Long Race Poems
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I want things to be good
When the hawk touches down
Have to stand where we should
When the hawk touches down
When polished and spiffed,
Our spirits will lift
Let us ready the gift
When the hawk touches down
I want things to go right
When the hawk touches down
No squabbles no fights
When the hawk touches down
Not a single forked tongue
From the old or the young
Just clean air in our lungs
When the hawk touches down
When atmosphere gives in to pressure
And the surging rivers arise,
Baby, let’s show up together
With nothing but love in our eyes
Gotta keep a straight face
When the hawk touches down
All games in their place
When the hawk touches down
No signs of disorder
Or cobwebs in the corner
You’ll be shot at the border
When the hawk touches down
This race will be judged
When the hawk touches down
Never sleep on a grudge
Lest the hawk touches down
He can pick up the scent
Of discouragement
All report to the tent
For when the hawk touches down
When atmosphere gives in to pressure
And the surging rivers arise,
Baby, let’s stand up together
With nothing but love in our eyes
Your heart is your seal
When the hawk touches down
The unrighteous made real
When the hawk touches down
From the unleavened wheat
To the washing of feet
By the true Paraclete –
All rites shall complete
when the hawk touches down
You bet we all pray
When the hawk touches down
It’s Contrition Day
When the hawk touches down
Under scarlet moon
Amid molten dunes
Jesus follows soon
after the hawk touches down.
If behind the high sea tempest clouds
the pole star disappears,
the ancient mariner in you loses bearing,
the halcyon horizon will rise with hope
in the sunburst dawn,
defining the yonder chromatic shore.
If you lose the rhythm of footsteps
on the tortuous track called life,
don’t forget you promised yourself
to run a long marathon race.
You will reach the winning post
at the end of a painful pursuit.
If you are lost in the labyrinth of living,
searching for the escape route,
find the exit doors closing one by one,
don’t lose the invisible trail of hope,
for at the end of the tunnel
you will see the light of freedom appear.
If the sunshine day runs out fast for you,
the twilight sky falls with the dismal night,
don’t forget the sun must sink
to ascend again, inspiring the Phoenix in you
to rise from the dust,
so, wait for the divine dawn, never say die.
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March 25, 2021
Contest : Phoenix Rising
Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker
Number 261* ran a pretty good race.
Though she couldn’t have won it, she set a fine pace.
Her hat hid her hair but if you’d seen her face
You’d have realized she wasn’t a guy.
The year – ’67, a marathon run
In Boston, and soon after it’d begun
Officials decided her racing was done
And her gender the answer to “Why?”
For the course was for men; anyone called “her”
Had to skip it or hide who they really were.
K.V. Switzer she signed as, so they’d infer
That a male was the one to apply.
She resisted attempts to drag her away
And completed those miles, ignoring the fray.
Yet it took 5 more years, quite a lengthy delay,
‘Til the rule-makers had to comply.
Now at 70, Switzer, still true to form,
Ran in Boston, to welcomes both loud and warm.
Her gutsiness once took the world by storm
And her triumph no one can deny.
*Kathrine Switzer’s Boston Marathon number
in both the 1967 and 2017 races
Looking back over the past
thinking of these formative years
growing up learning of life
so often filled with fears
Fears of so many things
people situations life direction
you have many decisions to form
all of them need right connection
But looking back now years later
the divine hand sent His grace
for as the burdens seemed tough
slowly overcoming to keep in the race
Being reminded life is a marathon
for it is no dashing quick sprint
every single obstacle will be put down
hurdling it one by one my special mint
All of these experiences were a purpose
to fit me for the future all mine
this is in God's planning before time
He knows how to keep me in line
Memories indeed to be thankful
for mercies received by the handful
A Reflection stares back at me,
looking into the mirror,
Satisfied with what I see.
The One I grew to be,
This loving entity,
In a confused society.
Living creatively,
Subjectively,
Searching for me.
Changing this reality,
To reflect what I see,
As I strive to be free.
The highest version of me,
Chivalry and morality,
Honesty my best Quality.
Energy running rampantly,
Serving our Society,
Rushing quietly.
A rising of integrity,
integrates politely,
Showing a new way to be.
Perceptions of purity,
Moving through many,
It's affecting Humanity.
A reflection I see,
Staring back at me,
Our race in unity.
Embracing our beauty,
Reacting differently,
Rising confidently.
Living life intensely,
Enjoying it immensely,
And YOU are the Key.
So here I will be,
Waiting patiently,
A reflection proud to BE.
Only when lions have historians
will hunters cease being heroes
we are one nation, one family, indivisible
for us, divorce or separation are not options
Though Blacks first stepped foot in the Americas, in 1518
"racial barriers broken" time passes, but love endures
racial rifts, "tearing at the heart of America"
"clean your house of racism", "America"
racism is a sickness, that may never go away
there's no color in love
the ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won
the port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting
Afro American history; the record of a race
of indomitable people surviving the diaspora
where do we go from here!
we move united into the future
Author Dana Redricks
August 23, 2024
As I sit here consumed with pain, my heart heavy and my spirit drained, I look to You, Lord Yeshua, for strength, to help me stand and give me strength to face any storm, I know You will carry me through in Your loving arms.
The trials and battles I face each day seem too much for me to bear or sway, but with Your love and grace by my side, I know I'll find the strength to abide.
In times of darkness and despair, I trust in Your light to always be there, to guide me through the darkest night, and lead me to a place of courage and might.
So I ask for Your strength now, Oh Lord, to help me stand firm and not give up, to face each challenge with faith and grace, and never give up in this race.
With You by my side, I know I can overcome, and find the courage to rise above, the pain and struggles that I face each day, with Your strength, Lord Yeshua, I shall never sway, and I will make it to the promised land some day.
Buckle up now
And hold on tight
Gonna be my co-driver
You need to shout it right
We’re gonna be going
At some really hairy speeds
You’re my navigator
The one instructing me
I need that information
To plan the road ahead
Yes I need it quick girl
So get that in your head
So buckle up now
And hold on tight
You’re in for the ride
The ride of your life
We’ve gotta keep on going
We’re racing against the clock
To get to that check point
We’ll give it all we got
Racing through this forest
As fast as we can go
Close between these trees
Wipers going to and throw
So
Buckle up now
And hold on tight
Gonna be my co-driver
Please shout it right
We’re gonna be going
At some really hairy speeds
You’re the navigator
The one instructing me
We’re gonna be driving
Over different terrains
In all kinds of weather
It’s gonna be insane
Doing Speeds over
A hundred MPH
In pitch black darkness
Feel that awesome power
So
Buckle up now
And hold on tight
Gonna be my co-driver
Please shout it right
We’re gonna be going
At some really hairy speeds
You’re my navigator
The one instructing me
It takes a lot to focus
You’ve got to have the skill
Adjusting to conditions
Behind this rally wheel
One mistake is costly
I need the pacenotes quick
Just say it in advance
As we go into this drift
© Copyright KC.Leake
18th January 2016
All Rights Reserved
It's the apocalypse of the antipoetic,
some are apoplectic, instead of apologetic,
this is no diplomatic 'dead poet's society',
but the anxiety results in notoriety,
increasing dubiety for word weaving variety.
The grammar police pursue like the four horsemen,
trying to silence my poetic garden's endorphins.
Pouring petrol upon my enchanted petals,
burning the rain, before sweet petrichor settles,
so onyx skies, thundering cries and lullabies,
slay my sentiments like premature butterflies.
Where is my dark angel friend to protect my quill,
before I double down on poetic forms against free will.
When creativity is silenced it's a suicide of speech,
a hypocritical rhetoric is not what hallowed halls teach.
Wizardry of words have no hoodoo or voodoo on your muse,
write about love's labyrinth, rage or life in a way you choose.
Beauty of poetry lies in the eye of the beholder,
poems that merge in harmony bring the rat race closer.
Outside the winds of illiteracy, words want to be free,
to release ink, until your heart's last stand - that's poetry!
It is what catches the eye, kindness of one being
You don't see anger, hey I want to be that
Eye catcher, one's personality adored
We truly want to be all that is
To be better person we portray
Ourselves showing emotions of the heart
Not hidden behind wall invisible
Alone in anger your rage you carry
Hurting, memory not wanting to forgive
It's truly eye catcher, rescue of another soul
Animal being saved, birth of a child
It is love we know, kindness existence
That we want to feel that kind of love
We thrive to be, even ourselves we train
As we practice getting up on right side bed
Skies bring colors, some joyful to see
Flowers blooms, an eye catching sight
As a cloud rolls, water of sea churns
Soul from the depths, what makes us?
We don't look to anger to be but be better
Eye catcher to perfecting oneself as a race
Mankind, suppose cause we was made by man
God of man, his spirit we walk in breath
The beauty of grace everywhere we look
That in ourselves we want to feel pleasures
An eye catcher, a soul just being human