Best Pairs Poems
Two pairs of shoes beside the bed.
Mine are tiny, his large instead.
His are steel toed, sandals are mine.
His dull and dark, but mine have shine.
Opposites yes, just like our shoes.
When I'm happy, he has the blues.
My secret to brighten his mood...
A large rare steak, his kind of food.
I like the soaps, he likes the news.
When I watch mine, he takes a snooze.
I can't stand to see people die...
Watching his news just makes me cry.
Even though, we might have a fight
Love keeps us together all night.
And each night when we go to sleep.
Two pairs of shoes, company keep!
11-17-17
Poem of the day August 4, 2017
Fashion hound, that I am
I have shoes for every occasion
One black pair of Adidas
Probably made by some East Asian
I only have one pair of feet
Why would I need two pairs of shoes?
I can only wear one pair at a time
Besides, I'm easily confused
Should you ever find me out with two pair
And you happen to be in a bind
I am the kind of fella that shares
Just remember, the black Adidas are mine.
July 30 2017
I have inside my wardrobe many clothes
composed of dresses, blouses, slacks and tops,
and as the number of these items grows,
so does my footwear. Lord, it never stops!
I’m not too good at throwing stuff away
except for things from when I was size nine!
So I can change my outfits day to day.
I love variety. It is divine!
I match accessories and jewelry
with all my clothing with its many hues.
I think I’d suffer from anxiety
without a rather large supply of shoes!
If just two pairs of shoes were all I owned,
I’d somehow have to get them color-cloned!
Aug. 1, 2017 for the Two Pair of Shoes Contest of John Lawless
My two pairs of shoes can't be beat.
I have the best strut on the street.
I don't put on airs
but still need two pairs
to put on my two pairs of feet.
Boobs are usually found hanging out in pairs
Seeing one without the other is really quite rare
They're kinda quirky
Brown noses so perky
Hanging so proudly smelling the fresh air
Two Pair of Shoes
My Loafers wandered out one day
when I (too lazy) chose to stay
home alone and drink Bombay,
one evening in the Spring
They came upon a pair of Heels
that walked the streets in sexy squeals
composed of skin from river eels,
one evening in the Spring
They danced the night away that June
underneath the bright blue moon
As Frank Sinatra slowly crooned,
one evening in the Spring
But when the sun rose in the morn
the pair, exhausted and well-worn
tiptoed home, alone, forlorn
one evening in the Spring
Nine months later, dressed to kill
The Heels appeared and stood quite still
to present to Loafers…an Espadrille
one evening in the Fall
So your ex has 63 pairs of shoes
Nice but she doesn’t have you
Rather have you than 63 pairs of nothingness
Bored, divorced, waiting for the next sounds meaningless
I’ll take 63 pairs of you
That’s 63 times the value
Of a strong black man, an omen of things to come
You with a closet full of shoes collecting dust
Me with your ex looking at me his eyes full of lust
Not about the shoes lady, shoes won’t keep you warm at night
Shoes don’t say baby you look “Dy-no-mite”
So go ahead with your 63 pairs of shoes
Soon you about to hear the news
So get you dress and put on a nice pair
Cause I’m walking down the aisle with your ex
He on cloud nine dancing on air like Fred Ester
I got a pair for casual wear
and the salesman sold me another
for formal wear like romantic dates,
and job interviews
knowing I had just graduated and
had a beautiful girlfriend.
I've been working two shift jobs
paying down student loans
and credit card debt.
And my girlfriend left town
with a rich man
soon after she saw me
in worker's uniform.
It's been a while since then.
I still have two pairs of shoes,
the casual wear is worn out
the formal one is
brand new
wrapped in a fancy shoe box
made for expensive shoes.
August 1, 2017
TWO PAIRS OF SHOES--Sponsored by John Lawless
In the shadow of the northern light
We stay indoors and bundled tight
Never even leave the house at night
For fear of freezin' to death
I want to go with you away someplace
Where the air doesn't hurt my face
We'll live like members of the human race
Where we don't see our breath
We'll settle down in the southern seas
Make love beneath the palm trees
Swing a hammock in the salty breeze
Where the sun never stops
I need two pairs of them flip-flop shoes
One just for sittin' out by the pool
And one for walkin' on the beach with you
In our two pairs of flip-flops
July 12, 2018
Two pairs of scuffed sports shoes
Remain where they were kicked off on the bedroom floor
Never to be worn again
Two brothers playing football in heaven
But their footwear remains here on earth
As do their broken hearted parents
I wonder about the supplier of the drugs that killed them ...
Would he like to be in their shoes now?
Two Shoes Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
07-30-17
I am an antediluvian lone soul
Where does my life’s love roam?
I need it to board the boat
I need it to create home
one is not enough
two is infinity found
pairs are plausible
Two pairs of shoes
As solitude
gripped me tight,
Heart ached in anguish
and I gasped for sigh ...
Everything lay still.
But then I could
rise and shine,
In tender blush of dawn
as I woke up to find ...
Two pairs of shoes
at my door.
Written August 4, 2017
For contest by John lawless
One pair of shoes walk down the street,
walking fast towards the girl next door.
Next door, just one pair of shoes sit in her house,
they barely get worn, unlike her socks.
Her pair of socks are pacing upstairs,
waiting for his shoes to arrive.
One pair of shoes walks into her house.
He puts his shoes next to hers.
Her socks have stopped pacing and run downstairs,
hearing his pair of shoes arrive.
Her pair of socks is on tiptoe
while he hugs her lovingly.
She slips on her shoes, tied with one little knot,
and he slips on his shoes, and takes her hand.
Two pairs of shoes walk out of the house,
with his shoes leading her on a date.
Two pairs of shoes arrive back in the house,
this time filled with laughing and joy.
Now four pairs of shoes sit in a line,
with two pairs fit for a wedding.
She puts on her heels,
careful not to wreck her white dress.
He slips on his dress shoes,
careful not to look at his bride.
Now five pairs of shoes sit in the house,
one pair fit for a baby.
Two pairs of shoes walk into the house,
with a little pair of socks on the baby in her arms.
Now six pairs of shoes sit in the hall,
For her family that has grown in this house.
The pain rots me inside, like cracks in the pavement.
Home movies bring rusty old memories into focus.
As if she would become a new and improved model.
All the upgrades aren’t necessary, I loved her before.
The way god made her. Exactly. I loved her the same.
These looks that give chills, send them back, defective.