Four Wheels
I saw a stranger in a wheelchair.
At the gym shooting hoops by herself.
The courage to keep on going.
No care toward what someone else would be saying.
In a big room all to yourself.
Enjoying life, with no one else.
When was the last time you helped out a stranger?
New memories they would be thankful for.
It’s better to give than to receive.
On four wheels, she was being the best she could be.
Do you ever take time out to wonder?
How can the brave move forward?
Just doing her own thing.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
Someone like them inspires me.
Keep on going to the finish line you see.
Don’t take anything for granted.
The wheels spin in so many directions.
Maybe I’m just observant.
Seeing someone trying on their own.
No excuses for me not to go to the gym.
All the hard work will pay off to be slim.
Just put your foot in the door.
Work your heart out and drop to the floor.
I didn’t even know her name.
If I skipped a day, I have no one else to blame.
The one that shot hoops gave her all.
I guess her favorite sport would be basketball.
Loneliness is never funny
And one can't buy love with money
When lost in despair
Along comes an hare
With eggs he claims eased her bunny
Dismiss me so gently like swishing chiffon
To dream like a phoenix, time to drone on
But dead like a doormat,unable to pain
Pillar of salt , summoned by the urgent sea
There to be drowned but for the buoyancy
Pavemented path of ceaseless regret
Appartion goes past I try to forget
Oh that was us, why is this what we do?
We smash our beliefs so deliberately
Hopes doleful travellers, loves amputees
Tore out the page yet swore to be true
Promises made with a foot in the door
Eavesdrop a thought ,oh God I miss you
Are the mother’s cries less bleak,
In a language we don’t speak?
Why does the pain not translate?
When we speak of love but do in hate
Is it their freedom we are fighting for?
It seems to be a foot in the door
We make them pay for our small toil
And steal and pillage all their oil
We say we have a better life
But all our green and silver is built on red
We ignore and disregard the natives’ strife
And pretend to care when they pile their dead
But we do not care and we never will,
So the lives of millions must pay our gas bill.
The raw innocence of a first job interview
I'm sitting at a McDonald's
writing a poem. I save it.
My interest is piqued,
at a young lad interviewing
for his first job, presumably.
At first I see him dressed in shorts,
plain white t-shirt, and
slippers, and I then think of his
mistaken attire. He kept twitching his
nervous knees as the manager
looked over his application.
The raw innocence. There's
an exchange of dialogue. But then
I could see that the interview
turned into an orientation,
even laughter at times. So I
knew the young lad had his
foot in the door. Great. During
this time a smiling women catches
my eye. She's probably thinking
why I'm watching so intently at the
interview. She keeps looking
over at the interview, too.
I didn't put two and two together
until later. The raw innocence
of a mother looking on as her
cub leaves the lair.
connie pachecho
1/26/17
Nigel is Britain’s most successful boccia player,
Having won eight major titles at the Worlds, Paras,
And so spoke out when Rio’s organisers, clever,
Refused to televise boccia’s intriguing blethers.
He says that boccia sports people need to get,
“our foot in the door” of live television coverage:
“I was disappointed in London [that] we didn’t get,
the media attention other sports did,” sacrilege,
which is frustrating because we [do] really want to,
showcase our sport. It’s very easy for me to say
boccia is fantastic. It’s brilliant, but unless [you know],
other people can get access to it, [okay, make way],
through the media, the wider audience are not,
going to get to know about boccia [sport straight].”
He refuses to retire so that he can get and pot,
“more publicity for the athletes in future.” Wait.
Born on 22nd May 1964 he’s an experienced man,
And won in Sydney 2000 a gold for the individual,
In Portugal 2002 two golds, Brazil 2006 he did can,
A bronze, then gold, silver in Beijing, he did angle.
I changed my heart, and mind, there's nothing you can say,
I've filtered through the jokes and insults, it's the enemy's game,
You've pounded on the door ignorantly, but you see, I have the keys,
And nothing can come into the room, unless I allow it to be,
I can hear you from the other side, throwing indirect remarks,
Did you think that if you tried to affect me, I would let you in my heart?,
When you switch up, which you have, I've got my foot In the door,
But the minute you start harrassing me, I shut it again once more,
Until you can get it through your head, that's not the way to love,
Don't expect me too much from me, because I've tried and it was never enough,
Unsatisfied with yourself, this back n forth game you play,
This has nothing to do with me, if you don't love me than walk away.
CHASING FOOTPRINTS
Some feet are bigger than others
none bigger than those
left by your brothers -
that you tried to fill.
The foot that Dad
would put “right up ‘ur ****”
and the one Mom said
you must put forward.
The meter and feet
we poetically treat
in attempt to conform
to rhythm and beat.
One foot we must
“take out of our mouth”,
while trying to get
“one foot in the door”.
Footprints that litter
the sands of our mind
that cannot be followed
by looking behind.
The foot of the stairs
the foot of the bed
the footsteps of night
the footsteps of dread.
Huge footprints of carbon
Al Gore and his ilk
charging the cows
for the grass to make milk.
One foot on the gas
One foot on the brake
one looking to give
one looking to take.
So don’t judge the size
or the depth of the root
nor measure the soul
by the size of the boot.
John G. Lawless
submitted to – BIGFOOT (A Poet Destroyer contest)
Something Greater
She took one step forward, then one step back.
She went way off track.
She lost sight of the goal.
Misplaced her very own role.
When push came to shove,
and hate emerged from love,
She chose to rise above.
She chose honor over shame.
Life would never be the same.
One day at a time became an arduous mountain climb.
Nothing was clear.
The illusion began to disappear.
However, hope had its foot in the door.
Hope lifted her off the floor.
Gave her something more.
Torn.
Forlorn.
That was no way to live.
She had something greater to give.
She figured out what life is about.
Nothing easy.
Nothing nice.
Play it once.
Play it twice.
Search yourself and get it right.
Man should feel very bless
in having Teachers around that care
for the learning process
is an on going procedure
or it should be, for Life to progress,
For if any man thinks he knows it all
then think again, as such
for how then did they get to know so much
in so little a time
or did they?
So thank your lucky stars
to have peoples around that can teach
for Teachers are very special indeed
and even Teachers know
that the learning process never stops
It's only people who stops the learning way
when they think they know it all
and when ignorance put his foot in the door
and bemoans his lot and cries
he should have listened and learnt
learn't a lot more when the Teachers were around
but it's never to late
there are Teachers out there
just waiting for you to attend the class
for the learning process never ends
no, not even in death, not even then.
Prayer to Carry Me
Lord, help me to exfoliate
From the skins within sin
Rid me of my sins
And give them to the dead sea
Without you, I’m not the same me
I’m someone different, but not so “originique”
I gotta be “originique”,
Cause that’s how you created me
If I stray away, I’m just insane
And the thought of losing my sanity
Is enough to make the world go crazy.
Trust and believe, it’s not what they want to see
Lord, you know it gets ugly
So I ask you to protect me
To guide me and lead me in the right direction
So when I step foot in the door
There’s never an objection
And you’re my only obsession
I’ll never have to “want” for anything
As long as you’re surrounding me
So I’ll walk in your footsteps
As you carry me through these rocky mountains
And cool-calming seas
By: Aleasha A. Martin
Ever since I was a little kid,
I have always wanted to do more then my parents did.
After my mom split and left town
My dad was never around.
I promised my self life would not be like this anymore.
With the fighting and slamming of the doors.
I decided to go back to school once more,
For this is what I thought would help me get my foot in the door.
Now that I have only 24 credits more to get,
I will have my bachelors degree yet.
It has been a long hard struggle for me,
ever since my parents abandon me
But the one thing I have learned all these years later
is that life will never be the same as it once was.
I'm all grown up with a family of my own,
And I know my kids will always want to come home.
Now for once I have the family I've always wanted
Ever since I was that little girl trying to stand on her own two feet..
"When" contest--- Paula Swanson
“America” a poem
America……….
America……….
The Beautiful
The Home of the Brave
Who’s going to help you, After all you do?
Who’s going to lead, When all you see is the greed?
We put our foot in the door; one more time than before but we forget the needs that we have right here,
The ones we say we hold so dear
America……….
America……….
We’re lovin Haiti but we’re killin in places like Kuwaiti!!
With all the kill'in we are makin, no wonder they are hat'in
What’s up with Iraq, Will our soldiers ever be able to come back?
We kill our men a time and again
Our country has no money, somethings sure feeling funny
We leave our people behind; The ones who are free but we’re sure not kind
We need to steer, what we hold so dear
The money we spend
The blood we shed
What about our poor and the sick that endure?
We’re out of work
Can’t pay our bills
Got no health care and our media keeps us scared
America……open your eyes………take care of your own
It’s sure not fair, when we’re all right here
We’re all right here
We’re all right here
America, take a look right here
When my heart is caving in and I feel all alone,
I wake up in the morning so far away from home.
When my soul is crying out and I feel like I'm lost,
I'll hold my head up proud so I will pay the cost.
So life won't pass me by, I'll live while I can.
Make the best of days gone by, wish I could hold in my hands,
my magnolias crying in the rain.
Wish I could catch the drops that fall.
Instead I remain so far away from home.
When I'm crying out for life,
I'll hold my dreams I have in store.
Even though it seems I can't get my foot in the door.
And though I'll pay the price,
because I've sacrificed.
Soon I'll return again one day,
under Louisiana blue sky,
just so I could hold my,
magnolias crying in the rain.
Wish I could catch the drops that fall,
but instead I remain far away from home.
You gave me your hand to hold.
You kept me warm when I was cold.
So when my dreams unfold,
I'll be back to hold,
my magnolias crying in the rain,
so I can catch the drops that fall,
and no longer remain,
so far away from home.
As i sit on an office chair, feeling confined
i feel i gotta take life one day at a time
lining up for the rat race
but yet i fell that i haven't been born
yet still all the other cats chase
while I'm just trying to get my foot in the door
I'm trying to get up that ladder, but i got both feet tied
I'm trying to make people happier, so Ive become accustomed to lies
of course i, would love to use my foresight and make a means to the end
but I'm forced by, my short sight, to make the same mistakes again
now i toss and turn
lying in my bed feeling confined
dreaming for what i yearn,
hoping i can start again one day at a time
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