En.Citatepedia^®.ro

Cleats

The way I walk these days the tips
of my soles and the edge of my heels
wear out too fast for a man with children.

So I tell Rocco, cobbler nonpareil,
'Tack on four steel cleats,
two in front, two in back'

so I can walk home between
two full shopping bags
and whatever pride I can summon.

All four blocks of concrete,
I'll keep those cleats from clicking.
Decades ago I wore cleats

as big as doubloons;
I struck them so hard sparks
flew from the sidewalk.

You bet all the girls
in high school knew
a man was walking behind them.

poem by Donal Mahoney
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Mama, Why You Put Your Cleats On?

Mama,
Why you put your cleats on?

'Gotta keep in the run, son.
This turf is getting harder than concrete.
Gotta keep a strong pace going...
Ahead of those asleep on the streets.
I'm gonna make sure we eat.
And have a place safe enough to sleep.
That's why your mama tieing up her shoes,
With the cleats!

But mama...
Why you putting that mask on your face?

'Chile...
I gotta do what mamas do,
With a constant smile,
That protects my grace.
If I did not wear a mask...
Those in my way may detect a frown.
I've worn that for too long,
For them to trace now,
My child! '

But mama...?
Explain the shoulder pads.
I don't understand that at all.

'I'm going into those heated fields...
With those accustomed to playing hardball.
They are accustomed to leave others,
In pain, sorrow and abuse.
Mama ain't gonna put up with that.
Or use that to do nothing...
To sit home with you,
Teaching it's okay to be afraid with excuses.

And I'm certainly not the one,
Who is going to be left wounded and bruised.
Mama's gonna be the one,
Right up in the meanest face.
To leave them boo hooing too!
Now give me that bat! '

But mama...
Ain't you dressed for football?

'Chile...
When you get older,
And hopefully you will.
You're gonna learn how to dress,
For any game to be played.
Now...
Hand me that helmet.
And get out of mama's way! '

Yes, ma'am!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Beautiful Game (soccer)

I love you more than my old soccer cleats,
The ones I’ll never give up.
I love you more than the perfect field,
The one I use to warm up.
I love you more than my soccer ball,
The one that’s perfect for amazing passes.
I love you more than me running along those different types of grasses.
I love you more than the cheering crowds,
The stands made out of plaster.
I love you more than that perfect kick,
That I have yet to master.
I love you more than my soccer cleats the ones that hold all reason.
I love you more than my coach, my soccer team and my season.
I love you more than winning that world cup,
That we have yet to reclaim.
I can’t believe I love you more than the beautiful game.

poem by Gab Oso
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Why Women Wear Heels?

Women wear heels, fashion dictate.
Women wear heels to imitate.
Women wear heels to feel great.
Women wear heels to look taller.
Women wear heels, feet look smaller.
Sky high heels to look sexy.
To walk on heels, one can't be lazy.
To walk on heels, a balancing act.
To walk on heels, risks the back.

poem by Philo Yan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

You Have Heard This Before

I've earned the right to be anything I wish.
To moo on a farm like a cow in heat...
Or sit as a bull watching TV,
With channels beamed from a satellite dish.

If I were to wear stiletto heels or football cleats.
None of that I choose to do,
Will be awaiting in a patientness for an approval...
From you!

And I am sure you have heard this before?
Since the reciting of this sounds too familiar.
Leaving me feeling unchallenged,
And bored.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Hard Times For An Honest Man

One man does his work
Hes not satisfied not at all
Feels like that hes being used
His self respect starts to fall
His frustration
Runnin very very high he takes it out
On the ones he loves, because its safe
And who they gonna tell
And he hates that cold-bloodedness
That runs inside
Chorus:
Oh yes
Its hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
Hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
Sister,
Shes got a lot of pride
You can see it when she walks into the room
But shes young
And shes unaware
Of what a brutal world can do to you
So she loves a man
He lies like a dog
Tears her little world all apart
So the walls go up
For the rest of her days
And there aint no man can touch this
Girls heart
Chorus:
Oh yes.
Its hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
Hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
So we walk
From the front porch to the back yard
Just to laugh and say hello and
Say goodbye
But some days are hard, like a
Soldiers steel-toed boots
And the rent we pay to stay here
Gets high
Chorus:
Oh yes.
Its hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
Hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times

song performed by by John Mellencamp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Walk To The Water

She said it wasnt cold
She left her coat at home that day
She wore canvas shoes
White canvas shoes
Around her neck
She wore a silver necklace
It was given to me by my father, she said
It was given to me
She took the back way home
Passed the lights and the summerhill
Turned left onto the north strand
And on, and towards the sea
He said he was an artist
But he really painted billboards
In large capital letters
Large capital letters
He was telling jokes
Nobody else would listen to him
I saw you that day
Your lips were cherry red
Your legs were crossed
Your arms wide open
Your hair was coloured gold
Like a field of corn
You were blown by the wind
You were blown by the wind
Walk, walk, walk...to the water
Walk with me a while
Walk, walk, walk...to the roadside
Walk me in the light
A room in the royal hotel
Sea facing views
A man with a suitcase
Full of things he doesnt need
Im looking through your window
Im walking through your doorway
Im on the outside
Let me in
Let me love you
Let me love you
Let me...
Walk, walk, walk...to the water
Walk with me...yeah
Walk, walk, walk...to the roadside
Walk with me again

song performed by by U2
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Can't Walk You Home

You're a rich girl we all know
daddy runs an airline,
mummy's eye is on the dough
and the butlers' on the bread-line
You're so bright you glide through school
brains run in the family
You've been taught the "how do you do"
and all your men are manly
I'm just a boy, not what you're used to
That is why I can't walk you home
that is why I can't walk you home
that is why I can't walk you home
that is why (Why) I can't walk you home
I don't want to run you down
I don't mind the money
but last time when you asked me round
you said I was funny
Pulling strings and pony tails
just to get to know me
The only time you'll ever fail
is when you try to own me
I'm not a toy, I'm no use to you
That is why I can't walk you home
that is why I can't walk you home
that is why I can't walk you home
that is why (Why) I can't walk you home
[Mike Solo]
I'm just a boy not what you're used to
That is why I can't walk you home
that is why I can't walk you home
that is why I can't walk you home
that is why (Why) I can't walk you home

song performed by by Level 42
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Girls have some things in Common

Girls have some things in Common

Girls will always be girls
They will always shine like pearls
girls love shopping
even though they have nothing

Make up kits and perfume
is whats inside their bag, I assume
When they walk i an aisle
they would walk in cross style

If they would have a date
I'm sure they would be late
coz they're busy painting their faces
so that their date will be perfect

GIrls in nature are talkative
but when it comes to love they're possesive
they really want to be the only one
and not to be the #1

Girls have some things in common
and I'm sure they will not summon
because I am also a girl
who felt the same

poem by hikarU sHenitsUa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Hell On High Heels

Bashful betty, such a bondage brat
Dressed in latex and coated in sewer rat
A serpents tongue calculating mind
Gets top billing for her hip shake divine
Look to the sky
No rain in sight
Better wear your rubber boys
If betty is your date tonight
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Sexy suki, little geisha girl
Given every samurai a twirl
An hiv v.i.p.
Backseat panties down around her knees
Shes got no money
Cant pay the rent
Its a sunny day now baby
Every night on her back thats spent
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels

song performed by by Motley Crue
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Where the Sidewalk Ends

where the sidewalk ends
now a nursery school stands
it slowly quietly comes alive at morn
the gentleness of a breeze as
children with their bags on their backs
walk, run into their classrooms
after the first light of morn

where the sidewalk ends
now a nursery school stands
it quietens down at the last light of dusk
the gentleness of a breeze
as children leave and go happy that they
have fulfilled mom's and dad's wishes
and learnt a few rudimentary words and grammar
their laughters and cheers as they leave
echo those in the lane of my memory
- a few young boys and girls swarming round
a mango tree shaking for its last mango
it had missed my friends and dropped right on my left eye
before plopping onto the ground with a 'bruise' on its yellowish skin
i could still hear the cheers and the question 'who will take this? '

little mary always got the fruit of our play
guess what, she also got married to the best boy of the gang
yesteryears' cheers still shore up the camaraderie
in her reunion dos for all of us
come rain or shine we woud all try to attend
but sadly we would never see the faces of all
someone, somewhere had always ended up at the
sidewalk of another lane, road

where the sidewalk ends now a
nursery school stands evoking
the wondrous time we had spent here

where the sidewalk ends
the first lesson of life begins
where smiles, cheeers and tears
come straight from the hearts
how in every reunion we tried hard
to laugh in the same way, but always
resulted with a tinge of regret we would never
be able to do it the way when we were children
it hurt us like the bruised mango that
had fallen hardhazardly on the lane of our memory

where the sidewalk ends
now stands a nursery school
where joy and laughter abound

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

I have *PRIDE* in myself

I tripped
I fell
Into a massive dirty puddle
I ran home embarressed

I accidently ripped my trousers
on the back
my pink hearted pants were showing
I ran to the toilets in shame

My bag broke and fell on the floor
All my books flew everywhere
and I had to chase them
I lowered my head in disbelieve

But still I have pride in myself

the next day I came to school smiling
I walked around the puddle
I wore shorts under my new trousers
And I got a new bag
Today was the day that I got to
walk with my head held high and a massive
grin across my face

I still have pride in myself

poem by MeganOlivia Maxwell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

New York City Serenade

Billy, hes down by the railroad tracks, sittin low in the back seat of his cadillac,
Diamond jackie, shes so intact, she falls so softly beneath him,
Jackies heels are stacked, billys got cleats on his boots,
Together theyre gonna boogaloo down broadway and come back home with the
Loot,
Its midnight in manhattan, this is no time to get cute, its a mad dogs promenade,
So walk tall, or baby dont walk at all.
Fish lady, fish lady, fish lady she baits them tenement walls,
She wont take cornerboys, aint got no money, and theyre so easy,
I said, hey baby wont you take my hand, walk me down broadway,
Im a young man and I talk real loud, yeah, baby walk real proud for you.
So shake it away, so shake away your street life, shake away your city life,
And hook up to the train, hook up to the night train, hook it up hook up to the, hook up to the train,
But I know that she wont take the train, no she wont take the train,
No she wont take the train, no she wont take the train
Shes afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down,
And when she turns this boyll be gone
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on.
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man play me your serenade
Any deeper blue and youre playin in your grave
Save your notes, dont spend em on the blues boy,
Save your notes, dont spend em on the darlin yearlin sharp boy,
Straight for the church note ringin, vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junk man, listen to your junk man,
Listen to your junk man, listen to your junk man,
Hes singin, singin, singin, singin.
All dressed up in satin, walkin past the alley.
Watch out for you junk man, watch out for your junk man,
Watch out for your junk man.

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Sidewalk Talk

Watch where you walk 'cause the sidewalks talk
And you can't keep a secret from the ground beneath you
Step very lightly on the earth below
Or before you know it everyone will know
Streets were paved with a thousand eyes
And try as you may you can't disguise
There's only two things that you can't hide from
That's you and the ground you're walking on
Chorus:
Watch where you walk, 'cause the sidewalks talk
You better watch what you do, what you do
'cause the sidewalk talk can get carried away
You better watch what you say, what you say
Think when you speak 'cause you gotta 'long the street
They can read what you say so you gotta stay away
From words that sting, words are not true
And the things you say make a fool of you
Little white lies make the sidewalk cry
And you can betray with the things you say
Words won't last when you say 'em too fast
And you've been mislead by the things you've said
(chorus)
Intermediate:
When you're living on the street
Life can be full of misery
Find a place to call your own
Make your heart into a home
You can do it, uh huh
(repeat 3 times)
You can do it
After every word there's a place that heard
Every time your shoe hits the avenue
And when you've gone they'll sing a song
Of the stories you told when you felt so bold
You better think twice when you cross the ice
Everything you do comes back to you
When you're shedding a tear sidewalks will hear
When your laughter's true they'll run with you
(chorus)
(intermediate)
You can do it, uh huh
(repeat 3 times)
You can do it
(repeat 3 times)
(chorus)
Sidewalk talk
(repeat 3 times)
Let me tell ya 'bout sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
(repeat)
Watch out for sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Let me tell ya 'bout
Let me tell ya 'bout
Let me tell ya 'bout
Let me tell ya 'bout sidewalk talk

song performed by by Madonna
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Walkaway

Theres a river of tears I need to cry.
Been holding back for years.
Theres a mountain so high I need to climb.
To wipe away the fears.
Solitude and loneliness
Have been a friend of mine.
As Im turning my back on emptiness.
I leave them all behind.
Who knows
Just where Im going.
Does tomorrow belong to me.
Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself.
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide.
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway
I could never forget how hard I tried.
When we were oh so young.
Just one tender moment I cannot find.
Well maybe I had none.
Strength will be by my side.
Although I feel afraid.
But I know its too late for this goodbye.
Theres nothing left to say.
Who knows
Just where Im going.
Does tomorrow belong to me.
Walk away this time with my head held high
Walk away just me and myself.
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide.
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway this time.
One day youll realise
That the tears you saw in my eyes.
Will be there forever.
Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself.
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide.
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway
Just walkaway
And just walkaway
(repeat to fade)

song performed by by Geri Halliwell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Walk Away

There's a river of tears i need to cry
Been holding back for years
There's a mountain so high i need to climb
To wipe away the fears
Solitude and loneliness have been a friend of mine
As i'm turning my back on emptiness
I leave them all behind

Who knows just where i'm going
Does tomorrow belong to me

[Chorus:]
Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself
Walk away with pride
Nothing left to hide
But it just feels right to be one
And just walk away

I could never forget how hard I tried
When we were oh so young
Just one tender moment I cannot find
Maybe I had none

Strength will be by my side
Although I feel afraid
But I know it's too late for this goodbye
There's nothing left to say

Who knows just where I'm going
Does tomorrow belong to me

[Chorus]

Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself
Walk away with pride
Nothing left to hide
But it just feels right to be one
And just walk away this time
One day you'll realise
That the tears you saw in my eyes
Won't be there forever

[Chorus to fade]

song performed by by Geri Halliwell from Schizophonic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Sidewalk Of Despair

If you chance to walk along
the sidewalk of despair
you will always find
a great many people there.

They are walking with heads bowed
as if in some great shame,
but they are only there
because their world is gone.

Some walk with money problems
so deep they figure they cannot get out;
others walk with heartaches
as their love has gone away.

Whatever the reason
they walk alone
unable to find an answer
along the sidewalk of despair.

16 April 2011

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Scrumptious Heat

A cooling behind benched
On a sideline seat.
Retreating from a game
That pleases...
In a drenched uniform and cleats.
With thoughts of additional strategies to play,
On this day that guarantees a win and defeat.
With an appetite to kick some ass...
Missing balls long stalled and overpassed,
And wishing to satisfy a taste with licks dripping!
Feeling incomplete...
In such a scrumptious heat!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

I Would Walk 500 Miles

When I wake up...
I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who wakes up next to you
When I go out...
I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who goes along with you
If I get drunk...
I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who gets drunk next you
And if I (?)...
I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who's (?) to you
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be that man who walk a thousand miles to fall down that should do
When I'm walking...
I know I'm going to be that man who's walking hard for you
And the money...
Cause for the work I do I'll pass every penny onto you
When I come home...
I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who comes back home to you
And if I go...
I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who going over you
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be that man to walk a thousand miles to fall down that should do
(Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Undela Undela Undela la la)
(Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Undela Undela Undela la la)
When I'm lonely...
I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who gets lonely without you
And when I'm dreaming...
I know I'm going to Dream I'm going to dream when I'm with you
When I go out...
I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who goes along with you
And when I come home...
I know I'm going to be I'm going to be that man who comes back home for you
I'm going to be that man who's coming home for you
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be that man to walk a thousand to fall down that should do
(Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Undela Undela Undela la la)
(Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Undela Undela Undela la la)
(Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Undela Undela Undela la la)
(Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Undela Undela Undela la la)
And I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be that man to walk a thousand miles to fall down that should do

song performed by by Proclaimers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Hope

they put the man
in front of the water
on a wheel chair
he could not walk
six men
with his invalid chair
may be they were next of kin
may be close friends
may be blood-friends
nearly six men
carried the man
that was not able to walk
in front of the water
in the middle of the greenery
thanks GOD
I can walk
in the pool
there wre ducks..pigeons
and under the small bridge
white rabbits
moon was budding
in spite of the shining sun
under the clouds secretly
ı t was almost evening
the last days of summer
hot and very hot
the moon was budding
hidden under the clouds
I asked everybody
to ask a wish
, ı do not know if theybut ı know you asked
from your eyes
sun was setting crimson
when serenity of the evening approached
the ducks dived into the water
I wanted to dive with them
in this cool water
the weather was hot...very hot
the man wore the greenery
in front of the water
the man who could not walk
but he was still filled with hope
smiling
even he cannot walk
he could see the others
who can walk
he wore the greenery
in front of the water
he was still smiling with hope
may be someday
he hoped he could walk
on our table
the flowers were blooming and greening
I as if being guilty
was looking at your blue..green eyes
hopeless
the distance between us
was elongating as the days passed
and our hopes
were looking for new mornings
as the setting sun
to rise up again
even the man who cannot walk
was hopeful than us

poem by Metin Sahin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Too Young To Live

Written by John Mellencamp
Well its hard to be cool when your still in High School
You got the old man jacking you around
And he tells you what to do
Gives your opinions to you
And you feel like just some kinda clown
And the old lady is bitchin
Why do you clean up all the kitchen
What time you gonna be home tonight
And you walk out the door
Cause you can't take anymore
You don't know wrong from right
As you walk by
All the young girls gonna wink their eye
You ain't playin' for pennies no no
You know that the trick is to hide
Your to young to live
But your a little to fast to die
Well you fear for you ass and run ??
Down that grass, when the crowd comes near ??
And the suicide dolls ?? can be easily bought
After a six, six pack of beer
And they talk a little loud
When their -

song performed by by John Mellencamp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!