Quotes about strut, page 8
Lands Far Away
One eye is made for gathering juice from a peach,
This peach called England, and not Italy.
They roll these eyes, as if goers of lands far away
Result in boredom for themselves, like Italy and Spain.
They roll their arms and strut on their legs,
Both of them caught inside tough weight of fruit and flesh.
One other eye has contacted the Brain, as far as the lane,
And what can inspire us into dreams
As much as sleep?
The English weather has a rainy day, an answer to question,
Then given over a Sunday lunch.
They go to Italy or Spain if tired, yet resent the art of going.
Go all to the beaches of Spain, or all go away.
poem by Naveed Akram
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But...Don't You Think That's Stupid?
Unflattering and degrading comments to me made! ?
If I had not been raised prepared to receive them,
Or listen with intent to criticisms sent my way...
My strut would not have had such a focus with purpose.
Nor would I feel what I did m
Meant 'something' to get,
Enough attention to be mentioned.
'Why do you do what you do?
As if to have others believe you are a fool? '
Ssshhh.
What are you trying to do?
Ruin my reputation?
What makes you 'think'...
I am not doing the best I can,
To represent myself as one.
'But...
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If the years passed... [De-or trece anii...]
If the years passed as we are seeing,
I'd be enraptured by her strut,
Because she harbors in her being,
"I don't know how", "I don't know what".
I wonder, has she charmed me slowly
The moment we have met just now?
Although she is a woman only,
She's different though, "I don't know how".
That's why for me it doesn't matter,
If her mouth speaks or if it's shut,
Her voice is sweet when we two chatter,
Her silence is, "I don't know what".
And thus enslaved by the same wailing,
Tread the same road and gravely vow...
Among her charms these are prevailing,
"I don't know what", "I don't know how".
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Macho Men
we try to be macho men who very rarely speak
but deep inside we are weak.
weak to the feelings that we have locked up inside.
feelings that we try to hide.
we have to be macho men to the female race
moving slow with a steady pace.
our egotistical pride is how we survive.
we always dream of being that
knight in shining armour
rescuing the maiden and her honor.
but that could never be, for the knights died in history.
so we strut like a peacock with pride
raise our heads to the sky.
(hiding what we feel inside)
this is the life of a macho man.
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poem by Louis Rams
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Stone Cottages
You built your stone cottages
Without any windows,
No light for your memories
No doors for your soul;
You’ve long kept your pillages
Deep-dug in foundations
Your meadows and villages
Too far from your home.
The shadows of verities
Loom large on verandahs
To strut at the terraces,
Assault your grim walls;
But all of your sureties
Are locked in your cottages
And all your serenity
In dark, airless halls.
Your lines cross your messages
In treks round old workings,
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poem by David Lewis Paget
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Cute Little Dog Achilles
ACHILLES IS A CUTE DOG WHO IS BLACK AND GOLD,
HE LOOKS LIKE A PUPPY BUT HE'S 9 YEARS OLD!
HE IS VERY SPUNKY FOR HE HAS A LITTLE STRUT,
HE IS VERY ORIGINAL LOOKING NOT YOUR AVERAGE MUT.
HE IS HALF POMERANIAN AND LONG HAIRED CHIWAWA,
HE DOESN'T BARK MUCH OR GO "BOW WOW".
HIS OWNER LAUREN IS AFRAID OF HIM BEING OUT OF HER SIGHT,
SHE KNOWS HE MIGHT GET WHISKED AWAY DAY OR NIGHT.
PEOPLE FIND HIM ADORABLE AND GIVE HIM TREATS,
EVERYONE LOVES TO PET HIM, HE IS REALLY SWEET.
NOW IF YOU SEE HIM WITH LAUREN, STOP AND SAY "HI"
TAKE A PHOTO OF HIM FOR HE IS THE CUTEST LOOKING DOG ALIVE.
WRITTEN BY SUZAE CHEVALIER ON JANUARY 5,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Fashion Butterfly
You dress up your clothes like a butterfly,
Girl, you've got style,
As you strut your stuff on the beach,
In the office, in the car,
In nightclubs and in bars,
Where you get merry,
And kiss all the boys,
Having fun as you play them like toys,
For you sparkle like pink champayne,
And just enjoy your nights,
The nightlife keeping you up until the morning light,
The sunshine hurting your eyes,
As you slip on black sunglasses,
For today is going to be a cooker,
As you travel uptown to be a star,
And shop for all those beautiful, colourful clothes,
That leave you shining at night,
For you are a fashion butterfly,
And a beautiful sight.
poem by Paula Glynn
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Gobble Gobble 2
Yes it's me the turkey
I am male, but not a bird
Oh you bit your tongue
not saying that dirty word
Male turkeys drink beer
and yes they strut around
Females are so attracted
to their special sound
Male turkeys love football
and the females pray
Their words won't slur
their lips won't spray
The female is cooking
such a special spread
The turkey is yelling
win or be dead
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poem by Terry Mar
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Eating Dirt
To say I'm sorry never feels enough.
Accepting a gift from those I hurt.
How can I, why would I.
Do I walk away in shame.
Of face it and who I am.
I feel like a man whose leg has went lame.
No longer do I walk in a strut.
But a limp because of what I know.
People who give with past dues never being paid.
Never speaking of the pain from what has been past said.
Fearful of those who will not accept criticism.
I'm falling down the same path of antisocial behaviour.
Stay away from me because all I will do is hurt you.
A feeling I'll never forget and always regret.
But the damages done I won't make plea at a loss of dignity.
I will not eat dirt for what you feel.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Evolution
the Higher Spirit
so loves
the human race
a whole world
is created
for its evolution
the birds
they are
instruments
to tune up human's
mind and soul
and the challening
riddle to conquer sky
the crickets
they are to
share with humans
the subtleties of
romances
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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