Not Budging An Inch
Never put up with fools lightly.
Show there is an edge to that patience.
Put a foot down.
Don't put up with clowns.
And leave it there.
That foot.
Someone has to show,
Someone where to go!
And with a foot down.
Solidly placed on the ground,
The message becomes clear.
As to who is not budging an inch.
Make it clear.
These days are not for cheap wine,
And plastic roses.
A seriousness about life,
Has formally begun.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A foot soldier
When I was hurt & lost someone dear
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
When the going got tough with nothing to gear
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
when the faith felt small & doubts really bigger
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
When the sky was dark & nothing seemed near
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
when the wounds were hurting with no immediate cure
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
when the hopes were grim & nothing was clear
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
When storms came hard striking some fear
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
I fought & fought & I fought till the victory was sure
Yes, I could do it because I am a foot soldier
poem by Ameya Deshpande
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Straw Foot
I guess you didnt hear me
When I told you for the first time
Well dont you worry
It wont be the last
All I need a floorboard
An a wooden shoe
Step aside an let my lady through
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
Up an back around
See the high priest
He took my place
When the judge looks to me
He saw his sons face
Not gonna join you in
Your tower of babble, boy
Tired o that talkin
Im sick o that noise
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
Coverin ground
Im not alone
An looks can be deceivin
When we get down to it
Youre talkin when you
Should be leavin
Ive been to nebraska
It reminded me of spain
All the questions loaded
All my answers same
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hay foot, straw foot
Coverin ground
Let us not mince our words
Lets say it true this time
I need your forgiveness
Just like you need mine
Tell me how it is that
You dont want what hes given
It aint no sin son
To be forgiven
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
All over town
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Message in the wind.
I stepped on it and shook my foot,
It hung on like a fish freshly hooked.
It appeared to have feces on one edge, There was my foot stuck on its
words.
The message was hard for me to see,
My glasses are greasy being a cook you see.Who cooked that sticky stuff up? Not Dukey my Boarder Collie pup.
I couldn't bend over, The best way to recover,
From this dillema I stuck my foot into.
For age made me stiff and full of pain,
So I wandered in the rain with the message.
I imagined what it said. are you happy, sad or wed?
Are you hungry fat and fed?
Are your hormones normal, your parties formal?
Or are you just like me?
A man with some shit stuck to his foot.
His imfamy and fame stuck in some nook.
Perhaps the message carries the secret.
so bend over my friend,
And suffer the pain,
For nothing ventured is nothing gained.
I bent over and found,
A photo of a child and a puppie,
With a note to share love,
The message was clear,
chase in the wind,
What you hold dear.
The Ghost's Story
All my life long I heard the step
Of some one I would know,
Break softly in upon my days
And lightly come and go.
A foot so brisk I said must bear
A heart that's clean and clear;
If that companion blithe would come,
I should be happy here.
But though I waited long and well,
He never came at all,
I grew aweary of the void,
Even of the light foot-fall.
From loneliness to loneliness
I felt my spirit grope--
At last I knew the uttermost,
The loneliness of hope.
And just upon the border land,
Where flesh and spirit part,
I knew the secret foot-fall was
The beating of my heart.
poem by Duncan Campbell Scott
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Keep Hope and Focus Vivid
Take your left foot,
Then you move it.
Followed by a vision right.
One that remains clear and in sight.
With the right foot and clear sight taken...
Keep hope and focus vivid.
Know a life wished can be better lived.
If wanted to be flaunted.
Don't be petty and hot headed.
Feed your mind instead.
That resentment kept relentless...
Never take that to your bed.
Take your left foot,
Then you move it.
With the right foot and clear sight taken...
Keep hope and focus vivid.
That resentment kept relentless...
Never take that to your bed.
Feed peace of mind to stay instead.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Six foot three-inch horse
Ride alone on your six foot three-inch horse,
To shores where we pined to be together
In nights when trails of the mist-
Cools off that heat of the moon
Ride alone on your six foot three-inch horse,
To evening skies we’ve dreamt from the terrace
Like a jet, like an arrow, ride through the wind
Behold the air, smell my blood
Ride alone on your six foot three-inch horse,
Not once, never meant to be together
I’ll never make it without you
Those skies, those shores, foregone – forever
poem by Prakash Nair
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Left Foot, Right Foot
left foot, right foot,
left foot, right foot,
eyes fixed straight ahead....
drawn by the spectre
of our own greed;
use it up, throw it out,
use it up, throw it out....
hardened and lifeless,
eaten from within
by the maggots of ego...
deaf to the cries
of our own children,
blinded by the 'God'
of cyber technology...
strip the fields,
cut down the forests...
mine the mountains,
we pee in our own
drinking water, and
walk away....
leaving nuclear tracks
in the womb of time.
left foot, right foot,
left foot, right foot...
marching blindly to hell
with drool on our chins!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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One Foot On The Path
You say, come over baby, come talk to me
Then you drive me so crazy
I cant hardly see
If this keeps goin on
I might just leave and not come back
I got one foot in your doorway
I got one foot on the path
Well you beg me to stay
Then you order me to go
All this up and down
Is wear and tear on my soul
Im wonderin if our future
Is gonna look just like our past
I got one foot in your doorway
I got one foot on the path
Now I love you, baby
Dont get me wrong
But this heart of mine
May not be that strong
You got me on your line
Reel me in or throw me back
I got one foot in your doorway
I got on foot on the path
Youd best thing about it, baby
But dont take too long
If we cant get it right
Ill just be movin on
I cant wait forever
For us to get this thing on track
I got one foot in your doorway, baby
I got on foot on the path
song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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Dancing the invisible line
Some like to sit on fences, admire the view in safety;
some are born hurdlers; .
draw a line, and some minds shrink back;
others can’t wait to compete, first over wins…
poets, said the sage, should always
walk on the edge of madness…
ah, remember when you were a child,
walking down the path one foot within,
one foot beyond?
‘a line of poetry’…every line, a line,
one foot beyond, one foot within –
prose, verse; rhymed, unrhymed;
metered, unmetered; actual, fantasy;
elevated, jokey; personal, impersonal;
tragic, comic; a road taken, or not taken..
oh, so many lines
that others painted on the road –
dance down that road,
one foot beyond, one foot within..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Big Toe Meets Big Foot
Mysterious sightings where seen,
in California by the Evergreens.
Big Toe wanted to know,
so he invited Big Foot on his radio show.
Big Foot came in wearing a disguise,
he was in an ape suit -what a surprise!
But that’s O.K. they talked away.
Big Foot was all the rage.
Audience members did call in,
giving answers to millions of questions.
But one thing is for sure,
Big Toe’s rating went up because of this man dressed in fur.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Ineptness
Carry a big stick,
To threaten from a distance.
Send me pictures of it...
To upset me quick,
With visions I'll be hit with it!
But you'll be wrong wrong.
And I'll be long gone!
Foot power...
Zip.
I like buttered biscuits,
Baked and fresh.
Heated from the oven,
And tasting their best!
You can bring that big stick,
To threaten me with it.
But when I've eaten buttered biscuits,
I'm prepared to split.
Humming a song...
With,
Foot power...zip!
Inept.
Foot power,
Zip!
Ineptness.
Foot power zip!
Inept.
Foot power,
Zip!
Ineptness.
Foot power zip!
'What? '
Foot power zip!
'What is this? '
Foot power zip!
'What? '
Foot power zip!
'What is this? '
Foot power zip!
'What? '
Ineptness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To J.W.
Set not thy foot on graves;
Hear what wine and roses say;
The mountain chase, the summer waves,
The crowded town, thy feet may well delay.
Set not thy foot on graves;
Nor seek to unwind the shroud
Which charitable time
And nature have allowed
To wrap the errors of a sage sublime.
Set not thy foot on graves;
Care not to strip the dead
Of his sad ornament;
His myrrh, and wine, and rings,
His sheet of lead,
And trophies buried;
Go get them where he earned them when alive,
As resolutely dig or dive.
Life is too short to waste
The critic bite or cynic bark,
Quarrel, or reprimand;
'Twill soon be dark;
Up! mind thine own aim, and
God speed the mark.
poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Put My Foot Down
I will stomp my foot with a thunderous sound
As I will shout to all, I will stand my ground
I will stand by my convictions and by my belief
And this time I will not turn the other cheek.
You can harass me confront me call me any name
But my feelings towards my actions they will stay the same
You will see me passive and I wont make a sound
But when you cross that line I then will put my foot down.
I will not walk away I will stay where I am
From here I will not move I will make my stand
I will fight for my rights as any man would
And I will say that once again as I stamp down my foot.
Before any man comes to challenge my ways
To GOD in heaven I hope he will pray
As he alone my vengeance will be bound
And it will all begin, when I put my foot down.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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MR. Big Toe Meets Big Foot
Mysterious sightings where seen,
in California by the Evergreens.
Mr. Big Toe wanted to know,
so he invited Big Foot on his radio show.
Mr. Big Foot came in wearing a disguise,
he was in an ape suit -what a surprise!
But that’s O.K. they talked away.
Big Foot was all the rage.
Audience members did call in,
giving answers to millions of questions.
But one thing is for sure,
Mr. Big Toe’s rating went up because of this man dressed in fur.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 27,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Five Foot One
Yeah, I like it
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
I'm only five foot one
I got a pain in my neck
I'm looking up in the city
What the hell what the heck
I stare at the concrete
The girders eye high
The steel's above me
There's love in my eyes
And I'm doing the things
A five foot one man can do
I'm only five foot one
I got a pain in my heart
All the night I'm working
In the amusement park
With a bottle of aspirin
A sack full of jokes
I wish I could go home
With all the big folks
And I wish life could be
Swedish magazines
I wish life could be
Swedish magazines
I wish life could be
Anything
Ugh! Aie! Aie! Aie!
Ugh!
I'm only five foot one
Unless the time has come
I won't grow anymore
Anymore, anymore, anymore
'Till I'm losing my head
I'm checkin' it twice
I'm gonna find out who's naughty and nice
And I'm doing the things a five foot one man can do
I wish life could be Swedish magazines(x3)
I wish life could be
Yeah, I wish life could be
Oooooooooohhh
I wish life could be
I wish life could be Swedish magazines
I wish life could be Swedish magazines
I wish life could be
I won't grow anymore(x3)
Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
I'm only five foot one(x3)
I'm five foot one
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Walking
Take your left foot,
Bend the knee.
Move the foot forward.
Place it down.
Then do the same thing,
Wth the right foot.
'Suppose I started with my right foot?
Would that make a difference? '
Try it and see which makes you feel comfortable.
'I like this.'
Now...
Don't be frightened.
But next week,
'We' are going to attempt to do this...
From a standing position.
One moment.
Do you have a question.
~Yes.
Is it possible you can slow down a little.
I am taking notes and you are going too fast.~
No problem.
'What are you calling this? '
~Right.
What is this called? ~
Walking.
~Do you mind spelling that? ~
W-a-l-k-i-n-g.
Walking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone Wants To Show Me Some Magic
Remember when you stood on my foot,
With an expectation to hear me scream?
And I gave you a look,
As if you were the fool!
Because I knew immediately,
You had no idea...
That I was not only the train engineer,
And it's conductor.
But I also cooked the meals...
And entertained.
When you saw me taking out the garbage...
I was making sure the train,
Maintained its comfort...
For those passengers I guaranteed,
The time of their lives they would believe.
Do you remember doing that to me?
I hope so!
Because just like those times gone before?
On 'my' train...
You are still not welcomed aboard.
~Hey,
Wassup? ~
Nothing much.
Go grab a seat.
I'll be in to treat you...
As soon as I make myself clear,
To a wannabee.
~You need my ticket? ~
How many times have you ridden with me for free?
As for you?
You can get off my foot now.
Maybe you will get re-imbursed...
For a trip you didn't take.
Oh...
And,
Give me a moment.
I'll be there shortly...
I need to see what it is you do to convince.
Good luck!
~Hey,
Wassup? ~
Doing great.
We may be a little late.
Someone wants to show me some magic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The arrowed face
Nowhere to put the medals I've got
Withered mornings flying under my foot-left foot
Elimination of intentional space
Elimination of intentional time
A show-case of blown faces
Cheppal Bite
Bite the foot
Cheppal...
The cheppal
Was not bad...
It was very
Beauty...
Ugly road
Darty street
The cheppal
Was walking
To me...
Size also
Fit for my foot...
What was the
Probleam to the
Cheppal bite? ? ? ?
The cheppal
Was new...
So he was bite
To my foot...
After few weeks
Gone...
The cheppal
Was come to
Comfortable
On my foot
Too friend ship...
Bited injury was
Free foronly exprince...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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There Are No Victims
We incarnate with agreements made
we would meet our old friends or foes once again.
This time to set the record straight
to learn how to forgive, love and not hate.
Not knowing what happened in our past life
we meet our foes and carry the pain more than twice.
We have all been killers and other names in the book
we came here to clear our karmic debt and have another look.
We can now transcend karma and create without pain
we can be one with the creator and not have to be insane.
For we can have one foot in heaven and the other foot on the ground
we can now be in control consciously which is the new game in town.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 22,2012
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