Long Freestyle Poems
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Natasha will be going to Rio, most definitely,
Without a doubt, she won 2 golds in Belgium,
At the 2011 European Championships well tall,
In the freestyle grade II event and individual;
Then she set a Paralympic record no question,
When she rode in the 2012’s on horse Cabral,
To score 76.857%, and after that very elegantly,
Took another gold in the freestyle with vocality.
She was born in Hammersmith, busy London,
But when she was aged fourteen months only,
Got transverse myelitis, an inflammation spinal.
Baker was appointed MBE in 2013 for her gaul,
In equestrianism and for noting GOSH hospital.
It was Hannah’s young dream to win golds,
At Paralympics because she was born blind,
So she races in the visually impaired class,
S12 along with many other blind swimmers.
Both Hannah’s parents are sporty and athletic,
So they wanted Hannah to participate in sport,
So they all chose swimming having no focus,
No balls, no team mates, others to focus on.
Hannah loved it, and after seeing Simmonds,
Swimming at the Beijing Paralympics in 2008,
She asked her parents if she could swap clubs,
‘Cos she wanted to take the risk, do more hours.
At the 2012 London Games Hannah won thrice,
A silver for the 400m freestyle, bronze for back,
And another bronze for the 100m S12 butterfly.
In the 2013 Worlds she took 3 silvers, 1 bronze.
In 2015 at the Worlds again, this time in Glasgow,
Hannah sealed 1 gold medal in the 50m freestyle,
And another silver 100m freestyle, so in Portugal,
At the Euros 2016, she won one of each medal.
In Rio she took the gold for the 100m backstroke,
In a time of 1:06.06, 6 seconds faster than Matio;
She trains, exercises in Woking Swimming Club,
And studies sports science at Salford University.
A Games Maker at London’s Paralympics 2012,
Stephanie used to be a competitor able-bodied,
In the Great Britain team, mind on the Olympics,
Even tho’ since 11 her eyes were bad, crummier.
One day when she was training in a 50m sprint,
She felt a sharp, sudden pain shoot down her arm,
Which she just ignored, but it soon re-emerged,
Such that today she’s possesses nerve damage.
She’s a para-swimmer and competes in contests,
With other disabled sportsmen and sportswomen,
Her first competition as such was in Sheffield city,
2013, the British International Swimming Champs.
So at the Commonwealth Games held in Glasgow,
2014, Stephanie won a silver for the 100m freestyle,
And then in Eindhoven which is in the Netherlands,
7 golds: 1 for back, 1 fly, 3 free, 1 relay, 2 medley.
In Funchal which is on Madeira, Portugal, in 2016,
On this approach to Rio Stephanie won 2 golds,
At the European Championships highly spirited,
1 for the 50m freestyle and 1 for the 100m butterfly.
In Rio Stephanie won the silver in 1 min 10.32 secs,
And sealed gold along with her familiar colleagues,
In the 4x100m medley relay 34pts. From Preston,
She practices in their Club, born 7th February 1991.
Anyone can make it flow if they go,
Diddy didn’t did he though,
Did diddy do that did he
and did Diddy go pro,
Diddy didn’t no
he didn’t steal the show
just showed skills below
par bellowing out no go no no all slow
he’s no pro bro skills don’t grow.
I’m up here and you’re down low,
you say that you’re an MC,
I think you’re an EMPTY,
don’t agitate or tempt me
to vent at present with plenty to be appreciated,
you’ll be slated,
I give it whole while you rhyme grated,
misplaced and flakey,
you’re just a fake G,
mistaking where your place be,
face don’t phase me,
beat you when I’m lazy,
now move away before I get crazy.
Matt’s dad Mike works in IT for Nissan,
So when he won gold at Rio de Janerio,
For the 100m freestyle in the S9 category,
Nissan made him a gold car, a LEAF.
The LEAF is one of the new electric cars,
And to get to his physiotherapy sessions,
In the two years building up to Rio 2016,
Matt had been driving in a white LEAF.
He was born with cerebral palsy, just mild,
On the 14th day of October’s month, 1996,
And first represented Britain in Eindhoven,
Which is in Holland, at the Euros in 2014.
There he placed just outside the medals,
So in 2016 Funchal, which is Portuguese,
At the Euros, in the 50m free he won gold,
And in the 4x100m freestyle relay, bronze.
I've gathered you all here today,
to lament rhyming poetry's death.
Fledgling poets feel it's blasé,
regardless of its rhythm and breath.
Lyrical poetry's a cliché,
though it's been recited for years.
For now, there's a different way
of expressing your fears and tears.
Exiled to the pages of time,
Rhyme died when its critics shunned it.
And its once clear, distinctive chime;
was stripped of its rapier wit.
Beloved, and yet inked by few,
it has slipped into history.
But, when I hear what rhyme can do,
its death becomes a mystery.
Rhyme was laid to rest by freestyle,
let's lift our pens; bid it adieu!
And visit it once in a while,
perhaps, to write a line or two.
A cobra on the land is a cobra in the shrubs and still the cobra on the hills
The fire that ravages the grasses fear no Greenness of the forest
It first wears them rags and strips them naked
Dare not my laughing hyena
I cleanse the bones and make them hopeless even in the life aftermath.
I don't just bark.... I bite and crack to the marrow.
Feel like roaring like a lion that I am
King of the jungle
Still the champ in the Royal rumble
The face doesn't make me humble
I run and ruin the hurdles
In scores of minutes i do double
In all of these, still I don't tumble
Girls dem daddy, but they call me uncle
Cos i conquer the heavy Ukwu ukwu
Don't give a damn about the looku looku
(FM CONCEPTUAL)
Claire won 5 medals at the Barcelona Paras,
In 1992, where she took the 50m freestyle gold,
To set a World Record, and in the 100m pass,
Still freestyle, she secured a warm silver fold,
A silver for the 100m backstroke and 4x100 relay,
Which made her extremely proud, chuffed no end,
So she only took up para-triathlon 2008, recently,
And in 2008, the Worlds, she won the gold blend.
In 2013 at the ETU Para-triathlon Europeans,
In Antalya in Turkey, Claire won the solid silver,
And in 2014, the ITU Worlds with London johns,
Claire came home 3rd, a bronze to weather.
2015 and the ITU Worlds again, in Edmonton,
Canada, and Clare truly proved again to be,
Successful at the triathlon with consolidation,
Of another bronze medal, podium victory to see.
That same year in Buffalo City at the Worlds,
She won the title, and at the GBR Nationals,
She came 2nd, also at the ITU London Worlds,
Then 3rd at the ETU Geneva European stiles.
1st in Detroit at the ITU Worlds, and then 2nd,
In Penrith in 2016 at more ITU Worlds again;
She finished 4th in Lisbon, Portugal - her bend,
Towards swimming, biking and running did pen.
She was born without a left forearm, prosthetic,
And was a Chartered Accountant. She reads,
Watches box sets, loving West Wing frenetic,
And hates mice. She has English Lit MA seeds.
I want you,
not in a symphony of promises,
but in the raw rhythm of now,
each beat a fleeting note,
strumming on the strings of today.
Your smile? A wildfire against the dark,
brief but unforgettable,
scorching the edges of my calm.
I don’t love you, or maybe I don’t yet.
This isn’t a sonnet etched in stone,
but a freestyle verse,
imperfect, raw, and unapologetically real.
Around you, joy pools in moments,
sweet like honey slipping from a tilted jar,
messy, golden, impossible to catch.
I crave intimacy,
not the heavy kind forged for forever,
but a spark that ignites and dances wildly,
a streetlight blazing against the night,
brilliant, and when it fades,
it leaves no regrets.
Tomorrow is a phantom,
a shadow I refuse to chase.
I won’t pretend I can’t live without you,
that’s a lie I won’t tell myself.
I lived before you,
and if there’s an after you,
I will learn to live again.
If you find someone who feels like the sunrise,
I will step aside and let you shine.
But tonight,
be the fractured prism in my sky,
bending light into something magical,
something ours.
Let us be wind and flame,
meeting briefly,
dancing wildly,
until the world decides our time is done.
Loosely attached,
like two leaves on the same stream,
flowing together,
until the current pulls us apart.
No chains, no forever, no myths,
just this moment,
a flash of something beautiful,
here and now.
I love to dance to the music of The Rolling Stones,
one of the longest-running rock bands since the sixties.
The band’s music is raw with energetic blend of blues,
rhythm and blues, rock and roll and baroque rock or pop.
Slow dancing to the ballads of Angie and Wild Horses
let me bring out the emotional depth of the melody
and lyrics through emotive flow and applying Tango
improvisation to Paint It Black with its unique sound.
Fusion dancing to Ruby Tuesday, a baroque pop and
You Can’t Always Get What You Want, a rock with slow
ballad like tempo to fast, to create contrasting styles and
freestyle dancing by mixing various genres to Under My Thumb.
Swinging, jiving, rocking, strutting, like Mick’s strut and
shimmying to Tumbling Dice and Honky Tonk Women.
Dave, the pianist and vocalist of a two men band plays
The Stones songs for me and calls me The Stones Girl.