Best Put Your Feet Up Poems
HER LITTLE HANDS, YOUR PERFECT FIT.
She loved the fit
Yours were big, calloused and hard
Working hands you called em
Hers’ were soft, small
Angel hands you liked to tease her
Yet you held her ooh so tenderly
And you never smashed her up
Her little hands dirty with mud
You held them under the rushing water
She tried to catch the rainbow bubbles
As you scrubbed them clean...her little hands.
She watched you clean
And begged to help
You smiled and held her little hands
‘’they are so small this hands
Wait till they grow,’’ you said
But still you helped her think she helped.
She watched your hands till the land
And guide her little growing hands,
You smiled and said “my angel is growing.”
She watched them grow gain strength
She watched them learn all you could teach them
Well now she laughs and says,” sit and rest put your feet up
My little hands will help you now.”
Her little hands your perfect fit.
“Happy Birthday to Bill Baker for February the 10th”
A poet friend held in such high esteem
A man of wisdom and positivity
Who shines as brightly as a beacons beam
A kind, respectful man
A poet extraordinaire
Abundant with understanding and compassion
His good humour he is now beginning to share
So, to you my Texan buddy
I wish you a wonderful day
Enjoy, relax and put your feet up
While we all at P.S sing Hip Hip Hooray!!
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVELY FRIEND”!!
NO ONE WANTS TO LIVE IN A COLD HOME
from the album "Heaters for Sale"
by Not Paul McCarney
No one wants to live in a cold home, cold home
Uncle Albert says you should go home, go home
Turn the heat up or sit by the fire
Toasty as upon a funeral pyre
Oo-hoo, because
No one wants to live in a cold home, cold home
No one takes the longest road home, road home
Put your feet up next to the blaze
Toes become candles before your gaze
Ooo-hooo!
Coffee, it is evident, is not Sherry's cup of tea;
She likes spirits like sherry and brandy
and knows the ropes of winemaking to a tee;
An oenologist by profession, like her pal Brandy,
found her niche in viticulture. Numbers of spirits
she's tasted, as a sommelier whose forté is wine
tasting. Oddly enough, she will actually whine
if I try to talk her out of dealing with other spirits.
She's involved in paranormal practices
and that chills me to the bone. She will lock up
in her tiny cubicle for hours to "communicate
with the beyond" and claims to have connected
with certain famous individuals after their
departures and says they are doing fine.
At least she says my "poems" blow her socks
off but I ought to massage her ducky feet
so that she read my verse. If I don't, she socks
me right in the gob! I feel I accomplish a feat
without an oxygen mask. It's not easy to bear
whatsoever the task of massaging her bare
dogs though I'm glad I don't have to polish
her toenails. She never paints 'em. Her Polish
friend concurs that Sherry is a little cracked
in the upper storey.
Dating a 146 IQ girl isn't all it's cracked
up to be. End of story.
I'm wondering: If we were in the North Pole
would she be barefoot so often? The Pole
thinks so and misses the golden days
when they both made money doing pole
dancing. "Boy we would definitely daze
the men at the club. They voted each night
for the best dancer. Most times the polls,
I have to admit, were in Sherry's favor.
Jolly times. But don't you dare have the gall
to say a word. She helps folks lose weight
today and loves it. Be kind to my half-Gaul
half-Brit friend and don't have her wait
when she wants foot massage. You would
be putting your foot in your mouth. Now go
put your feet up." Well, knock on wood,
the Pole's words made me feel lucky. Yo!
Today is your first day of many more to come.
A day that will start with cuddles and fun.
As each year goes by and your child grows
You’ll get kisses and gifts wrapped in pretty bows.
You’ll get cards and trinkets of all kind
and flowers that may be hard to find.
You may even get a breakfast in bed
Or maybe a pretty sweater in red.
A special day that is all for you,
You might even put your feet up with nothing to do.
A picnic with your family, a day at the beach
All of these moments are within reach.
What ever it is that you do on this day
I hope it is special in so many ways
So special you are to your father and I
And cherish this day, they just fly by.
Happy Mother’s Day
By…….barbara poor
I find as I get older
I have to censor what I say
I can't say that a happy man
Seems very, very, gay
I never got the memo
When certain words were made taboo
I never got that message
I' missed that one , did you?
My Nan would send my brother
To the shops to get her fags
I know we aren't allowed to say this
I've been told by P.C nags
I remember the old story
Of Black Peter and St. Nick
Now you can't say either one
or you'd be branded quite the prick
There, I used another one
Prick, somehow made the list
Has anyone seen the memo
It's the one note that I missed
You must call someone Richard
You cannot call him Dick
Damn political correctness
Just brought me back to prick
If you sit and watch the telly
you can't put your feet up on a poof
that gets us back to gay again
The PC folks would hit the roof
Don't start me on Brazil nuts
Remember what we all called those ?
If I put that down in writing
I'd be PC'd in the nose
Men and Women are all persons
This PC stuff just makes me sick
But, just look at them both naked
There, I've worked back round to prick
It takes the fun out of saying swear words
You have to censor all the time
There might be a PC zealot
waiting for a language crime
So, in closing let me tell you
And I will do it with some class
They can take their PC memo
And shove it up their....buttocks (I think is the term used nowadays)!
The child of God, which is you, is deceived indeed.
He sees his love spat upon by mindless opinions,
only to realize he himself is the one who spits.
What do you seek so desperately from the world?
The Love of God knows you as you truly are.
Stop hiding from us, we can ALWAYS see you.
Stop hating us, we always love you.
Don't be sick anymore.
Sickness attests to who you're not, slain on the corpse of who you are.
Your monster hates you
but it isn't real.
Just cross the border, let your fear go for a few minutes.
Hear the Voice inside.
Let It dictate how you will act from now on, in love and in grace.
Relax, put your feet up.
The fun is just beginning.
You know the drill, are well trained, and have shown tremendous accomplishment.
The next step is discipline.
You are worthy only of love.
All else is folly.
You know this to be true.
Your guilt is meaningless.
The shadows are gone.
You have seen the light of day Yoni, you just don't know it yet.
Forgive yourself, the child of God still Lives.
He is much happier than you have ever been.
Forgive Yoni, this is your world.
Make of it what you will.
Captain Tom
By Jan Beaumont ©
He was somebody we'd never heard of
Just a man quietly living his life
But a man who'd seen things that he shouldn't
Like battle and horror and strife.
He was loved and surrounded by family
Had a home and a warm comfy bed
Then the horrible virus that hit us
Changed the world when it reared its cruel head.
There were so many people who sickened
There were those who were fighting to live
And then there were those who were there by their side
Who were ready and willing to give.
Captain Tom saw a need to do something
He wanted to help where he could
He started to walk in his garden
Back and forth for the NHS good.
He wanted to raise just a thousand
He thought he could do it you see
But instead that old soldier raised millions
Just by walking each day tirelessly.
It's not as if he was a young man
He had lived to a wonderful age
On his one hundredth birthday
They honoured him well
He now found himself on the world stage.
For on his centennial birthday
His name became almost eternal
They promoted the man who'd achieved oh so much
And Tom Moore went from Captain to Colonel!
Michael Ball and our Tom made a record
And it went to the top of the charts
The oldest man ever to be No 1
And of course No 1 in our hearts.
So we thank you for everything,
Colonel Tom Moore
You selflessly gave us your best
You have done us all proud, you're a hero
Now just go put your feet up and rest!
As the long day ends
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Padded poetic phrases recline,
softness invites extended stays
within deep cushioned desires
comfort stitched of woven words
Arm chair wishes beneath pressed tin ceilings
offer relaxation penned in durable ink
Put your feet up, clear your mind while
literary whispers relieve burdens
in past tense delusions, quietly wafting
as dreams take flight upon pillowed emotions
Cozy creations silently soothe
tired thoughts and anguished promises,
calming sunset endeavors
as the long day ends
Good night Soupers
Oh My Luxurious Mind!
What should I entitle thou
What unique name?
How to portray you perfectly,
With which auspicious flame?
My mind, you’re my worst enemy,
My weakness, my whimsicality.
I strive for you,
Still you mock at me?
My luxurious mind,
You’re a rogue, a devil I see!
You are so artful, so restlessly you move,
As the stars of the galaxy travels scheduling their loop.
You seem to be consequently full of activity,
Busy for destructive mechanism
No time to put your feet up a bit
You fly from one to my other occasion.
One scope after another, restlessly you pursue,
How can you be so bitter, a vicious destroyer?
You should be chained, the devil inner power!
You should not get so scope to be bare!
Mind, you’re never contented with adjoining comfort
Always you strive, you brawl,
How can soothe be your enemy?
You disgust your appease, you grab the utmost doubt.
You are my destroyer, you stupid!
You are so rude,
You do what you decide
You are to curse too!
You’re so egotistic; never hang around your love
Why are you still burning? Ever unsatisfied soul?
Why all the means of pleasure are not that you care of?
You’d better be buried than disturb all.
boxing day would be a good day to relax
and put your feet up on a chair
but the children come running in
all upset that
the bits to their game are no longer there
the batteries to their new toys have all gone flat
and ask can you remember where they put their new hat
for all the joys of christmas things end up back in the box
so then they decide to build with lego blocks.
I always wondered why boxing day was called boxing day, I have joked since my kids were
very young that it was because all the batteries go flat, the bits go mising from games they
forget where they put theire new stuff and most things end up back in the box, well untill you
can go and get new batteries when the shops re open, Oh what such fun, I love christmas
and I made sure I went and got more batteries before they ran out this time LOL, have a
happy new year every one love from diane
If one day, I might find someone who’s
Anything like you,
I hope I have the common sense to run fast just like the wind
God help the girl who finds you, if she’s anything
Like me
I hope she stays far from hell’s embrace, and won’t
Let you take her wings
I’m high up, where you can’t reach me, but flashbacks
Still play in my mind
You put your feet up on the seat, and I felt right
At home
Then happiness gave way to pain, sun gave way
To storm
You are nothing like I thought you were
You have nothing I would want
There’s nothing left I can believe in,
There’s no reason I should
Stay
You made my world as black as night, I couldn’t even
See the stars
Now sun shines on my window pane, chocolate
Melts between my teeth
I made it out that much stronger, though I wish
It never had to be
If only strength wasn’t exchanged for this
Kind of scarring
Maybe one day you’ll miss me, though
I hope and pray you won’t
If you see her, and I cross your mind, I hope
You realize all that you missed
Out on,
And all that I deserved
If you find she’s anything like me, please take better care of her
I won’t mistake you for a prince again
Don’t pretend that I’m your
Maid
You were shiny just like diamonds, to hide your
Coal-embedded heart
Since you’re you, I’m sad to say, you’ll
Probably break her spirit
Down
But if she’s anything like I am, she’ll want to break
Your neck
GOOD AFTERNOON
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
BOYS AND GIRLS
FROM AROUND THE WORLD
AND ACROSS THE UNIVERSE.
WELCOME... TO THE WORLD
OF TRANSHUMANISM.
AND WELCOME TO THE
INTELLECTUAL BEHAVIOR
MODIFICATION ARENA.
GUARANTEED TO ALTER
YOUR CRITICAL THINKING.
I AM YOUR HOST...
THE DAPPER RING MASTER...
BRINGING YOU JOY AND THE...
UNDERSTANDING OF PROJECT:
ASTER.
ASTER, NAMED AFTER THE
GREEK WORD FOR "STAR"
THE MEANING OF ASTER..
IS WISDOM , LOVE
GREEK ORIGIN ASTRAEA
MEANS OF THE STARS, HEAVENS.
GREEK MYTHOLOGY ASTRAEA
IS THE VIRGIN GODDESS OF
JUSTICE, INNOCENCE, PURITY
AND PRECISION.
THE STORY GOES.
ONE NIGHT ASTRAEA WAS SO
UPSET BY HOW FEW STARS
THERE WERE IN THE NIGHT
SKY, THAT SHE BEGAN TO CRY.
AS SHE WEPT, HER TEARS FELL
TO THE GROUND AND TURNED
INTO STAR SHAPED
ASTER FLOWERS.
SIT BACK AND RELAX
IN OUR SCIENTIFICALLY
DESIGNED AND ENGINEERED
NEURAL NETWORK COMPUSEAT.
PUT YOUR FEET UP.
ATTACH YOUR HEADSET.
AND PREPARE YOURSELF
FOR YOUR INFUSION OF
PROJECT: ASTER. A TECHNOLOGY
OF SUPERHUMAN CAPACITY.
GET READY TO GO BEYOND...
THE OUTER LIMITS OF REALITY.
BEYOND... THE UNIVERSE...
OF IMAGINATION. BEYOND TIME...
AND UNDERSTANDING...
YOU ARE NOW RECEIVING
EXTRATERRESTRIAL AND
INTRATERRESTRIAL
LIFE FREQUENCIES
INTO YOUR TERRESTRIAL BEING.
IN A FEW MINUTES
YOU WIIL EXPERIENCE
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE ALIVE.
TO BE FILLED WITH LIFE...
BEYOND HUMAN OR ALIEN CAPACITY.
YOU WILL RAPIDLY BEGIN
TO UNDERSTAND ELEVATED
CONSCIOUSNESS...
AND EXCEED... EVERY LEVEL
KNOWN TO MANKIND
NEVER AGAIN WILL YOU
SEE, SMELL, TASTE, TOUCH OR
FEEL... LIFE... THE SAME AS
YOU DO TODAY.
AFTER TODAY YOU...
WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.
MANKIND... WILL NEVER...
BE... THE SAME.
EMBRACE THIS MOMENT
IN TIME... FORE THERE IS...
NO TURNING BACK NOW.
THE TIME HAS COME.
THAT MOMENT HAS PAST.
YOU ARE ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE
PROJECT: ASTER TECHNOLOGY.
THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE...
THE UNIVERSAL FREQUENCY...
OF WISDOM AND LOVE.
Michael E. Harris
12122021
I can hear voices
Voices from the past
But, only when I’m driving
When I’m driving fast
“It’s the wind”, said the doctor
“Or a breech in a seal”
“Go home and put your feet up”
“Or go out for a meal”
So, I took the doctor’s advice
And intended to go home
I buckled up my seatbelt
Switched off my mobile phone
Then I turned the ignition
This made the engine roar
But, as I started driving
The voices came once more
I could hear the voices
Couldn’t tell what they were saying
So, I put my foot down
The car started swaying
Suddenly, I hear them clearly
These voices from the past
They say “climb up from the wreckage”
“And join us at long last”
Tick tock tick tock
All I hear’s that bloody clock
Chiding me for wasting time
Is it really such a crime
To put your feet up when you’re done
Rest, relax and have some fun
It winds me up that awful sound
So now, I leave the clock unwound