling in love for the moment reality they soon forget
hennessey on their breath cotton mouth making them vex
cruising along the west side highway on your way to 125th
building up an appetite meeting at sylvia's to eat
the nights just beginning soon as we get done eating
the after parties will soon be popping
everyone who's someone will be stopping in
bring your own alcohol vodka jack daniels and gin
bootie all around getting head underground
true love may be found but in here everyone gets around
new york to the heart we got love for all
until five o shows up cause the neighbors did call
woop woop thats the sound of the police
illegal name on the lease handcuffed to the chair
stashing weed in her hair she don't care
a typical night in the city that never sleeps
code of silence amongst those whose word they keep