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We've all seen and heard of amazing feats over the years,
That have elicited our respect, applause and raucous cheers!
Brave souls have scaled Mount Everest, others are skilled at skeets,
While others gracefully excelled with their amazing feets!
Gauche is he who doesn't applaud the ballerina in lacy tutu,
As she gracefully leaps and twirls on heel and toe with little ado!
Or thrill as the fleet running back keeps balance on his feets,
Deftly evading a three-hundred pound tackle and his deadly cleats!
Gene Kelly's dancing in "Singing In The Rain" is etched in our minds,
So nimble on his feets, performing graceful gyrations of all kinds!
Fabulous is the man in "top hat, white tie and tails", Fred Astaire,
As he and Ginger Rogers dazzled us with their eloquent flair!
"Bojangles" Robinson "tapped" his way across the American stage.
He set the standard for tap dancing in its Golden Age!
The amazing feets of "Bo" and Shirley Temple in "The Little Colonel!"
That classic film is yet shown today and will remain eternal!
The delight in watching the flying feets of Marge and Gower,
Would bring a smile upon the face of even the most dour!
There is no dearth of dancers, tight wire walkers and athletes,
Whose amazing feats have thrilled us with their amazing feets!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Supporting England's like being bipolar
one minute they'll win it the next it's over
we resort to branding them prima donnas
though we ourselves sure they'd win honours,
the cycle repeats
quarter final beats
metatarsal feets
penalty defeats
the proud scenes
singing God Save The Queen
luck not Irish green
victory only in dreams
the red cards we've seen shown
or the goals a many disallowed
singing football's coming home
and singing it proud
we are England
flying our Saint George cross
we're better than Scotland
playing like they're lost
we are prevented
bringing home what we invented
ideas of winning are demented
but in our destiny it's cemented
P.s I am demented
NiGERIA AT 59 A HOME OF A FAILED
MARRIAGE
On this wavy Atlantic sailed a white robe
With his skills in Holy book
Thou bringeth thy self to rob
As they used the book as bait we the fish to hook
The net they filled with us the pest
On which they feed with smiles
Their hearts overwhelmed with greed
As they took us on their wheel they sang the creed of greed.
We weaived and quivered while in shiver
They became weavers and achievers
Basket of rich fruits they found
Treasures of riches they discovered under ground
Pleasure filled their honey mouth as the bee took their flight
As they tested the depth of the river with both feets
A mistake they made without a look in sight.
Now the baskets begin to tear as the fruits rot in great delight
The marriage they celebrated with unpleasant feets
As in mockery they danced as they feasted in peace
Alas they broke their vows as the brigades
Fired their barricades
Uniforms interchange uninformed
As the abortion they failed
Begot the painful miscarriage
Presumed for yesterday.
A happy man marries the woman he loves
A happier man loves the woman he marries
But this marriage is due for divorce
The party is over and desolve
Even the rivers show no love in confluence
Give us the agreement of the conference
The urine has been held for long
So the bladder might burst
What ever will be said went wrong
It must be remember how they broke the trust.
Here it comes
For i to feel.
Though it matters
But i seem to count it less.
Here it comes again
Just as a reminder,
For me to weigh its departure.
Same i did to push away.
I thought it would leave with time
But here it comes again.
Never knew it was for a cause.
That i may keep reverencing its departed presence.
Though she means a lot,
More than you could think of.
Six-feets below she lies.
Her presence i strongly feel,
Just as it were you reading me.
Here it comes again
Not to disturb me.
She loves to make me happy and focused
That i might not derail.
Here it comes again
Coz, she loves to see me again.
To nurture and care
Just as she did do then.
A place in my heart
You definitely would find her.
For she lives as though
Dead she is.
I love to meet with her again
Not so quick in a bargain
For life's purpose i sustain
To obtain before i seize to reign
Do i pray to attain.
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particle by frozen
particle
land'n top mine all
feets
shoulderz
dome (well i got's thuh cap on)
crystals from thuh
firmament
Yahweh me
Loves
and you
and you
and you and you and you
((and y'all))
THE STORY BEHIND DIFFERENT RACES by Richie Kharis
Many times they act like they are holy sanctimonious
And every day they pray, but still they can not tell the change
Another day comes hate, for them, love is an easy exchange
Yet far away behind their eyes, lies the truth that may be strange
Oh; the story of two beings with no reverence but difference
They swear to hate and kill their conscience and they welcome ignorance
One sees the other as toxic, and the other sees her acerbic
Now we have two enemies that would never welcome amnesties
They vow to kill each other cause they were born in a different nation
They think this big world isn't meant for miscegenation
So they hurt various souls that have different faces
They wish for no other but them having all graces
They fail to realize something pertinent, without wisdom and love they perish, for their lives are not theirs
Death comes in the dark with no warnings and no exceptions
Six feets are buried the bodies they swore not to care
Yet the same ground finds their bodies buried in despair
Different colors, different thoughts, different flaws but one people
Different bodies, different fingers, different structure but all in one
Some may find this to be ugly but the reality is ugly.
The earlier we let go RACISM, the earlier we save our children from dying
For there is no remedy to one nation without love and forgiveness.
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don't git yer knickerz
inuh twist
'tiz 'bout mine evergreen'z purty
out back
ourn recent
two weeks uv froze
though purty
thuh
froze
oh purty
yet
come did
thuh heat
vernal
too
lots it's
uv
spring'z pretty
cauze'n mine dear friend
vinter'z
obzorb mine
'neath
were froze'd feets
I LIVE IN DREAMS OF MY OWN REALITY
I DAYDREAM IN MY OWN WORLD OF FANTASY
I DREAM OF A LAND FAR AWAY BEYOND MY REALITIES
I BREATHE IN WATER BENEATH A WORLD UNKNOWN TO US
I WHISPER TO MYSELF TO HEAR THE DREAMS THAT SURROUNDS ME
I WALK ON A LAND FULL OF RED SAND THAT BURN MY FEETS BENEATH
I SWIM IN DEEP WATER TO FEEL THE SEA COOLNESS OF MISTY AIR DROPS
I DREAM OF DREAMS THAT I NEVER DREAM BEFORE
I LISTEN TO THE CRACKS IN THE WALLS THAT TELLS ME TO DREAM AGAIN
I SING AND DANCE TO DREAMS THAT DISPAIR ME IN MY DREAMS
I WANT TO DREAM AWAY
I WANT TO DAYDREAM AGAIN FAR AWAY BEYOND MY REALITY
"Super credence...!"
Coming from the west,
Known by many;very popular and people's figure,
Qualified with soft speech,modified with prominent smile,
Dressed with simplicity,but very focal,
The complexion is matched to brilliance,
Lifted up in air was the nose;catching public attention,
Perfumed with premium lavender diffused from the skin into clothing,
"Preemptively ushered",someone said,
Fashioned with tanned pelt around the bust,...kente from the waist,covering to the knees,
Beads and cowries all over the neck,...as well as ears,arms and feets,
Head covered with scuff,
Carrying a pot of water,
Traditionally attributed to firmness and greatness,
Moulded with superintendent qualities;staunch and wisely modulated,
Possess melodious voice;Seductively enriched,
A marital object for procreation and generational changing,
Talented to dance,subbed to singing,
Colourful in appearance,
Useful creature among equals,
Warrior for true love,...even though life is full of irony,
Taste her food,and come for more,
Culturally valued and highlighted,
"Where does she come from?",
Goddesses over waters applauds her magnificence,
Monumentally, she is the mother of world actors and heroines,
Spreader of democracy and patience;Incomparably agitated,
"Tell me...who's this proficient person?",
That is the legend of years;an indigenous superstar,
Proudly known as,"MAMA AFRICA",
"The jewelry everyone is digging for".
War or freedom
What is the profit of war
Please tell me
I really want to know
Why we are so destructive
Must we live to kill
Must the world burn
In flames of hatred
What is the profit of war
I ask again
My soul needs an answer
Why the young must die
So quick
Why we must sit and watch
This calamities right before our feets
Is it difficult to sort out
Our differences
Is it too hard to compromise
Cos am sure is not difficult
To love
War or freedom
Is a shame
We never learn from history
Is a disgrace to the next
Generation if we pass on
This various isolation to them
Why can't we free each other
Why can't we try to forgive
Why can we share
Why can't we give
We can't the world
Just live in a simple peace
Cos I tell you all
On till we achieve peace
Till then our life are just
Like a maggot meal.