Long Strut Poems
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nobody sees you the way I do
in your wheelchair
with your unopenable arms
where everything crashes to a gray twisted landscape
my brother
alpha male
of demon strut clashes
in our shared childhood
once you flipped your hockey stick between my thin legs
to see how many stairs I'd tumble down
your yells to me to "toughen up"
cursing a younger brother
"bookworm sissy"
"vanilla boy"
to expletives that ran like tap water
when proximity was a contact sport
at the care home
to your lips
I spoon in pudding
its dull tranquility
vanilla
into a body that feels itself liquid, limbs pliable and porous
I'd like to re-touch our brotherly photos
to change them to accuracy
or crumple them like a wasp nest knocked to the ground
for nobody sees you the way I do
for nobody knows you the way I do
“Come Dance with Me”
Come dance with me the soldier said
To the beautiful lady dressed in red.
I’ll take you up to the stars in the sky,
And in unison our feet will fly.
We’ll dance on the clouds of fluff
I’ll hold you tight but loose enough
For you to twirl, or strut your stuff.
We’ll laugh as we remember our yesterdays
And our life together in so many ways.
We’ll smile about our children, all doing well
Who loved us deeply, and in our hearts will dwell
We lived our last days apart from those we love,
Hooked to machines we never dreamed of.
Until the time when in unison we decided,
There’s a better place where we’ll be undivided
Where we’ll soar above this earthly din
And dance in the heavens, for Him.
Deborah M Kelly Ó
2020
Just thirteen and already hiding,
capped off like an old oil well,
ears clamped shut
with a musical flair of pink in a bush
of unkempt hair.
Thirteen and all balled up
like a tribble in a Star-Trek bin
rounded shoulders, head down tucked
nope, not, never
getting into her skin.
Already hiding behind the glass
of frames too big for her head,
legs crossed, sketchbook open
drawing the visions inside her instead.
Capped teeth with braces
if she only knew
[though she seemed to guess, I’m sure]
lots of strut was needed, swagger, panache
all of which
she abhorred.
Off she’s gone behind lashes of woe
brought on by who knows what, or who?
Like an old oil well, she sits and waits
that is unless she blows?
Ears clamped shut blaring bloody what,
who knew?
Not pretty in pink, not petite, or polite
do you know her I do.
I love my country Nigeria,
Though marred by malaria.
I've a bouquet of sweet aria,
Blooming in my heart's rear,
Which my country must hear,
Else it flees to Rhea.
I love my country Nigeria.
It tilts like the Tower of Pisa,
But stable as the Pyramid of Giza.
Easily rocked by a soft breeze,
But stands a storm with ease.
The reason for my aria!
I love my country Nigeria,
But wish it were a nation,
Not a cluster--an appellation--
Of dunes and a stretch of savanna,
Of rocky hills and valleys of banana,
Of mashes, inter alia.
I love my country Nigeria
Not the vultures in peacock's feathers,
Or the hawks that strut in blathers,
Who shrill and shrink our coffers,
Swaggering while the nation suffers.
Soon en route to Siberia.
I will sing my aria for Nigeria,
When the dirge sounds with pomp;
And we bounce, hop and romp
At the death of our foe--corruption.
We joy in the birth of our Nation,
Brace to grow Nigeria.
I’ll live my aria for Nigeria.
No more stroll along unsure course.
Quality’s noble, mediocrity, a curse.
Beauty wafts from garlands of praise
For the legion of merits we raise.
A nation truly Nigeria!
My dream glows for Nigeria
Where heads bow to mourn a sparrow;
An infant's death, a loss to tomorrow.
People recoil from trampling an ant;
Leaders serve with honor, not flagrant,
'Cause we love Nigeria.
You see why I love Nigeria?
We cherish what God has given.
Nation's goals are purpose-driven,
So we ponder else we squander,
Aware we soon have to render,
In line with God's criteria.
© 2015
6/17/16
Typically either just
Or corrupt
The world in a state of flux
Don't be a punk
Or schmuck
Shouldn't strut
Like you are greater than King Tut
End the funk
Jump
Up
And out the rut
Until there is no slump
Must
Trust
My gut
Many a times had to put down the cup
Because i was really drunk
Had to watch my back always, and push my luck
Because you can never really stack enough
Took some puffs
Of potent stuff
And got a rush
When it was tough
Never stayed stuck
Or was one to bluff and front
The result wasn't always just
Causing a fuss
And others to feel disgust
From dawn to dusk
I remained in the cut
Very much
Out in the dust and brush
Was broke running amok
Couldn't even afford pizza hut
Nothing in the pockets but lint and fluff
Then made some bucks
And started saving for a truck
Close to the cusp
No thanks to the stunts
I kept pulling every month
Deposits of rust
Formed a layer like a crust
Mass amounts of junk
Piled up at the dump
Some foods growing with a husk
Certain animals with trunks
And tusks
Girl you plus
Me equals us
By: Dalton Ogletree
The pigeons bob their heads and strut
And pause to do some pecking.
Their throaty conversations
Interfere not with their trekking.
A sudden startle sets them
With a flutter in the air.
Ten seconds later they alight,
Unbothered by the scare.
Their iridescent necks dig deep
Into their feathers, scratching,
Perhaps to loosen bugs which likely
Might have been attaching.
The sparrow and the grackles
Let the pigeons do their thing
And neither seem to notice
When the other group takes wing.
Although they’re nicknamed “rats with wings”
(An epithet quite mean),
The pigeons certainly belong
As part of New York’s scene.
onion booty delight
i love staring at the art of it all
you may look at me as the typical male
well i cannot help myself when i stop, look and wonder....wonder, look, and stop
then i look at her
those eyes shooting daggers through me like an aggressive type of acupuncture
i try to flirt with her, but today it will not work
then i watch her walk....MY GOSH!!!!! WHAT A RUMP ROAST!!!!!
tonight i will get no sleep
my smile is IMMEDIATE!!!!!
at times i like her that way
apple booty delight
i love admiring the art of it all
you may look at me as the typical male
well i cannot help myself if i wonder, look, and stop....stop, look, and wonder
then i look at her
that head just starts shaking while she is throwing something at me at the same time
i try to laugh it off, but that look on her face is like a stop sign that is very mandatory
then i watch her strut with a bit of an extra kick....MY GOSH!!!!! WHAT A BREATHTAKING BOONKUM!!!!!
she straddles me like a scowling viewblocker
my smile is IMMEDIATE!!!!!
she puts it on me like a claim on gold when her emotions are mixed with jealous and mad
Don't pay attention to what others say or do.
Focus your thoughts on the Creator of you.
We are all one of His fingerprints, not one is the same.
Everyone's still a loser, without God in the game.
Not a soul God created is better than you.
Whatever one person has, all can have the same too!
God's word says "WE'RE ALL FEARFULLY & WONDERFULLY MADE!
So don't look at somebody and wish you two could trade.
He us each a gift, one only that we can do.
Just walk and spend time with Him and he'll reveal it to you.
Worshipping another human? God said it's a sin.
Instead open your heart to Jesus, ask Him to come in!
Be it Fame, wealth or high status, the ending is the same.
Every knee is guaranteed to bow, and every lip proclaim his name!
You might ask how one know if God exist or any of this is true.
He made Himself known to me and he'll do the same for you Trouble and pain is the path through which you'll come to know.
But we've been fooled into thinking it's the wrong way to go.
If a rug is pulled out from you, and you fall, you look up.
God get's your attention with problems, you're not having bad luck.
Life here is testing grounds to see what we believe.
Our belief and behavior will determine what we'll receive!
Right now the "Rich & Famous" strut around feeling tall.
But, the higher your ego, the greater the fall!
There is only "One Book" that truly should be read.
It explains WHO's and what we are and what happens when dead.
God did say "In this world ,we all will surely have strife!
That means people will be trouble for the rest of our life.
Arrogance is a dull thing
encased in a mirage of licentious desire
that disfigures the mind in the twilight of contemplation
impoverished by glitter
found in a world extending no further than an arm
to strut like a peacock. demanding acknowledgment
like a beggar...with open palms demanding alms
to enter the grand stage of the humble and righteous
seeking applause
dressed in the King's cloth of self-gratification
held tight by a ribbon of lies worn as a crown
on the false hair of folly
that lays in a circle around the feet of a fool
to be so self-absorbed as to be blind
to the death that lay on the ground
covered with the bloody tears of innocence
that flowed from the wells of disbelief
as they cried out...help us
arrogance looks down on the faces
finding them unworthy of time
is it arrogance or a narcissist?
the question lays on the table of those weeping for the dead
who turned their backs on the circus
having found arrogance wanting of empathy
they cursed this jester in their court
having looked into his heart...finding no soul
2/18/18
He would stand atop his soap box,
yelling his sermon to the crowd.
He’d thump his chest and strut along,
go anyplace he was allowed.
He found it hard to understand,
ignorant people in this land.
So engrossed in their own interest,
not seeing the problems at hand.
He would use social media,
or the water cooler to shout.
Opinions on the border wall,
and what climate change was about.
He’d preach his rhetoric into,
the minds of any who were near.
He would scream about gun control,
how the end of freedom was here.
But that was yesterday my friends,
I think he finally understands.
Cause today he got the X-rays,
now he prays for God's helping hand.