Surefooted men work hard on the roof.
Their job: to make sure it's all leak-proof.
But in the heat, they're baking
and the work is back-breaking.
Of their travails I'll not be aloof.
Sunrise over high rock.
Granit faced, a cliff edge
slides into the light.
Shadowy mountain sheep leap
landing surefooted
upon green tufted clouds.
Sunrise over high rock.
Granit faced, a cliff edge
slides into the light.
Shadowy mountain sheep leap
landing surefooted
upon green tufted clouds.
PEP squad
Hello, let's cheer for the ones to hear
the gladness of our souls
The voices of the ones who speak
surefooted, strong and bold
The PEP Squad shares enlightended ways
together they bring gladder days
But many wish to keep them down
Crowd them with disdain so loud
Owens, west and wiley know and
Tatum, Scott and Owens glow
with light and grace that can't be drowned
by wicked souls and misery frowns.
The PEP squad shines and brings us hope
Denouncing those known misanthropes
This the land of free and of brave
the PEP quad needs spportive way
For though they do not ever cave
this country is slammed with depraved
Let's cheer them on as they speak and try
PEP quad, PEP Squad detoxify
the nation and the world from strife
Caused by those of of malicious life
Many, many more names I know
who are truly PEP but for space I showed
only a few of the proud people to know
that without them we will NEVER grow
to be as we are enshrined to be
with blessings and tranquility
When western winds in my ear sing
The memories of rivers bring
A horseman
Cut of rough land and bronze timber
Surefooted walk, lean and limber
Horsepower
I fumbled where he was at ease
Our hands would touch in flirty tease
Of horseplay
Through golden grass, me and my guy
Galloping free to chase the sky
On horseback
Now, in my city life, I keep
Over my bed, to grace my sleep
One horseshoe.
5/09/20
For "Compounding the Verse" contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Winds blow, soft, insistent
knotting my hair, tugging my clothes
begging me to run, swift
and surefooted as the antelope.
Rain falls, tumbling down the
hillside, filling the creek
until its swollen currents roar
by, banks overflowing.
Feet pound the earth, blindly
seeking solid footing, pushing
past the pain, pressing on
until the body is worn.
Scents of sage, wet earth,
and stone fill my lungs
as my chest heaves, smelling
of things both old and new.
Wind blows, rain falls,
water roars, heart pounds;
amid the voices of nature,
my mind is at peace.
My father, Joseph
my hero
was a chief
in the Navy ship
A veteran of World War Two
a mentor
though the years, surefooted
a guide
served 2 terms
got out ended up in Omaha
in a moment of loss
in a storm
found a woman named Annie Bell
proposed marriage till death did they part
you are the one,
my father, Joseph
you had some sons
of which I am one
I thank you, dad, for all you've done
I thank you for being faithful to mom
I thank you, dad, for showing me
how to save money
you were self-employed for 20 years
I saw in you a strong, loud little man
Only had tears in your eyes that I saw twice
When your mother died, when your wife died, mom
Miss you now that you're gone
Been 33 years since your death, in my prays I say
Happy Father's Day!
If I walk a path with you
I will be surefooted
And I will leave footprints
So that we may know
How far we’ve come
And remember where we’ve been
And as I walk a path with you
I will steady your direction
I will secure the road
And I will keep you safe
Till we complete our journey
And together, we find our lives
EVENING
Evening falls and wings are folded
Darkness clothes the weary sky
Birdsong awaits the daybreak
And rest descends on all
The battering hammer of the smithy
The barking blade of the lumberyard
Have led their surefooted dance
Of sparks and spelks in ugly reel
Silent, and uncertain now, the night creeps
Chilling the ardent blade and ember.
Distant dawn intones a dirge to the far
Tumbling circles cold around each remote star
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This Satanophobia makes me fear more
A jobless framework like a rust armour
From the arsenal of an old strong warlord
Surefooted to cut down a long strong rod.
Its an aframomum melegueta
Which its pungency hurts than a cutter.
Idleness; a caustic abstract worker
Bow in the hand of evil chief archer.
Seest thou an idle man; devil's abode
Activates arch injurious spirit mode
There, every evil venture was acted
To destroy good works that was created.
The master of mischievousness is good
At making an unused hand as his food.
He puts evil on an engage-less man
Like ao dai on vietnamese woman.
Ye idles away like a falling leaf
While others toil to earn a coin for beef
And ye rip off them of their hard labour.
An idle man, a devilish harbour.
No matter how deep the sadness or wide the pain,
I vow to live for a brighter day will come again.
No matter how many mistakes I’ve made in the past,
I vow to live and in the future avoid them, surefooted and fast.
No matter how many tragedies beyond my control take place,
I vow to live and stay my course within this race.
No matter how poor or rich I may ever be,
I vow to live and aspire to search for the dignity in simplicity.
No matter how much a lover may pierce the inner core of my heart,
I vow to live for like spring I’ll get a new start.
No matter how isolated and alone I may feel,
I vow to live and do something for someone else to heal.
No matter how hopeless my situation my appear,
I vow to live and reflect until my viewpoint is clear.
No matter what happens in this life – good or bad
I vow to live, do my best, and just for living – be glad.
Hide,
Scorched like gauze
Moving slowely and surefooted
A path no longer blazed yet
Bridges behind still burn
An opening,
A thousand eyes turn to stare
Fruitless in its search,
Faces no longer there
Disgruntled and aged
Grown shorter in its decline
The Dinosaur walks out of the
forest,
Onto the edge of time.
Silent Fit of Rage
In a silent fit of rage, she sat still and soundless
Evaluating each of her decisions and all that surrounds it
Not a bit shaken or even surprised, to say the least
She is all too familiar with betrayal and the scars it can leave
She is a decorated warrior, no stranger to the battlefield
She’s mended many wounds and been to great lengths to have them healed
So once again on the threshold of new opposition
She finds herself in a dilemma, just how should she handle this situation
Her paths are copious, littered with an assortment of direction
Surefooted she is not, she needs guidance and protection
She goes to her Captain, her Commander in Chief, in prayer
When she is looking for sound advice, she knows she’ll find it there
Awells-2012
Surefooted, sure fisted,razor tough
If I should fight that war again
I would want one for the going rough
Like yourself,
Fair and fractured
When the friendship slough
No claim to be a paragon of anything
Just an average man in your own eyes
While I hoisted you like a kite
Above naseberry trees and bush
Above the gormandizing sea
Above the Compound's red mud
Carrying the archeological memory
Of man's life like a sud
A mere consequence of a theory's lie
It was your mating urge that first
Lured you into the systems net
Thereafter your life became troubled
Wandering around the wilderness of regret
Framed like a pirate's ghost
Stereotyped and labeled
I still do not think you guilty of their crime
Your demonization came before your destruction
And when you died
I cried and cried at such a useless end
My fearless friend would never be at my back again
But tears will water pain, and still brings nothing back.
The core of me intently listens
to that which, in your absence, I merely
imagined having heard;
Once again, I speak eloquently
of that which, when you were away, I only
mumbled to myself;
And, surefooted, I pick my way in the dark
where, without you, I tumbled and fell.
Thank you.
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