Long Jumping Poems
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You would’ve been four, going on five….
You would’ve been my little angel,
My reason to stay alive.
Your smile would’ve been my joy,
Your giggle would’ve melted my heart.
The thought that I will never see you,
Well, it truly tears me apart.
Hearing you whine and throw fits,
Yelling at the top of my lungs “Be quiet!”
I get choked up thinking about it…
I would take you by your hand,
Teach you things you don’t understand.
The thought of it sounds so grand….
*sigh*
Tucking you in at night,
Would be such a delight,
I’d hold you tight,
And wish with all my might,
That our Lord in Heaven protects you….
As you sleep…
Waking me up the next morning,
Jumping up and down on my bed,
With your sippy cup in hand,
Pouring fruit juice on my head….
I’d love every moment of it….
Every moment of being your dad.
It’s too bad, and really sad….
You’re the daughter I’ve never had.
I am....
An Ashanti warrior A Bantu dancer
I am a Yoruba royal clothed in my Asooke
Dancing Adowa and kpalogo to tunes from wulomei and masekela
I am proud Masai
Standing around manyattas,
Jumping to melodies from the olaranyani
Eunoto is here and today I dance in front my peers in transition into a senior warrior
Oh how sweet the African rhythms
Imprudently lifting and soul soothing
Sisala sebrew on Akan drums
Highlife explorations unending on opus 1.
I am an Ewe woman
From the lineage of Nerfetiti
And a great great ....grand daughter of Nandi
My Gèle will never fall off
My Dashiki will never fade out
I am a Fulani herdsman
Wandering the Sahel plains of Africa
Along with a fellow Malinke brother
Who speaks fluent igbo and today we revisit our roots in Nok
I’m from Gao
320 km east-southeast of Timbuktu.
A descendant of Sonni Ali ,
Reciting the epic of Sundiata with intertwining soothing kora melodies from Kandia Kouyate
Oh how dazzling the African landscape
And glorious it's Heritage
Such rekindling and Homeric folklores
And a boundless diverse cultures
I am the African dream
mother's only son my father’s only daughter
I'm the incantations of royal fetish and message behind the talking drum
I am the African noble
Free from identity torment
I know of my glorious past and my colourful future
My city will bleed no more
Never again will i be a wanderer
I know my culture
And my alluring language
Ah how powerful the African names
Araba Termytorphe and Ifedayo chant in unity
Diallo Sissoko and Achiaa bestow serenity
Mbali and Lamisi elegantly wore their kente
Tonight we dance to tunes from the kete
For Yaa Asantewaa never gave up the fight
So we lift our hearts with emancipated minds
To reach new heights ! O’ Nana Nyame,
May you forever guide us with your light .
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Crinkle was a little cloud
That lived in a fluffy town
Full of smiles, joy and laughter
Fun times always shared together
In the city and park slides
The towns love was miles wide
Crinkle has a friend named Buddy
When it rains they get all muddy
Crinkle called Buddy one day
To have a picnic and some play
They walked into the sunny park
When they heard a little bark
They listened very carefully
And found a puppy near a tree
With brown fur and big green eyes
The puppy jumped up with surprise
Into the arms of little Crinkle
The puppies face had cute small dimples
The two friends did not know
What to do or who to show
So they took their new friend home
Where she wouldn’t be alone
Giving her hugs right from the start
To show the love inside their heart
For this little fun new friend
Never letting good times end
Chasing frisbees, sticks and balls
And silly shadows on the wall
The little puppy looked so fancy
The two friends thought and called her Clancy
Each day Crinkle and Buddy too
Taught Clancy a trick or two
Sitting up and rolling over
In warm green fields of clover
Balancing while jumping up
For a toy inside a cup
Dancing and prancing around
For the people in cloud town
Showing off and having fun
Until the moon blocks out the sun
While Clancy rested in her bed
Till the sun woke up again
It's the summer of my third year.
Dad is driving us to the seashore.
The sun follows us, a happy fellow,
beaming in the mid-morning’s azure sky.
In the back seat with my two sisters, I’m looking out the window
as I crunch on Mom’s homemade salty Chex Mix,
anticipating the warmth of salt spray
from the waves I’ll be jumping on this beautiful day -
Life is a beach not yet even in my vocabulary.
We are now at the shore, a large blanket laid out,
Mom with her bright red hair tied back with a brighter red check scarf,
and my dad, dark-haired and handsome, smiling.
So rare is this happy countenance he wears today!
For a while I sit as if entranced, watching the waves roll in.
But eventually, and predictably, my joy ebbs like the tide.
Dark clouds are gathering; gray begins to envelop the sky.
I look over to my dad; the gray has recaptured his face.
In the vanishing sunlight, familiar dark thoughts invade my mind -
Dad, can I see you be happy just once for a whole day?
Rain . . . always it rains when we go to the seashore.
Dog cross my path several times
Dog bark all night when there is no fight
Dog jumping up and down the solid roof
Dog is pulling and tearing my rubber shoes
Dog is telling the truth on two feet,
And dog is listening to your heart beat
Dog is walking up and down the street
Looking for something enchanting to eat
Black dogs, brown dogs, grey dogs, white dogs
Woman dog, man dog, puppy dogs
Ten dogs following one woman dog
One woman dog leading twenty bull dog
Today is dog day so don’t go astray
Dog gather about in the lane
Dog playing game and has no shame
Dog walking up and down the street
Dog is eating curry and fry meat
Dog staring viciously at each other
Dog and dog is ready to fight
Everything looks utterly insane
Dog is in the middle of the lane
Dog is looking confident
But dog has nothing to gain
Dog is having a meeting
Dog is sending you greetings
Dog is hungry for money,
Dog is looking very worry
Dog is sulking, dog is debating
Dog cannot keep still;
Dog is looking for a will
Dog is barking very loud
when no one is around
Dog talk is dog talk
And dog bark is dog bark
Dog can smell you from a distance
When dog is hungry for money
Dog will make up a lying story,
Dog is walking around with a heavy body
And singing a cynical dog song,
Dog is wagging its tail over the land
The dog manipulator is a dangerous person
The dog manipulator is a psychopath
The dog manipulator is a coward hiding in the dark
The dog is a manipulator that preys upon vulnerable mind
And tips the balance way up into the sky
Dog will leave you confused
When it cannot find anybody else to use
The manipulator is on the run,
So you better stop him with your gun
Bad woman, bad man from school to church
The manipulator is finally disbursed.
jumping hurdles in the sky
i can say that i know how something feels
i can now tell stories to other storytellers, and i feel fine
jumping hurdles in the sky
i can say that i have been there
i can now give descriptions in depth to other describers, and i feel fine
jumping hurdles in the sky
i can say that my calendar is full
i can now schedule things with other schedulers, and i feel fine
jumping hurdles in the sky
i can say that my world has been rocked
i can now continue to listen to other storytellers describe things in their many schedules, and for me that is completely fine
All is quiet except for the heat pump pumping some warm air
It is doing the best it can do under the circumstances.
There is no poetry swimming around in my swimming pool
Nor high stepping through the ruts in my brain
Just lost are the thoughts and imaginations
I know something will happen to awake them once again
A bird in flight
A crow cawing
One deer or a whole herd
Run out into the road
I or the other person driving
Just barely miss them
Both at the same time
Say a prayer of thanks
I wonder how many children
Are already jumping for joy
How many are disappointed
How many are still asleep
Christmas morn can go
So many different ways
How is yours?
I am wishing you one of the best in your whole life
God bless each and every one
Sara K
Dear Friend i know it has been years since i have wrote you. So much has happened since i wrote to you last.
I'm sure you already know about all of it. Even though I haven't wrote to you it doesn't mean that you aren't in
my thoughts. When i write a story or whatever i can hear you being snarky or just a plain smartmouth. Someone asked me
if i could go back into time where would i go? My first thought hell my only thought was to the time you were still here.
To when we met in first grade to the time we were jumping on the trampoline and i busted my bottom lip. Or to any time
we hung out and had fun. I still remember when you told a bunch of kids in grade six to bug off when i had that heart moniter on. Then you turned around and teased me asking when i will be at full charge because it looked like a car battery.
Friend so many times i wanted to just go back and warn you or just spend time with you. I feel as if i should feel
lucky you are still with me in some form. I will always think of you when i write. As either the character we created together
or the one i created for you. Friend you might have left the world but the memory of you still lives on.
always with love,
Jess'
I don't believe anything You said
Can I tell you that much?
People go off the opposite end of the spectrum
I guess I have
Nothing You said is going to convince me otherwise
There will always be tests
There will always be making
But I am tired
And won't be making no more
There will always be something
And You'll always be making something
But I won't be
Because I set in my way
It will end up in the same place anyway
Nothing is going to change
You are going to do what You are going to do
Same kinds of tests, same kinds of things
Same kinds of maneuvers
Same kinds of hoops!
Well take your hoops and shove it
Because I ain't jumping
It's getting kind of old - too old
I ain't doing it
Tell me something new that I haven't heard
Tell me something different that I haven't done
Same kind, same story
I ain't going through it
Leave me be, will Ya?
I ain't mess with You
And don't want to mess with You
Mess
Wallowing in death chasing silent screams
Knighted in the valley of the shadow of death
Jumping toward the sun touching all over the sky
waking under the spiders weave growing plants inside my skull
waving good bye to the crowds embracing the Lord in my cave of wonders
opening the gates of hell on the world
setting free the lost dead flying toward me in visions and dreams i can not believe
opening the scrolls breaking all seals rising up all the dead waging war with all creation
do you want to play a game?
yes how about the greatest reset of all revelation to all the wise wisdom to fools and the blind