Look at me, I am the same as them.
Eyes like his, eyes like hers, knowing all they see.
Nose wide, skilled, same as his nose, same as her nose.
Ear perfect, hearing all which were taught, from his mouth, from her mouth.
A sharp tongue given to me from her mother, her mother and her mother...
Knowing what was said at birth, listening from the womb.
Look at my hands, same as his hands and her hands.
Same, as they touch the earth from which we come.
Mighty hands, connected to strong shoulders.
Run like the wind, knowing that it will lead you.
Jaded roads, knowing at each turn you were there.
I am significant, same as him, same as her.
I can eat like a pig,
As well as, drink like a fish.
I can piss like a racehorse,
Or even bark like a dog-.
In my youth, I could run like the wind,
And at times, sting like a bee.
Yet if I float like a butterfly,
I might be driving like ol' granny.
Now if I scream like a schoolgirl,
I might be fearful of an angry God.
But if I whine like a stubborn mule,
I could end up on the wrong end of a cattle-prod.
At times, I show the patience of a saint,
Or being impetuous as a child with new fingerpaint.
And if I continue this way and act like a child,
I'll avoid those aging pitfalls, and run in the wild.
My friend is known for a horsey type grin
Along with his whinny, he can run like the wind
Through fields of clover
Don't mind his odour
Just hold onto your schnoz and try not to wince
Sure you've heard the term, “touch and go”
The phrase “touch and run”, is safer you know
If you value your skin
Better run like the wind
An uninvited feely is frowned upon, dear soul
If you are paranoid and you see the cops give you the eye
Run like a cougar.
Run like the wind,
and do not look back.
If you are learned and you hear them coming
They may indeed be coming after you.
Do not let them get you on the ground.
If there are four of them, fight them all.
Forget being socialized
Forget being mannerly
Forget being polite
Run like your grandma is going to kick your petootie
Because if you don’t
your grandma may
have to kick your butt your petootie.
The child stared at his grandmother.
You are kidding, right?
I wish I was, she told him. I truly wish I was.
Now, you probably won't believe it
So I'm not going to say that it's true
I once met, the famous Forrest Gump
We were just running, both of us two
Beside me on a path in the woods
He said, "I am Forrest, Forrest Gump"
I asked why he was running, he said,
"No particular reason, but jump!"
I jumped over a rock on the path
When I looked up he was around a bend,
Yelling, "Life's like a box of chocolates!"
Would you believe, he can run like the wind!
I struggled to catch up to Forrest,
But gasping, fell down to my knees
Impressed I yelled, "Run Forrest Run!"
But I couldn't see Forrest for the trees!
Not real smart but he loved to run
Through the woods in a minute flat
Gone without even, "Have a nice day"
That's all I have to say about that!
With a gaze straight ahead, no sign of a blink,
Not even a flicker of care,
He sees through your doubt, your deep hidden dread,
With his blind black ominous stare,
And he’s prepared to attack, prepared for the fight,
Prepared to bring all of you down,
As he stands all alone no hidden army,
Just four feet each transfixed to the ground,
Then he gives you a chance, a small glimmer of hope,
He steps back to allow you to run,
He lets you withdraw to a far away place,
Withdraw from what you’ve begun,
So you run like the wind, escape to the trees,
To the peace in your beautiful world,
Knowing he’s defended without doing a thing,
His large herd of cows … his horde.
Oh dear what can the matter be?
you were caught in the nude for
the world to see.
You lost your clothes and can't
find them anywhere.
why did you agree to do that dare?
Now your nude and have to stay.
without clothes your having such
a bad day.
You need to find anything that you
can put on.
who will care if it looks dumb or too
long.
Run like the wind to make it home.
it may be far but your going alone.
You may hear laughter but just keep
on running.
one day your'll look back and also think
it was funny.
Sure you've heard the term, “touch and go”
The phrase “touch and run”, is safer you know
If you value your skin
Better run like the wind
An uninvited feely is frowned on, dear soul
I was born to run like the wind!
Alas, age took away my legs!
I can no longer keep a steady pace,
as I try to walk away,
my pain will not subside!
All I feel is my morning cries
as I rise it brings bleeding tears!
I’m growing weak before my eyes,
Losing control brings my worst fears.
Oh, if I could run
as I did when I was young!
Why must age destroy?
Why must pain always erase
the feel of a body strong?
9/4/16
For the Write One poetry contest
My friend is known for a horsey type grin
Along with his whinny, he can run like the wind
Through fields of clover
Don't mind his odour
Just hold onto your schnoz and try not to wince
let me slip away into sleep now
let me open my dreamers eyes in restless slumber
slip away to a dream of summer long ago
to walk the paths that only boyhood knew
to be once more the manchild beholding
all the world within my grasp
all the mysteries to be conquered
to be the hero for all the world to see
this sleeping world gives glimpses of itself as i awaken
the steps of roosevelt school
footsteps echoing on the ornate marble
laughing clear and clean
without worry or taint
let me slip away into sleep once more
let me fly among the stars
in wonderful adventure
let me run like the wind
free once more
free
I once knew a boy who could imagine
great things. He could run up a mountain,
swim the depths of the sea. He could fly
a jet fighter and then come home for tea.
As life became real his dreams were pushed
further away. Responsibility overtakes dreams
when there are bills you must pay.
I once knew a boy who could turn ice into
flame. He could imagine a world totally free
from all pain. He could visualise worlds by
gazing at stars, see God up in heaven or
meet him on Mars. He knew that the boy
would soon be a man. He accepted that
nature had its well rehearsed plan.
I once knew a boy who could swim with sharks,
live in outer space and drive the fastest of cars.
He could run like the wind, see sun shine in the
dark. He could make enemies friends, feel the
touch of the stars. He could soar like an eagle,
create spaceships with sand, harness the power
of the universe in the palm of his hand.
I once knew a boy and still see him to this day.
As I look in the mirror he stares back in his way.
Though the imagination of childhood seems to
have been buried away, I can see in his eyes it's
still there and there to stay.
Run like the wind.
On a windy Sunday.
Run like the wind.
As fast as you can.
Don't run for the silver.
It's not your favorite.
Run for the gold.
'Cause you're here to stay..
You've got the power,
and you've got the glory.
You've got the power,
to run this way..
So run like the wind.
On a windy Sunday.
Run like the wind.
On a windy day..
'Cause you've got the power,
and you've got the glory.
You've got the power,
to run this way..
So run like the wind.
On a windy Sunday.
Run like the wind.
As fast as you can..
Windy Sunday Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1988,2015..ALL rights reserved..
I looked above the other day.
I know that I am good and ready for a change.
Why can’t I catch up with life?
It’s getting ahead of me.
I run like the wind, as it chases the brownest leaves on the trees.
Where can I turn?
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