Long Go for it Poems
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suppose sun stop shining
and the clouds get dark
when there will not be the courage to face life
will you be there to give me shelter
shield me from the thunder
make me a bed of roses
melt away my fears,
my safety guaranteed.
suppose things will happen
those we term the unexpected
will you handle them as unexpected
hoping lies not perfected
and love remain respected
ours never Regretted
see some rejected
their communication neglected
their memories permanently deleted
but their hearts pulse the same beats
Always in a remember state they cannot reset.
Left in the cold
No one to hold
Heart bled, thoughts dead
Bond broken beyond reconstruction
Permanent heart condition
Said it was a hard decision
You could not replace
“Was not a case”
Where is that one you Praise
Meant to pay your class?
Has he the same face?
He used to give that promise?
Has he left like you left?
Come dear, I will lift you forget you left
Give you my best Taste
All I have, all my love
Dear child of the grave
Come to me and be safe
Come to me and be saved
Bring your love along
Let us live long.
I will do your hair, paint your lips, fit your hips
Make you feel beautiful among beasts
Make you always high on heels and wheels
Be on top that is your place in this life
Stay on top that is your space in this life
You are wise, none tell you otherwise
Live in lies, pay the price
The price is never nice
Be safe, tame the tongue
Come to me dear child
Come and be safe
A future is waiting
When you will keep winning
Come child of the grave
Take my hand
Show me where you want to go
I will walk with you. Hold my hand.
I will go with you wherever you land
In times of tides I will understand
With you I will stand just hold my hand.
Never let it go
Whether it grows cold as snow
And as you Grow you will know
Never to bite that hand
Dear child hold my Hand
Let me follow you to your fertile Land.
Your future is spelt
Go for it child, go Get
Be on top that is your place in this life
Stay on top that is your space in this life
Come dear, I will lift you forget you left
Give you my best Taste
All I have, all my love
Dear child of the grave
Come to me and be safe
Come to me and be saved
Come child of the grave
Take my hand
Show me where you want to go
I will walk with you. Hold my hand
Life is a dangerous struggle
Full of inconsistencies, challenges and pains
Life is not fair even to the fair skinned
The dark skinned are not faring better either
In everyone's backyard a little rain must drop
Whatever be your lot, set your goals and go for it.
In life, even the rich also cry
The poor in pains and agonies cries ceaselessly
The middle class have no problems 'cause they never existed
The orphans on the street go bare footed and hungry
Everyone is plagued by this turbulent journey called life
Whatever be your lot, set your goals and go for it.
Life is an endless and unpleasant adventure
Ending in one phase and continues in another phase
Beggers beg and no one gives to them
Widows cry and no one hears their voice
Everyone is caught up in this crazy web called life
Whatever be your lot, set your goals and go for it
In life, the religious are not the righteous
The righteous looks rough and rugged
Unnoticed because they have no class
For long we have been in this turmoil called life
And it has promised to continue unabated, no end at sight
Whatever happens, set your goals and go for it
The smart acts smartly by running away
They cross the sea, the Mediterranean sea
Unfortunately, you can't run away from life
Run away from it here and you will meet it there
Even though we're here, I know we'll soon be there
Only if we can set our goals and go for it
Life is everywhere, has no friends, has no foes
Life rewards, reproved and reprimands
Everyone is lotted opportunities in life
And it's their responsibility to take them
The faithful pray while the unfaithful prey
Whatever you do, set your goals and go for it
Life has no end, life has no beginning
Life is an omen, the omen never lies
Life keeps everyone busy on their own lane
Though some lanes are fast, some are slow
But ultimately every vehicle gets to its destination
Only if we can just set our goals and go for it
Life cares for no one, Life is hostile
Life is an excruciating and toilsome lot
Imperfect Life preaches perfection
Unfortunately, no one needs perfection
We're all trapped in this vicious cycle called Life
Whatever be your lot, set your goals and go for it
~ KNOW THYSELF
Honest examination brings truth
~ KEEP IT REAL
It saves you from the need to convince others through a multitude of words
~ DO NOT MANIPULATE
It is an act of psychological violence
~ BE CONSISTENT
It is the foundation of trust
~ SAY WHAT YOU MEAN AND MEAN WHAT YOU SAY
Why say something that lacks integrity?
~ WALK LIKE YOU KNOW WHERE YOU’RE GOING
Predators will think twice
~ ALWAYS LOOK YOUR BEST
Details matter. But do not become vain or conceited. Moderation is key
~ ALWAYS LOOK PEOPLE IN THEIR EYES
It is an act of personal power, and shows you have nothing to hide
~REMEMBER THE NAMES OF EVERYONE YOU MEET.
It brings favor in your life
~ KNOW YOUR SURROUNDINGS
It could save your life, and possibly the lives of others.
~ ALWAYS CHECK YOUR MOTIVES
You have to be honest with your inner-most being, but you should always know what truly motivates you.
~ TAKE RISKS IN LIFE
Count the cost, then go for it with complete abandon
~ DO NOT FEAR CONFRONTATION
The greater your awareness, the less ignorance can control you
~ CHOOSE YOUR WORDS CAREFULLY
Those who speak rashly have not considered the power or meaning
of their words
~ DO NOT BE A BLIND FOLLOWER
It keeps you from drama and from unforeseen danger
~ WHATEVER YOU DO, DO IT WELL
The more blood, sweat and tears you put in your endeavors, the more purposeful you are. It is the building block to building your name
~ WAKE UP AND DO NOT GO BACK TO SLEEP
Stay alert .There is a real enemy, and he never sleeps. You have been warned.
~ BE A HERO
Protect the innocent. Defend the defenseless. They are vulnerable and targeted
~ BE A VOICE FOR RIGHTEOUSNESS
In a world where bad is good, and good is bad, we need bold and courageous people to speak out without apology. For example: "WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN!???"
~ COVER THE NAKED
Whether it is lack of clothing, or dignity, or identity, be their covering. Exploitation is a crime against the human spirit.
~ DO NOT LET ANYONE DIE ON YOUR WATCH
If you see someone dying and you keep going, then you do not know that you are already dead. The life of every soul cannot be priced. We are NOT disposable
When I was younger rap changed me, it was crazy,
It made me act like nothin' phased me
That's why I was bakin' this pastry and tryna make it
It was amazing how I could listen to the same thing
8 teen times in a row, it's frustrating when you don't know
Where to go, and you're getting older and this boulder on your shoulder
Is getting harder to hold...
The leaves turn brown and hit the ground and it gets cold
You're pride is standing infront of my goals
I was so tired of hearin' the same ****
Maybe it just aint me...
Maybe I should give up and fulfill everyone's prophecies
For everyone who ever told me that I was not ****
Nope... Not me!
That's why I was plottin' although I thought I was free,
I was boxed in... I felt like I have lost it
The hunger for success over whelmed me
That's why I'm tryna find a lane to inject my main frame
With this rap game, i'll say what I want
No damn shame
Maybe I could escape through blazin' and sprayin'
These raps it's crazy
I want It's wack, this ********,
This crack, I want whips without the crack
Give back,
The rain came and went, but the road is still slippery when wet
The pain subsides and hides in the back of your mind
I've had copious amounts of weed and a little bit of sleep
I don't whether I'm countin' sheep or takin' speed,
I might be poppin' bottles
Foot on the throttle
I am everything and more than you've ever thought of,
I will not be caught off guard,
Although life is hard and we mark our targets,
Then we go for it
No matter what we feel, regardless of opinions and this silly ****,
We doubt our ability to do anything,
When all we gave was everything,
I wouldn't trade my past for the world because it made me the man I am
And as I stand all alone on the beach with my toes in the sand,
Counting a couple of grand
While I laugh at your plans and grab all your fans, like we switch hands
Like it was Summer and there was no AC
It was hotter inside than it was outside
There was a fight going on
Between my self esteem, my ego, and my pride, askin' why?
When you're under water, if you get a breath, take it
If you're holdin' onto the past...
Shake that ****...
I use my hand to write poems that will convince you that my soul has been bleeding from start to end. But this may be a poem for those who think I've been writing from the heart.
What makes it okay?
What makes it okay to bow for our souls when they cling to the pregnant clouds of tears and fears?
This is just me maybe running out of ways to numb this pain by reading old books with coffee stains and nothing makes it okay.
But the coffee stains are the reason I'm uncomfortably wake at three A.M trying to cover the holes I opened with the knife but the blood wasn't mine; it never was.
What makes it okay to see temptation in a blade, knife, or a pair of scissors? It's the fact that it's not my life I'll be taking. Maybe it's only now you see that the "be careful" note I left on your doorstep wasn't just one of my dramatic moves. You better be wearing two left shoes.
What makes it okay to know we're not happier?
What makes it okay to hide the misery with a smile?
It's me; I'm willing to go the extra mile just as long as you stay behind; I just want to make sure it's safe.
What made it okay for me to call you at 3AM in the morning telling myself I've had enough of this sadness. Followed by your voice telling me "everything's going to be fine and maybe it's that time of the month" and no "it's not me; it's you." what makes it okay? I do.
I've always had that "go for it" vibe hidden inside me I'd ask you to find it but I'd be uncomfortable.
What makes it okay to cling to a cloud?
That's probably the hardest **** I've ever had to do. After closing the toothpaste cap; I mean that **** is kind of hard to remember. Like replacing the toilet paper roll; i repeat that **** is hard; literally. That's why the toilet paper needs to be replaced.
What makes it okay for me to judge you without having to hear your pain and bleed for you? I'll take the blame any day; just make sure I'm going to be okay when I come back to you every night asking for day light.
I mean girl; the sun sets; why won't you.?
the sun rises; why won't you?
clouds move; why won't you?
What makes it okay to put bravery to test? You do.
There is a voice within my head,
he’s been there all my life,
I’ve learned not to talk much of it,
or folks say, “He ain’t right.”
Some would thing that I’ve gone insane,
that I should go get help,
but the voice has done me no hard,
as far as I can tell.
If fact he seems to cheer me on
through every turn and twist,
I know this doesn’t make much sense,
but please consider this:
When I was eleven years old
I had a soccer game,
I wasn’t much the sporting type,
my performance was…lame.
They liked to put me on defense
so I couldn’t screw up,
but the last game of the season
I had a change in luck.
I had moved up to the midfield
and the ball came to me,
before me stood an open shot
and distracted goalie.
Instead of joy I felt frozen,
like all had gone amiss,
then the voice said, “You’re in the clear!
Go for it, you’ve got this!”
Needless to say, I made that shot,
my athletic high point,
was so happy I didn’t mind
that I had pulled my groin.
But six years later I did find
myself in a hard place,
this time it was over a girl
with a heavenly face.
The people all called her Trissa,
she seemed out of my reach,
my hands would get all clammy if
around her I did speak,
but somehow I worked up the nerve
to ask her to the prom,
as I walked up every heartbeat
seemed as loud as a bomb.
To think such a woman would deign
to give me just one kiss…
but the voice said, “She’s scared as you,
stand firm, boy, you’ve got this.”
Can you believe the voice was right?
We dated for five years,
got married right out of college,
then the real world appeared.
It was much harder than a school,
the workloads were intense,
I knew so little I don’t know
how I survived back them.
Moreover Triss soon fell pregnant,
and quietly, inside,
I feared knowing that small person
upon me would rely.
How could I shoulder all that weight?
I struggled at my job,
what kind of life could I provide,
I feared they’d both feel robbed.
But what I held that tiny girl,
saw her sleeping in bliss,
the voice spoke up and made it plain,
“Just relax, we’ve got this...”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
This morning I found her gold shoes under your bed,
size 7'1/2,
They weren’t even in good shape,
all torn up around the heel,
I can just imagine her wearing them
in some slutty clothes flirting with you at the club,
carelessly forgetting them at your house,
because she probably packed an overnight bag.
Strange thing is, I’m not mad at you,
after all, I have a boyfriend
that you don’t even know about,
and I don’t plan on breaking up with him
Unless my feelings towards you grow stronger,
right now, I just like the excitement,
the series of first kisses and touches,
exploring a body so new to me,
running my heads down your chest,
sucking your neck until you cant take it anymore.
I love to tease you, then give it to you,
and by the way, we should really be more careful,
I’m not gonna tell you but I took the morning after pill today,
I’d like to say it doesn’t bother me, but it does,
I guess you could call me a hypocrite,
cuz I don’t want her gold shoes under your bed,
but then again,
I have his picture on my nightstand.
You left two marks on my neck,
I didn’t notice until I went to the grocery store,
and the clerk was smiling at me, like... "someone had a good night"
I didn’t even try to cover it up,
no sense in it, besides I scratched your back better anyway.
I can't stop thinking about Friday, the first time we had sex,
I loved attacking you at the door, no talking,
Straight to the point, hands all over each other, kissing so passionately,
I loved the way you handled my body,
I loved climbin on top of you,
feeling you slip inside me,
I couldn’t resist it,
I started riding you, watching your eyes relax, and I'll never forget,
how you looked at me, gripped my arms tightly and said..
"You know your mine now"
I wanted to be yours.
Your strong sexy body underneath me,
with all your tattoos, and your brothers rest in peace necklace,
I got a thing for the thug type,
It’s something in me that wants it.
Even when I know if I go for it,
I might just wake up,
and find a pair of shoes, Gold Shoes,
playfully shoved under your bed,
from some, other, love affair.
Once upon a time we used to say this rhyme;
Piss **** corruptiion snot, 29 assholes
tied in a knot, yah rah lizard ****,
fffuuuuuccccckkkkk!
God bless the 60's
college generation and the pre ne anderthal
anticommuno anticonservative anticrass
conspired 50's post war catlickco/protestco/religico/allinco
class ignopostco dontknowco genreo class of procreastino
letitbeso, statisquo esque. Lest it be known that the willful winds of youthful change blow out
be on their way to counter angst the powers that supposed to be.
Frank, Tony, Bing, Johnny, Dean, Bobby, Elvis and Sammy rose to to heights
of us universal but languished in antiquity when all was superficial.
Stay in within the realm that is true and the music that it
heralds is more than blue. Topic is keen and u know what I mean,
as it all in the family regardless of poverty and greed. Look
deep inside to the entrails u behold and garner yr questhoods as they're
expressed in your guy goods. I am sick of people who hide in their shame, whose only desire is to gain all from illfame. I speak from someone just side of white trash
who was given free knowledge and knows that is quite rash!. College initially
was out of my reach, but from my friends go for it, it's not what we preach.
Paperwork aplenty and lines unforgiving I pleaded, posed, placed until my
schedule was on target. Never before did I know such obeyance, to all before me regardless of surveyance. I did what I was told and was told what I did until both seemed the same. IU hater is when people say this is/was the best thing I ever did in my life. Really? What about the things/places/people to come in to share yr life. Age is a withering wonder of the things that from which u have experienced, learned, then applied to unfamiliar future u have remaining; in all this, is someone, anyone paying the least attention to what u r trying to say? And yes to date and I am sorry to say but have come to believe is just the way it is that, "Youth is wasted on the young". Love u and miss me in the final equation of the generational shift of things to come.
Imagine a man in the sky,
imagine he created you and I,
imagine he gave the world life,
imagine he saves you after you die.
Imagine his unlimited magic,
he creates the glory and love,
he creates the evil and tragic,
imagine this immortal above.
A majestic man with the ultimate power,
watching over the growth of the flower,
watching man as man builds the tower,
watching over every second and hour.
Imagine Imagine
the man you imagine
may manage to manage mankind one day,
alleviate damage and salvage the savage,
making a peace and uniting our way.
Process the notion conflict solves nothing,
making the planet a pleasure to inhabit.
This is a magnificent manifestation,
stored in your creative thought station.
So now think about this,
with openmindedness,
forget what you believe,
and set your whole mind free.
Imagination has no limits or boundaries,
you have capability to think what you please,
but for now concentrate on these,
pick one of the following ideas, I bet you do it with ease....
Believe that, that man must exist without question.
Believe that, that man must be a thing of fiction.
So, imagine the one you want to imagine,
now, in some way, it exists and it happened,
as once you imagine it, it becomes real,
and can become something all others feel.
So....
If you can dream that you can achieve,
and be everything that you want to be,
then aim for it and always believe,
don't lose focus or your energy,
you must keep your faith through the difficulties,
somedays it may feel like it's out of reach,
it is part of the route to destiny,
be sure to seek more knowledge than they teach,
over time your dreams make reality.
That thing that was once imaginary,
has now become an actuality,
and you.... yes you..... you have the ability
to be one of the few to make history.
If you've followed this all the way through,
and you are not confused,
then you are someone that I'm talking to.
Just go for it, DON'T GIVE UP, whatever you do!
Saying Happy Birthday to you
Really flatters you and me too
Wishing you a joyous day
Memorable… Never to fray
Do enjoy every bit of it
Until you fall in love with it
One hundred years run it
Lug your pail and go for it
Walk straight with firm faith in heart
Jesus knows who does serve by heart
Happy Birthday to you my dear
Is my dear wish to you from here
Though my poem is simple to read
Hoping you grab it soon to read
With sensible spirit and with speed
Take a toast and remember those
Who still care for you the most
Never wish you ever go astray
But steadily accept warm allay
Pretty Texas has a home for you
Surely it does really fit you
You know now I still love you
See your path describes you
My house detests a busy mouse
See only angels enter my house
Pleasing Jesus who welcomes us
And all who comprehend not lust
Reach up for a blessed morning
Restoring moments with finest stories
Pleasant life indeed it is; not boring
Warm sensations do have true beauty
Have your champagne and toast
With friends who only know good
God is watching your path though
Your roots are drawn by one foot
Your stepmother wishes good for you
And finest hopes to hear from you
As a beautiful girl I remember you
So, study well and succeed for you
Stampede those who snagged you
A bright future is leading you
None will look backward and point
At a feather falling in a pink pond
But at every good deed you were fond of
Though snow can polish your smile more
Urges Jesus to cheer up with luck
And always shows you the pretty sun
Hoping to reply a thank you knot
At any time you read it with fun
Light up your candle with utmost kindness
Please dare to make a wish for goodness
See God can read only best candid wishes
That foil your pretty heart with happiness.
By: Nadia F. Shahwan –Note: Logging into Lulupoetry.com to edit few stanzas was
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