"usain" poems
Dear Nike,
No better felling then when I get that new shoe smell
Fresher than a spring breeze
Like a wizard making a new spell
I reach out and grab my Nikes
Pull them on my feet
They are
Comfy as a the softest cloud
Smooth as the purest silk
Magnificent as a majestic eagle spreading its wings to fly off into a deep red sunset
They make me feel relaxed as sitting in the shade on a warm summer day
When I wear you
I feel as strong as the Rock lifting a thousand pounds
faster than Usain Bolt shattering a world record and hearing fans cream his name
All the pressure off
It's just my Nikes and I
I'm a blur with my nikes
Fast as a cheetah sprinting after a desperately bounding antelope
Can't even see me
People try to keep up
All they do is trip up
When they glance up from the cold hard ground thick mud covering their face
All they see are my beautiful piercing green Nikes
Running down the court
Legs pumping
Muscles flexing
So much sweat pouring off my face its like a raging river
I taste the sourness of salt in my mouth
Next thing you know
It's all over
The buzzer roars
Everyones jumps on their feet
All eyes locked on the ball flying through the air
Fans screaming like angry banshees so loud it could make you deaf
Swoosh
And it's all over
There's a reason Nike means victory
It's because no one can even compete
Before the battle is started they've already been beat
People who don't wear them
Just haven't realized
that the shoes they wear are inferior
Do their shoes give them the power to jump one thousand feet
Sprint at the speed of light
Make exery shot they take
No
On the torn up field
On the scuffed up court
It doesn't matter
When I wear my Nikes
They make me fly
Around the world
Through white wispy clouds surrounded by beautiful baby blue sky
Across the endless oceans full of green and turquoise churning water and silver jumping fish
Through fields full of long dark green grass
Feeling the wind blow through my face like an angry hurricane
Its like I'm in the flashing streets Hong kong
Nike shoe game is just too strong
Love, Zach
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
What if they had a War and nobody came !
my sentiment all along
Actions so transparent and telegraphed a mile long
absurd anchoring, even more absurd triggering
so absurd as to be meaningless
the hotchpotch logic of simpletons on acid
The banal manifestations of the anodyne retards with advanced hysteria
Think unruly kids on Colombian marching powder
think advanced psychosis with total stage ten delusions
Watch mass hysteria contagion
Logic was never there, rationality bolted beating Usain Bolt
Inveterate liars and fantasists now control maddened throngs
Oh dear! they decided I am madly in love with acquaintance
neither I or poor acquaintance know this
But let not the truth get in the way of a soap opera by the insanes
After All meaningless triggers and Delusionary prompts
keep the sheeples busy in People's Power utopia
They are all having a war, nobody has told me about it
I don't understand their language yet they are very eloquent
Deep in their imagined Neuro-linguistic Programming or mental pygmies playing Pavlov Dog theory of the semi-illiterates
I just realized why cancer is prevalent amongst them
They carry so much poison and emotional ******* in their beings
It pollutes and eat away at them internally, they get cancer!
Never have been interested in little minds and liars and thieves
Have little time for dumb people, the toxics and the sheeples
What makes cretins think I take anything of theirs to mind
what can I learn or gain from contemptibles
I don't feel inferior so why would I want to learn
how to slander and defame others to bring them down
'Slander is the GREAT LEVELLER voiced one of them
poor inadequate soul, poor pathetic degenerate
I look twenty years younger than my years, no wrinkles
Just slightly greying, mind as sharp as razor
Because I don't carry acidic ******* hate or foul nonsense
in my head,
Because my mind is full of worthy knowledge
because I am not an ignoramus with attitude
because I am not a shameless coward or an empty headed nonentity
Because I am not amongst the madding crowd
I am not an insignificant pointless HATER with cancer in waiting!
I am NOT a SHAMELESS RACIST white THIEF discrediting the
Victim I STOLE from
OR
an OBNOXIOUS gang of SOCIALIST crazed subhumans cancerized
by jealousy and envy
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
Poverty is a curse
A plague to be avoided
Work smart, lest you be poor
You too can cross the line
That very thin line
That separates the poor and the rich
Just take steps of faith
And be intentional
Poverty robs you of your ego
Makes you less of a human
But are people really poor
I guess not, just lazy I think
If you can get your hand *****
You will never lack what to eat
Run from poverty, faster than Usain Bolt
Do nothing and poverty looms
I just hate the coffee called poverty
How can I rent my wife to tourists?
Who does this for Pete's sake
This must be a spell
Is it a marriage with benefits?
Please help me ask these East Africans
How do you rent your wife to tourists?
That women have local and foreign husband!
Do we need to be re-colonised?
Again I say "Tufiakwa"
I don't care your tribe or race
Poverty is a universal plague
And winning starts with the right attitude
If truly you can think enough
That which you have, is just enough
Together, let's kick out poverty
It begins with you...
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 5:38 AM UTC
Okay The Vibe To Write...
Is Now A Part of My Life...
It’s Just A BEAUTIFUL Thing... !!!
When I Start To Think...
And Start Writing Lyrics...
That QUICKLY Sink...
Into Papers Where Ink...
... Display Wordplay...
That Comes From My Brain...
It’s A Vibe That Invites...
..... REALITY Lines.....
RATHER Than THOSE...
Where Lines of WHITE...
Create Mental DOPES...
Who Embrace That Coc’... !!!
Or Yes... *******
That They’re QUICK To CLAIM...
Helps To Keep Them STRAIGHT... ?!?
The Vibe When I Write...
INFLAMES MY BRAIN... !!!
With Things To Say...
About The World Today...
From GREATS Like USAIN... !!!
To Things LESS HUMANE...
That Are NOT So Great... !!!
You Know What I’m Saying... ?
Or..... DO YOU..... ?!?
Cos’ The Vibe When I Write...
Is... NOT For Fools... !!!
Who DON’T Use Their Brain Tool...
So..... Is That YOU... ?!?
One Who’s Confused...
When It Comes To What’s TRUE...
Cos’ The Vibe When I Write...
REJECTS Those In DENIAL...
It’s A Style That Profiles...
A Great Deal MORE...
Than... Peoples’ Green Miles... !!!
It Relates To Flicks...
That EXPOSE How We Live...
But Also Deals...
In Things MORE REAL... !!!
Than Things That Are Filmed...
On... 8 Millimetre Reels... !!!
Because Words I Write...
Do Not Promote Lies... !!!
Or... FALLACIES...
The Vibe When I Write...
Is..... REALITY........
So ISN'T Written To Deceive...
Or Make People... ANGRY... !!!
... It Is What It IS....
So... If The Cap Fits...
You’d Better Deal With It... !!!
You See The Vibe When I Write...
ISN'T MOULDED To PLEASE...
Because THAT ISN’T Poetry To Me... !!!
It’s About Being REAL...
And Relating What You See...
In Ways That Display...
TRUTH And HONESTY... !!!
And Reflections On Life...
All It’s Lows And HIGHS... !!!!
And Those Last Lines...
Are The Things That DEFINE...
Why... Whether Day Or Night...
I Continually Find That My Mind’s Eye...
QUICKLY Provides A Mind Like Mine...
With...
... “ The Vibe To Write “...
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
Usain Bolt, like a thunder bolt,
Darted towards his final halt
With all his might combined
Pushing his opponents behind
Making the world wonder if Bolt - a colt
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
Light this up real quick lighter
****** hear Sage and they go insane
Who's to blame
Lonely soul just a name you can't detain this brain
Scandalous
Triple six what the **** is sane?
Seeing kittens without the ******* haze
Stroke game long and fast that's Usain
Can't hear you over your girls moans, what the **** you saying?
Super lubin
Leaving all you spoofs
Stupid ****** leave me drooling on the stool
So above to even fall for these hoes cause they come and go like my sadness that makes me feel like a ghost
Too legit to even roast on my foes
Thoughts of overdose
But I can't die cause I am the Goat
Dismiss the dope
Very cynical
Self heal without the clinical
I've been there
I wish it was that easy but it was too difficult
Get it from the back and yo girl in fear
Always teased for being weird
Changing routes like I'm swerving the steer
Off some xanax and all the *** isn't pleasing my emotion to disappear into what's really real
That's death and thats what make you ****** squeal
Ruthless, heart of steel
All I see is snakes when I walk the halls
Down to ball
Never for a ***** money and nothing else
Helps me dwell
Living well trapped in this mental cell
214 ***** where I learned to be myself
Live to excel and to focus on my wealth
Dumb ****** live to flaunt what they cant even cop
Your girl pop lock and drop on this 7inch ****
Dumb ****** get socked up in this world like if their throats clogged
****** sour lime
These acts so undefined
Yo girl kinda fine my girl a ******* dime
The truth I'll help you find
In time we'll be divine and our hearts won't divide
I swear these ******* flinch when I leave em cause the sticky getting to the *******
Up on a podium on some potent
I told myself I'd quit cause I'm just a student
Bish yo man got them moobies
Bish I'm on yo girls mental movies
Bish we smokin some doubies
Bish we making moves
Bish keep up with the groove
Bish yo girl got them cooties
Bish you acting pretty goofy
***** not into materialism but this **** is Gucci
Bish we trip on some lucy
Takes me a minute to make yo girl juicy
Nosey ****** boogie
Bish I'm genius but I'm still pretty gloomy
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
Did you see that Usain Bolt
The surname sure fits there
Yeah, not bad thinks Dusty dog
But can he catch a hare?
That long jump champ, well done mate
You're better than the rest
But any Ozzie joey
Would hardly be impressed
Those divers, back flips in the water
Splashing two by two
Any dolphin anywhere
Could make you look like fools
So it is with everything
Try as hard we might
Mind, I've not seen anything
Go quite as quick by bike
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
I mourn for me
because mourning is all I feel.
I mourn the souls forgone
lost brethren denied the dawn of a new day
I mourn the aborted children
lights of the world shinning
only in the beyond.
I mourn for the breast that never gave suckle
to a child
and the child that never ****** breast.
I mourn for broken homes
The genesis of a rotten society.
I mourn for children and graduates
on the streets chasing vehicles
and turning to our own Usain Bolt.
I mourn youths basking
in the decadence of morality.
I mourn the ideology
that everyone MUST go to school.
Creativity lies dead
and a certificate is the only aim in our head.
I mourn because of what I see on TV
Vixens displaying **** bodies like CV
I mourn for my sisters, aunties cousins nieces;
Victims of domestic violence.
I mourn because they agonize in silence
I mourn for inmates in cells,
Cells worse than hell;
I mourn for those innocent crimes
those locked up for a little fine.
I mourn for creative minds
discouraged by the webbed hands of piracy.
I mourn for the Fallen Giant, NIGERIA,
chained hands and feet,
Master of corruption
and slaves of procrastination.
I mourn the incessant fuel scarcity,
half baked graduates
from the substandard oven
of our varsities.
I mourn 'cause we have lost the way.
These are what I mourn for,
I mourn for this and more..........
when will yonder future
glue back dreams with suture?
shattered dreams is what I mourn for
being amidst sorrows that hollow our fellow.
I mourn for war victims
in Gaza, Syria and Nigeria
that wakes not with joy.
look at that girl and boy
their bloods spilled on our soil.
I mourn for you, my queen and Roy.
with piety I pray thee sweet eternity.
I mourn for forgotten souls
What does yonder holds for us?
I mourn lost heroes;
those that sleeps with saddened pillows.
I mourn
I mourn,
how many wake
to see the dawn?
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
How can a such a beautiful thing
Can harm so much
Its red flames are so high
that it reaches the clouds
It spreads so fast in such a little time
that reminds me of Usain Bold
Beauty reminds me of my hometown from far
BUT
The ruins reminds me of a city been bombed
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
There's tons of gorgeous girls
And man they need to stop being so harsh on themselves
Too many men would **** and pillage to be with them
A little exaggeration
But you get the implication
I only have seen one woman
So vivaciously
For an elongated period of time
In my life so far
My heart has no soot or tar
Just my thoughts
But when i see her
They vanish quicker than Usain Bolt
Her presence makes me jolt
She's the hottest woman i have ever seen
And i mean that in the most respectful way possible
My heart has never felt warmer
But my insecurities take me over
I used to be an Argentina that's now an Antarctica
Am i good enough to be with her?
I need to conduct some studies
But i have no money
So I'm kind of in a hard place
She's a wall i can't get over
And secretly i don't want to.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Now It’s CLEAR That I Am ... " GIFTED " ...
When It Comes To Writing Lyrics ... !!!
Articulated Scriptures ...
That Paint Descriptive Pictures ...
of How It Is We’re Living ...
Ism After ... ISM ...
Corruption and Division ...
That’s Bred By Politicians ...
EVEN ON A Day Like THIS ...
December ... 25th ...
I’m STILL Presenting Gifts ...
Through Written Scripts Like THIS ... !!!
That QUICKLY FLIP ...
DIFFERENT Subjects ... !!!
From Politics To Those Whose Gifts ...
Gave Out Some ... SERIOUS LIKS’ ... !!!!!!
Just Like The GREAT ... “ King Viv “ ... !!!
A Cricketer ... SO GIFTED ... !!!
When It Came To Playing Cricket ...
And PROTECTING ... His Wicket ...
That Bowlers RARELY Hit It ... !!!!!!!!
While Others Like ... USAIN ...
Had Gifts That Made Them Train ...
In Ways That Gained ... " Olympic Fame " ... !!!
TOO Many IN FACT ... For This Poem To Name ... !!!
So Let’s Move On ...
To Gifts That Belong ...
In ... OTHER Realms ...
Like ****** Gifts ...
YES ... BIG OL’ Well ...
You Know What It Is ... Or ... Do You ... ?!?
Do You Know What It Is To Be The One Who GIVES ...
MULTIPLE ... ******** Rides ... !!!?!!!
Well I’m ... One of THOSE GUYS ... !!!!!
My Ex and I ... ENJOYED Those Nights ....
Where She Would Be Riding Just Like ...
Those Guys With Gifts To Ride Motorbikes ...
In Ways That THRILLED When She Got FILLED ...
With MUCH MORE Than The ... AVERAGE Man ...
And YES That’s FACT So ... DON’T Doubt That ... !!!!!!!
Such Gifts Are COOL But Now I’m Fuelled ...
To Use My Gifts To ... EXPLAIN Things ...
As I Said At The Start I Now Use My ARM ...
To ARTICULATE Visions of How We’re Now Living ...
So Gifts of THIS TYPE ...
Tend To CHALLENGE The Minds ...
of Those Who Are ...................................................... “ Sly “ ...
Because of The Gift That ... REALITY Brings ... !!!
A Bite That DEFIES The Spreading of LIES ... !!!
But One That Bears Witness ...
To TRUTH And LESS Sinning ... !!!
So ... As I Now End ...
I’m Back To The Beginning ... !!!
I Articulate Scriptures ...
That Paint Descriptive Pictures ...
of How It Is ... " We’re Living " ...
Because It’s ... CLEAR ...
When It Comes To Writing Lyrics ...
That I Am One ... Who’s ...
.......... “ GIFTED “ ..........
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC
My thoughts could run a marathon
Faster than Usain Bolt
But they can't focus
All over the place
From here
To there
Up high
And down low
but they never stay GROUNDED
My words f l o a t away from me
Like balloons set loose by a child
"You don't care," they say
I care too much
I care to the point of pain
Am I enough yet?
I would cut myself open
Rip out my heart
How much of me is too much?
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
Mind racing like Usain Bolt over striding.
Mind ****** up like extended ligaments and joints.
Mind throbbing like it and my skull are fighting.
Mind sharpened in several places just to get the point.
Mind lost in fog like boats out to sea.
Mind falling deeper and deeper.
Mind, imagine the light shining just to find me!
Mind, how do you feel about being lost in water?
Mind, why do you tease me the way you do?
Mind fighting body and better senses.
Mind isn't really controlled by you.
Mind lost control with destruction and expenses.
Mind lost forever to the haze of pressure.
Mind your manners when you bring me flowers.
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 7:00 PM UTC
These Olympics are lame.
Full of untruthfulness.
They say Usain Bolt
Is the fastest man alive.
Thats total fantasy.
Everyone in England knows
it was my uncle Willie.
A coal miner in northern England
In 1958.
He did the mile in One minute
Fifty two seconds in his pit boots no less.
When he fell down a mineshaft.
Jude
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
I use to think I needed a break from love.
Now realizing I need it more than ever.
Wear my heart on my sleeve and compliment it by throwing on a sweater.
Running like Usain Bolt through the pressure and the weather.
Saying to myself I can do better.
Knew better.
Vendetta against myself.
Don’t know my wealth.
Was in a dark place knowing my lifestyle decreased my health.
My process is just to heal and rebuild.
Protective of myself but should focus on my damaged shield.
Young, wild and free
And I’m reckless; I don’t wanna yield.
Living fast as ever as the world was my playing field.
Needed to slow down, before I get killed.
So I disappeared and wrote about it and all of a sudden I chilled.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
Dear time,
Oh how you seem to fly by
When I look into the eyes
Of my dear old grandfather
Throughout my whole life,
He keeps ticking away
At times he is fast as Usain Bolt during the Olympics
But at others he drags along,
Like a kid with a backpack full of homework
When I get to the end of the road
I will look back on how great my grandfather was,
And reflect on all the things I could've done with him.
But now I still have my time with him
And I will make every second last
-Katelyn
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
Dear grandfather,
I watch you age before my eyes.
Throughout my whole life,
You keep ticking away.
At times you are fast as Usain Bolt during the Olympics
But at others you d r a g a l o n g,
Like a kid with a backpack full of homework
When I get to the end of the road
I will look back on how great you were,
And reflect on all the things I could've done with you.
But now I still have my time with you
And I will make every second last
-Katelyn
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Without you paid employment would last forever,
eagles wouldn't have feathers,
every letter full of commiserations,
without you.
Without you Usain Bolt wouldn't be as fast
and disappointments last
and not fade
in time,
no hope in mind,
without you.
Without you every fox would be hunted,
and expressions of love blunted
by fear,
no one to lend a friendly ear,
without you.
Without you soars would be stilted by trepidation,
spread wings unaware of elation,
without you.
But, for now, as it is
you're here,
engendering cheers easy, when you smile.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
run out of misery
or it will outrun you
like usain bolt.
never join sam's club -
it is not a grocery store,
it is a cult.
if you get a girl
pregnant
it isn't your fault;
you'll understand more
when you're an adult.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 3:24 AM UTC
There is a PDiddy in every hustler,
A Mitchelle Obama in every lady,
A Barrack Obama in every child,
A Micheal Jackson in every singer/performer,
A TD Jakes in every preacher,
A Maya Angelou in every poet,
A Napoleon in every soldier
A Mother Theresa in every little girl,
A Henry Ford in every mechanic,
A Micheal Jordan in every basketball player,
A Picasso in every artist,
A Tupac in every gangster,
A Martin Luther King in every activist,
A Usain Bolt in every sprinter,
An Oprah Winfrey in every presenter,
An Einstein in every intelligent mind.
Greatness lives in each and every one of us
In whatever we do, whoever we are
wheresoever we're come from or go.
©️IB-Poetry
2/27/2018
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
THE FOIL
He hurt me
The pain was bad
So bad it was excruciating and left me wanting to return him the favor
Even if it was at least a figment of all the pain he had caused this frail heart
So I started to scheme
I began to plot and I gave it a theme
A theme of revenge
I would reverse time, I planned
I would take him back to 1983
Where I happened at the Russian Vostok Station
I called subterfuge
Asking her to be my refuge
On this chivalry quest
I welcomed him back into my home
And did all that I had done when I had loved him
Only this time I did even more
With a burning desire his heart to freeze
This surely my pain would ease
I thought to myself
After all, that’s what he had done to mine
So I acted like all was fine
Better than it had ever been
I cooked him dinner
A three course every time
I never asked him for flowers or for a dime
I wasn't fazed when he stayed out too late
I just went about pretending to love him
And with such pretense came my fate
A fate once I came to understand I would love to hate
Days turned into weeks
And the weeks became months
It was just a game of revenge
Nothing was going to change my mind
I was a vulture, out to scavenge
Or so I presumed.
As time passed,
I didn’t have to make a conscious effort to pretend
I was slowly becoming all I was pretending to be
I gasped and fear gripped me at the realization
I was a creature of habit
Usain Bolt when it came to running in circles
Here I was back to where it all began
Back to doing that which had gotten this senseless heart broken
With every intent to please
The person whose carcass I had hoped on to feed
I was “She-lock”
I yearned for a pound of his flesh or maybe just a little more
But I had failed like I did the time before
I had become everything I was pretending to be
I had repeatedly caught myself sabotaging this mission
I waltz gleefully as I make his dinner
I find myself deserted by sleep on those nights he came home late from work
I had butterflies whenever I heard him call my name
I had lost once again
I, in desperate hope had fought another losing game
I had fallen, fallen not just so hard but this time I had fallen in too deep
How could I betray myself?
How could I let him defeat me once again?
I had fallen in love with him again
And sadly this time around, he was also stupidly in love with me.
All my plans have been trounced
I never planned to surrender but I have been shackled by the chains of love,
The only soft spot my heart has for his…
#roadtorecovery
#everythingipretendtobe
#realrawandaimple
#welearnasweteach
#writingright
#firesofr3d
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
Do like this
do like that
running like i'm usain bolt
no bring that back
somebody gotta...
take me home
i drunk all night
**** your wife
im kidding but my loves not right
i feel it...
cold and mold
these ****** wanna take my soul
the ones that get it they really wanna let you know
hoes are hoes there blinded third eye closed
angels diss dont switch cause you never know...
forgive and get
repent and sip
i sink the ship
and kiss the man
they wonder why i'm missing dame
cause his blood all over the street
they don't know its me
they don't know hes a king
and god don't talk but the devil does
which i never did wish he never was
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
9.58 he ran in a split second..
Faster than the bullet of an high powered weapon..
His feel is built of speed..
He wining continueouly repeats..
When he appear in a stadium
Collecting medals on the podium
The echoes from the crowd began..
Waving like the movements to a Mexican song..
Decade of dominance stand..
5000 years of victory an estimate of his fame span.
Sir Usain st Leo Bold..
Greatest Sprinter
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
How do the nights go? Chillin' down there with the white folk/
Ne'er be a token given I'm golden so I might just bolt:/
Usain; when I'm lazy talent swishes down the drain like bad milk/
Ain't cry o'er **** that I spilt, rose from the concrete ne'er wilt/
Narrowly lost my mind sometime ago in this flow/
like slave boats from the Gold Coast with wood creaking dream-songs of lost homes/
I was drowning in unconscious streams of different scenes of this mind's scenes/
I seen through the scenes of green trees turned to yellowing leaves.../
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC