Best Sandaled Poems
Raven was Death. She dwelt in death. She lived on death. Ages past, she had worn
the blue-black, purple, feathers of the raven and dined on royalty at Tower hill. A
tumble from grace had lodged her here in this fragile form. No more would her maw
drip ruby red, no more would her caw fill the mourning, or her soaring flight slice
the air like a Frenchman’s sword. A Raven, with clipped wings, was she.
Centuries had passed since she, in her feathered form, had feasted on the King.
**Bran the Blessed, giant, King of Wales, had been her down fall. Cursed was she,
as she dined on his eyes, in the field of battle. Ah, what did a raven know
of the curses of man. But, she knew now. Bran's head was placed,
as a talisman, on the grounds of Tower Keep in Londontown. She,
transformed, cursed, walks the night in this beautiful, weak, human vessel for
as long as, Bran's name is remembered.
Her satin-sandaled feet hold her earthbound. Just as superstition
holds her clip-winged brethren in the Tower courtyard, Bran's Curse holds her here.
No longer can she fly, but, she is free to roam. The churchyard calls her. Ashen skies no longer welcome her, but the gravestones, spade-shaped like the tails of carrion feeder, beckon. The evening corpse has arrived. Draped in mourning weeds of black, her death-like pall, luminescent in the moonlight, her lips a tell-tale crimson, she arms her self with a firebrand. The bluish steel glistens. Death with a gun, certainly, one could see the
over kill? She laughs. Looking skyward, she calls. “Husband*, children…”
she mimicks the caw of her unfettered kin. “Come to Ma Ma..dinner is served.”
*Raven's mate for life...or death? ;)
**Bran is the Welsh word for Raven/ King Bran the Blessed
***A NIGHTMARE
Categories:
sandaled, allegory, angst, animals, death,
Form:
Narrative
We trudge and trip
along the slick, stony path
Squishy moss covered rocks and roots
propel our wet sandaled feet forward.
Treacherous trail ends
in a sun washed clearing
Tall pines tower,
solemn totems, encircling
the idyllic patch of heaven
in the woods.
Warm, happy sunshine greets
our cold, damp sandals
now forgotten in
the glory of arrival!
The sweet, white cottage
with perfect blue shutters,
embracing the dusty, dirty
panes of glass,
like the warmth of my mother's arms.
Solid fir plank door
cheerful, red apple paint
waits with iron latch,
ready to welcome us in.
Again and again.....
years, decades, and generations
of Miller's welcomed back
to their sweet cottage home.
Categories:
sandaled, appreciation, beauty, childhood, senses,
Form:
Free verse
Cornices, and Gargoyles with eyes turned low,
hold fast the passing in a frozen stare
as slow vapor rising from vents below
is churned by soles into thick city air.
Undeterred, the well-heeled leather bottom
wingtips fly past sandaled sloths at crosswalks
while clicking heels kick dead leaves of autumn
and wind their way through crowded city blocks.
Just above a breezy sidewalk café,
sheer fabric wafts a low-loft window sill,
two pair of empty vamps and laces lay,
removed in shameless haste and lustful will.
Beneath the sheets, a naked feet affair,
entwined, aligned, with dreamy souls laid bare.
Michael F. Lewis and Thvia Shetley
3/6/2013
Categories:
sandaled, places, romance, urban, city,
Form:
Sonnet
Soon
Icy drops of dew like diamonds
Crunch beneath summer-sandaled toes.
Trembling trees release their tired jewels
To risk breezes off northern snows.
Topaz, garnet and citrine leaves
Spiral from moonstone blue skies above
Emeralds lose their hot weather hues,
Sparrows cuddle, asleep is the dove
Categories:
sandaled, autumn,
Form:
Imagism
Feet throb – and blisters swelling –
And specked blood – on leather soles confirm
A sandaled trek beside the Thames –
Surely my highest and measureless Most –
With God and the Devil – drinking the Fullness – laugh –
And all directions people swarm –
And myriad step gives Beat to the dance –
While beneath – the whirl of Electric shuttles
And vibrations are part
Of the Perception above –
And no Omniscient can know exactly
When – What – is happening – How –
The sun feels it too – shows that it does –
Stretches out – leaving liquid shade
To swim through –
I can still feel the pumping Buzz –
From the city’s Heart through my veins –
But its brick I can’t tap under toe –
Categories:
sandaled, places
Form:
Free verse
Hand in hand walking streams
Evening air and realized dreams
Beating heart and touching lips
Silhouettes, as the sun it slips
Scented steps of sandaled toes
Like the steam the aura flows
In the ambience of twilights fall
The dulcet tones of Cupids call
And to her heart I must reveal
Truest thoughts of how I feel
Of the binding I wish to share
Of how I long and want to care
Evening air and realized dreams
Words to flow in pinnate reams
Categories:
sandaled, loveheart, heart,
Form:
Couplet
Grandpa took me to the ice cream store.
On my tricycle, yes, I was well_loved!
What girl in braids, could ask for more?
There were comic books there, too.
Pedaling along, in my white sandaled shoes.
And yes, paste and new pencils, too.
Friendly butterflies and lovely, tall trees
Birds of all sizes, that chirped so merrily.
What lovely days~that gave birth to poetry.
3/5/2023
Categories:
sandaled, granddaughter, grandfather, love, memory,
Form:
Couplet
1. Inevitability
The rain will come
and be rude.
The wind blow away
all quietude.
Erase it?
Debase it?
You have no power
and when it's
your hour, you'll
go, you know.
2. Drowning
My foot tapping time, O sweet,
he cannot know he echoes mine.
He's not in this world, but I am.
Take me there! Right foot: the Koran,
the Old Testament. He's young,
I'm not. He's playing for Happy Hour,
while his girlfriend sells her jeweled
stones her shiny koans, One,
Two, his right foot beats rhythm.
Testing,Testing. he doesn't know
he keeps me from the ocean
the dolphin and the whale,
the ashes of my brothers, his
sandaled foot, beating time,
beating time.
Categories:
sandaled, introspection, me,
Form:
Rhyme
- a brief tango -
I see from this pestering pedestal,
And what’s that I see?
Gazelles and antelopes of the Savannah
Or the deceits of a mooting brain?
I see them – a careful pick of a generation
In pairs they ambivalently search emotion
They dig heads in each other’s bosom
Like the diving crocodiles of the Nile!
They tango in the Savannah and the city
Beside the bushes and beside the chapel
As the acacias tango in the wind,
They too tango in crumbs of love;
I don’t see male or female – but they tango
In decorated and animated gestures they pry
And promise to liven an inner mongoose
Thence my lips betray the cynicism beneath.
For with every tango-ed pair must be care
Lest on others’ toes you plant your tarsals
And there a tumult invoke among lovebirds!
And doughy cheeks won’t suffice for mediation.
A sandaled pair walks in enviable elegance
It’s a political wedding generously regarded
A model for the monkeys and the gazelles
But the rings are earthen and untrue.
Who will answer me – for lovebirds go in
But only dust and vapour see I from the arena!
Purpose and life enter, penury and despair exeunt
I too want to tango, but will it be a brief tango?
MS26072016
Categories:
sandaled, adventure, break up, divorce,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I am
A curious seahorse
Of copper and evergreen
Skittering past
Gaping jaws
Of a killer whale
An angry crawdad
Clicking my
Castanet claws
At sandaled toes
Gliding by
A scrambled message
On a cellular phone
With whirs and clicks
Baffling the receiver
But concealing an SOS
To look into my
Stained glass eyes
Is to see the quiver
Of an empty heart.
Categories:
sandaled, angst,
Form:
Blank verse
In aquamarine ran off my warmth traversing
mild meadows with swallows of ash
past the pink sunset
Three cherry cardinals swooped past partly pleased
the brook trickled near
Evading were than icon imaginings
the following fawns
the spotted taupe-hazel fawn
Three taupe robins at a white well
The magic cello hummed earlier
Sword at side passed over my warmth
through the falling cascades
off on the pink sunset
Three cherry cardinals swooped past partly pleased
The level prairie sat below
Supple were they sandaled sand
The sheer slim fawns
The discomfited shuffled fawns
Three graceless mothers in the green dell
The ravenous barb earlier crooned
Curtsy at waist my warmth traversing
Casing the waterfall behind
Off in the pink sunset
Three cherry cardinals swooped past partly pleased
The vertical crests sat above
Brighter be they than tranquil birth
The sheer slim fawns
The taller edgy fawns
Three higher vicars at the mild meadow
The adept huntsman
Ran below
In aquamarine ran off my warmth traversing
mild meadows with swallows of ash
past the pink sunset
Three cherry cardinals
Categories:
sandaled, inspirational, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Let’s go where sheets of sea glide over sand,
Scattering foamy blossoms at our feet,
And ardent rays shall wounds of winter mend,
Like suture needles closing warm day’s bleed.
We’ll bare pallid skin to palm shadows’ arms,
Open light-starved mouths to drink wavelets’ spark,
And sated, chorus for tanned seabirds’ psalms,
Through gold sprays let our naked spirits lark.
When moonbeams descend to Sol’s embers glaze,
Shall we then hibernate in sunburned air,
And to sandaled Sirius lift our gaze,
Whilst crickets sing of two runaways’ dare?
O, we’ll stay when far winds have weary grown,
Still at large in a season not our own.
Categories:
sandaled, beach, seasons, summer, sun,
Form:
Sonnet
whispers...
a shudder,
to frolic in the dire ambiance
a spiritual awakening
a peace that passes all understanding
the go between
the comforter
a heart saturated with truth
in order to withstand the true test of time
angelic premonition
a deep longing
to seek deep into the heart of the manifestation of God
Jesus came to open are hearts
to turn us from Satan onto God
that we may have forgiveness of sins
inheritance among us which is sanctified within thee
the soft pitter patter of sandaled feet
a breath of wind
to light to sun set amidst the day
a humble need to bow the knee to pray
Holy Spirit I surrender take me where you want to go
help me daily in your presence so that I may grow
with tempter on fire with blazing eyes of vengeance
daily my portion will be just to be with you
love is the essence of my inner existence
God is not a man that he should lie
comfort my heart may you never depart
live your light through us
give us wisdom therefore with all thy getting gain understanding
keep us by the power of your spirit
give us the strength to over come sin, self & Satan
a challenge to be free is a question of time
light of illumination
sought to be with us to the end as believers.
Amen
Categories:
sandaled, adventure, baptism, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Pretty Pictures, Ribbons & You
We each must take a step of faith in the right direction
A soldier fighting in the field of grass lives another day
Something to be grasped amidst the madness of outside
Words that are expressed in the night have come to light
A full pledge as we take part in the dance
Pretty pictures fancy ribbons & you
Perhaps we as a nation have bitten off more then we could chew
A dance in the light of a delightful day
We humbly bow the knee to pray
Many people sow discord in the hearts of others
There is no true love anymore for our brother
In light of eternity this day is far spent
A light that evokes a twilight appeal to family & friends
Happy as a lark in the meadow looking for food
Radiant nights with moon fall all a glow
The pitter patter of soft sandaled feet
Pretty pictures, ribbons & you
Nothing borrowed or blue
Bask in the vast array of love from above
A look deep inside for we have nothing to ever hide
Categories:
sandaled, beautiful, beauty, bible, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
A Magical Moment In Time
Words can expose the nice scenic view
Others ponder a new way of escape
We get lost in a moment in time
Love has changed to burdened heart to a degree
Through words we can embrace it's truth
Many our happy in the honest labor of their hands
All of us need a wake up call with other plans
Some having tempers a fire burdened with desire
A flame arose to the noise of air pollution
The call for happy dear memories in their nearby plight
A mind is a terrible thing to waste in the night
Through a love one can know the duration of life
Amidst the give in take of strife
A splash of spice with everything nice
We are caught in the magical moment in time
The soft pitter patter of sandaled feet
Exposed to the elements with no chance to repeat
A crystal clear vision of granduer in a world in a rush
We are all present here amidst the battle within
A call for freedom to come nestle near the shore
Amidst uncertainty we may come to know
Breath deep in with the good out the bad
Learn to embrace love for that is the master plan
Categories:
sandaled, blessing,
Form:
Free verse