Best Legged Poems
I saw a one-legged Sandpiper
today on the beach.
I saw him land on his single pedestal,
it was an artful thing.
Entranced by his disability,
I stood transfixed with curiosity.
I so wanted to help him
but we're worlds apart.
How can he feed?
How can he fend?
Suddenly, he flew away up the beach,
I followed him.
There he stood lightly wafting in the wind,
still balanced on that single leg.
His fellow Sandpipers scurry about
unnoticing his remarkable challenge.
Later, a kindly friend told me
shorebirds often hide one leg
to conserve energy.
Silly, I felt a loss
for my misplaced empathy
towards my one-legged friend.
What a self-centered bubble
I live in.
We're always so troubled by
what we think we know.
Truth is, we know so little.
Next time on the beach,
I'll look for the one-legged Sandpiper.
It'll remind me that
there's so much I still don't know.
Hello to all four-legged and two-legged friends in the big world
The people who take care of us, do not know as much as they think
We are probably smarter than they are
Take for example, that little cell phone that our people
always have with them wherever they go
What we do.....lift the foot and "send a message" to a friend
When I am out and walking with my people I get many interesting "messages"
Some "messages" are very interesting and take a little longer time to "read"
Then my people impatient, pulling and struggling the leash
What they can not understand that I must "answer" to all "messages"
Our "conversations" and "messages" are equally important
Think about it....they are also free....there is no expense
When their cell phone call or pling they take time to respond
Hello all two-legged humans our messages are just as important as yours
16.June.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Three-Legged Table
As I drove through an old neighborhood, I spotted a garage sale sign.
I pulled off to the side of the street. With impatience, I couldn't get out
of the car quick enough. Right in front of the drive sat a vintage,
small drop-leaf, three-legged, brass lion claw Duncan Phyfe red mahogany table.
The price was outrageously cheap. I could not resist in buying this magnificent well-kept antique table. I managed to put it in the trunk and securely tied
a rope to the trunk lash so, it would slightly close and the table wouldn't fall out while I drove home.
high expectation
valuable old treasures
arouse excitement
In my living room, well-polished table sits. An old fashion crochet doily is used as a coaster for a vintage Fenton Hobnail milk glass with ruffle edge vase, filled with fresh cut gardenias, and a pair of matching candleholders.
antique possessions
constructed with great prudence
ages have long passed
There once was a lanky cowpoke named Pete,
Who, when he walked got tangled in his feet!
He'd spent years ridin' his horse,
Becomin' bow-legged, of course!
Looked like a pair of pliers pacin' the street!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
All Rights Reserved
me and my Afghan Hound
drink coffee by the pound
she'll put other dogs to shame
for she could play any game
more than a pretty face
she could win any race
my best friend is a Hound
best one I ever found
Here she lies to take her rest
Unconventionally and vertically
Iolanda, daughter of George,
Five foot ten since age of twelve
If you see a bump with daisies
Her skull keeps on popping out
for Andrea's contest
Cats are containers of
colorful personality.
A blue cat sits alone
looking at the floor before him.
His mind blank as,
a new sketchbook;
waiting for the artist within to,
paint him into a clown.
Red cats rage against life’s storms
and invaders in their yard.
Birds, squirrels and mice fear
the wrath of a red cat;
sharp teeth and claws are swift when,
propelled by a red paw.
Yellow cats have a tendency
to leave surprise gastric gifts
on your carpet, as much as possible;
always apologizing with their pale,
jaundiced eyes.
The green cat personality is rare.
You’ll find them holding it all in
until they get to that litter box.
Green behavior warrants a private box,
along with a nice treat.
Green cats, can’t stand a stench
and will scratch litter for hours
to slay a screaming smell.
The purple cats
see every opportunity for affection
and milk it.
Love emanates from their bones
and cuddling is what they do best.
When purple cats offer a hug,
you cannot resist.
Beware the polka-dotted cat!
A love bite will quickly become
piercing claws;
shredding an arm in seconds.
Pink cats are Coveted cats.
Children love pink cats
and carry them everywhere.
Their serene and constant purring
sings you to sleep, ever so gently.
A pink cats love is never-ending.
The rainbow personality,
is the comedian of all cats.
Light to dark and red to yellow;
the court jester of the species.
these side-splitting, laugh factories,
will never allow you to be bored.
Keep a camera handy;
rainbow cats are usually,
fabulous video celebrities
There was a foolish lad, who had a one legged stool
A stool which he threw away
For within his mind for a stool to be
The legs on the floor must total at least three
A milk maid came by, that stool caught her eye, she cried out “oh me oh my”
What a fine one legged stool some fool threw away
She picked it up and to the barn she went for to milk the cow
Moved up close, spread her feet apart; set herself right down
Upon that one legged stool there she sat
She counted it out; the number of legs on the floor
She added it up and to her delight
Found that one and two do indeed make three
As a child,
I loved to watch Grandpa build.
His basement workshop,
was filled with tools.
Tools hanging on every wall,
wood neatly stacked in a pile.
Grandpa worked for hours each day,
filling his many orders.
He built my lovely bed,
pretty flowers carved into the headboard.
One Christmas,
Grandpa built my fun dollhouse.
Today I asked for a small table,
one to fit beside my bed.
Grandpa started working,
he gave me a "Three Legged Table" with a rose carved on top.
What Did The 3 Legged Dog Say To The 2 Legged Cat?
What an amazing thing to see by any eye. Two creatures on there way home, spoke as
if they were from a war zone.
All though both were missing parts, they had tremendous heart. Cat, what do they call
you? My friends call me 2 Blue.
Dog, what do they call you? My friends call me 3 paws. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
Same here 2Blue.
Are you curious? Everybody I meet seems to be. Not really 2 Blue. What rights have I,
to say whose whole? Looks to me like you have plenty of soul.
Thank you 3 Paws; I would imagine you are quite a dog, with lots of heart and plenty of
bark.
So, 2 Blue, what’s up? Seen any action lately? Not since the alley fight in 2002, when my
back was against the wall, and I took a heavy fall.
What about you 3 Paw? What’s your story? Well, it’s a lone one, but I like to keep it
short. I was in the dark in 2007, sniffing like I normally do, when guess who? Right! The
Rockwilder Brothers jumped me.
While running, I slipped on some ice, and they weren’t nice with there bites
I agree, we all learned our lessons in life. Something’s are good, and some aren’t so
nice.
3 Paw, see you around. 2 Blue, I’ll be in town.
Dr. “G”
MY BOW LEGGED 60's GIRL
Lyons, Kansas, 1969
I took all of your tank tops and your hose and your sox,
and I put them all together in a little brown box.
I put all of your dresses and your shoes in a sack,
and I wrapped it up because I knew you're never coming back.
I took your funky records and your Playgirl magazines
and dropped them in the trash with all your green and purple jeans.
I took the clothes I bundled up and gave them away,
to the Salvation Army, it seems like yesterday.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
I met a wino on the street, she looks just like you,
she wears a see through blouse and she walks bow legged, too.
She sings those funky songs and plays the guitar outa sight,
and she takes a bath in cheap perfume like you did every night.
She still sings about Viet Nam and love we don't show,
guess she doesn't know that Viet Nam was 30 years ago.
She's out protesting every day and carries a sign,
bites her toenails ev night just like you did mine.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
She has a job but all she'll say, it ain't chopping wood.
And it's funny how her money lasts, and she lives so good.
She bought a brand new car one day, a pink Cadillac,
and it's got a bar up in front and mattress in the back.
I don't know why she thinks she has to work every day,
cause I never had a job I just live on my welfare pay.
She picks her nose and rolls each bugger in a sugar ball,
and just like you used to do, then she eats them all.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
I married her in the park, it seems like yesterday,
and I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't run away.
The times are hard
Poor, hungry, lonely...
But we all get by
Never thinking of others
Their feelings
Their hopes
Their anything
As we sit by the fire
He walks the dampened streets
Thinking of how to get something to eat
But throughout a dream
Things may change
And just like that
We lose everything
But on this day
Work was just the same
Just like everyday
We awake
Get dressed
Brush teeth
The same routine
But he
He never knows his last day
So when he awakes
Alive and well
There is always a prayer
And a smile like no other.
Walking slowly, tired from work
Thinking of all the bad things
In your seemingly horrible life
Under your breath you curse
Then decide to take a detour
You turn right,
Right down the way
Where he stays
Tears in his eyes
He puts on a disguise
As you bump him
A common mistake
As you partake in your apologies
He says not a word
But turns and sighs
Though in his mind
He tries not to cry
He did it to survive.
Walking towards your lawn
You see your house gone
Then realize
You have met your demise.
Your own fault
You turned a blind eye
Now it?s your curse
To walk the streets alone
And to take the place
Of a horse with three legs
There once was an old man from Thomaston
Who said at the young age of ninety-one
Look at that old man try to walk
Walking straddle legged he mocked
One foot in the grave and one slip, he's done
My father said that to me one day
As I was bringing him back to the
Nursing Home after I had carried
Him shopping for the things he
Liked to have one hand at the
Home..He went in at the home
and asked mother, "Do I walk
straddle legged." Mom said,
"I don't think so, why do you
ask?"...
I don't think it's just a nightmare,
Gradually I've succumb to fear.
For the spiderman has come tonight,
To take all that I hold dear.
His hairy legs extend their grasp,
And suddenly I'm mesmerized.
For no matter which way, his monstrous fangs,
Burrow its venom deep inside.
The spiderman has come tonight,
Or maybe they're just foolish dreams.
But it really doesn't matter what I think,
For reality has burst at the seams.
An intricate web so craftfully designed,
For no other purpose but to feed.
A frightening feature and ghastly creature,
There is no doubt he'll do the deed.
The 8 legged freak has come for me...
Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love - Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…
Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…
… Boot-Legged Mama
Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour
… Boot-Legged Mama
Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !
Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is, A.K.A. …
… Boot-Legged Mama
Boot-Legged Mama
Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line
… Boot-Legged Mama
Alcohol’s in Trauma; and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !
Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
(and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…
… and be a Boot-Legged Mama!
( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
Boot-Legged Mama ….
Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :) to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels... Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)
MoonBee
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Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)