Strut Poems - Poems about Strut

A young man would strut round the office block Thinking he was god's gift, come from fine stock But his hip wiggle Made the girls giggle If only he'd known how the staff would mock. Plainly seeking some office romances But the fool of a man spoilt his chances At an office do He was stuck like glue To the boss's wife, making...

Continue reading...

On the beach, a cute girl I passed by I decided I must catch her eye I tripped on a rock Went face down in shock And I wished I could curl up and die...

Continue reading...

Dawn rooster's crowing red and gold cock of the walk Flecked stars are fleeing. Pink sky alarms are sounding as stealthy night goes, creeping. Perched at verge of day is cock of the crystal clock. Blooms are anywhere on morning of fading moon, when rouge sun frolics with June. ...

Continue reading...

Here comes the expert at the catwalk strut His tail is swishing along with his big butt He is wearing a coat designed by Alexander McQueen Don’t make fun of his sashaying because that is so mean...

Continue reading...

Be who you regally are,it might make people faint! No need to match them,with social grease paint. Each us are so superbly crafted,just look around. Colors,hair types,body shapes,all do abound. For everyone of us,at times life can be so tough. Now that is the opportune time to strut your stuff! “Dive for your dreams,” e.e.Cummings has said. It’s time to...

Continue reading...

The chicks strutted their Easter bonnets all over the barnyard. Their mother the hen was proud; she loved every second. Their father did not claim them, they were so puffed up. Everyone had an opinion. Some good, some bad. Too confident. Too cocky. Too self-assured. These were the observations of the male chicks. Exciting! Pretty! Lovely! Marvelous! Wonderful! This was the oldest hen’s...

Continue reading...

Hey there, little Buddha, Let me join your Mistick Krewe. Got my jazz hand clapping. Gonna drop the other shoe. I strut my yo-yo yoga every doo-da day. It get me so-so-sober in a drunken way. Hey there, little Buddha, Voodoo me some déjà vu. Those saints are marching in again; Another Bourbon Street debut. Hey there, little Buddha, Save me...

Continue reading...

Three things in life last forever Faith, hope and love The greatest is love God is love He that abides in love Abides in God And God in him Success begins in our lives When the problems and hurts of others Matter to us When the wound of one Is the wound of all When the pain of others Is...

Continue reading...

feet marching to the heavens where dreams and martyrs dwell where freedom plays its fife in the rhythm of darkness chains and whips begone rituals of rope and poplar trees as well these cudgels are no longer my legacy on shoulders of the past this heir who knows how I counter could be my lot could be my hell...

Continue reading...

Come on baby, don't be shy! Let's hit that dance floor now. Yes, you and I. No inhibitions now,let the patrons stare. At my flowing,long red hair and you, ...

Continue reading...

Strut Just by the way I strut You know I haven’t walked A mile away from my hut I’ve got life But not an ounce Of hope in my heart All the days are the same Some stare me dead in the eyes But I, too Am created in the image of God Others look the other way As if...

Continue reading...

It's easy to be in kind cruelling self to denial. Harder to step up, unboxed. But why must you beg, aplogise for stuffing your ego with struts, standing up, off your knees; self supported, doing your own stuff....

Continue reading...

mountains, poetry, HAIKU Mountains show their faces In all the four directions To where you stand watch!...

Continue reading...

On Halloween night I will strut Dressed like Jabba the Hut Many sweets I will eat As it is trick or treat And double the size of my butt...

Continue reading...

they strut like a cat in front of the greedy eyes i sit watching them...

Continue reading...