Best Shoe In Poems
The sky is blue with music beats
The stars are smiling in the east
The moon is tangoing with me
And the trees are waving their leaves
The lilies are swaying in the wind
The birds are flapping their wings
The sun is standing still
For the birth of a unique Prince
The duck is cooing a coo
The drum is booming with boom
The bell is jingling melody tunes
For the dancing shoe in jolly mood
Every teeth is stable, dappled with babble
To dandle and staple the victuals rounding the table
No squabbles to dabble or dangle
This fable is not a parable to scrabble
The world is now at ease
In my mother’s little arm with peace,
That is crooning a lullaby
For her newborn baby
Now that a diamond is in the sky
My mother is no longer shy
She could join the laughter of the night
For the birth of a new life
I’m a newborn baby today
Starting life afresh, again
The smiles on a baby’s face anyway
Is an anthem, enough for a happy birthday.
HURRAY!
I dress for comfort not for speed these days
And believe me I dress for comfort a lot
Forget the hassle of even tying a lace
When I slip into a cool pair of Crocs
I'm blessed to live near a Crocs store
And you know I can't help but go hog wild
Walls and walls of Crocs from ceiling to floor
In every imaginable color and style
When I dress for the night to show off my stuff
The smell of plastic permeates the air
It's like a drug, this shoe in which I am in love
I'll shout in the air! My love affair! I do not care!
You see I have my casual Crocs
As well as my Sunday go to meeting pair
They make me wish it was Sunday
more often than not
Cause when I wear them I'm in heaven
and feel I'm walking on air
On normal days when I mow yards for a living
I put on my Manly Work Crocs
When Winter is here and the cold comes a-licking
Crocs look stunning with knee high socks
So you see I have all of my bases covered
You've gotta love it, like it or not
Of course I walk on one side of the street,
my family the other
Cause I like to jump up and down, turn around,
skip and bounce whenever I am wearing my Crocs
What's In A Name
(Heritage, Proudly Honored)
From ancient lineage comes my last name
Brave warriors that drank strong ale, spilled blood.
Some were letters men, spoke in Irish brogue
foot loose fancy free, set for any game!
Patrons of olden villages and their pubs
They daily, drank to sing and sang to drink.
A few were artists, painters and that lot
sworn to clan, beloved clan was their club!
Masters of vast lands, in valley of trees
Shepherds of flocks defended only by staffs.
Others arms makers, broad-swords forged true
More recent times, sailors of seven seas!
Yet I dare to honor father's proud name
With pen marks and compassion's flaming glow.
Family dear, loved beyond my own life
As I breathe, teach my son to do the same!
With humility, pray these words hold true
Each day, I shall bless those I most cherish.
At night, guard lives even should it cost mine
With honor, pay great homage that is due!
January 9th, 2017
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What's in a name? - Poetry Contest
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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
1. BROGUE
The term brogue (/bro?g/ BROWG) generally refers to an Irish accent. Less commonly, it may also refer to certain other regional forms of English, in particular those of Scotland or the English West Country.[1][2]
The word was first recorded in 1689.[3] Multiple etymologies have been proposed: it may derive from the Irish bróg ("rough or stout shoe"), the type of shoe traditionally worn by the people of Ireland and the Scottish Highlands, and hence possibly originally meant "the speech of those who call a shoe a 'brogue'".[4] It is also possible that the term comes from the Irish word barróg, meaning "a hold (on the tongue)", thus "accent" or "speech impediment".[5] A famous false etymology states that the word stems from the supposed perception that the Irish spoke English so peculiarly that it was as if they did so "with a shoe in their mouths".[6]
I had her shoe in hand
Her fragrance hesitant to leave the room
The clock had struck midnight
And my Cinderella left my heart
Leaving me clinging to the memories I had of her
See, she came with the promise to love
One of a kind, pure like a dove
But all she did was dance and make merry
For by midnight she had to hurry
As fast as she came, she left
In anguish i cried out loud and wept
The chord on my heart strings
Turned from a ballard to a dirge
And each pluck of the string took me back to my oblivion
Where love was a distant past and an improbale future
This is a student poem- submitted under my name. I take no credit except for pushing the form.
Author- VK 11 years old
Where does poetry hide?
For, having poetry alone is a privilege upon itself
By what means do we use to draw it out?
Is it under a bookshelf, once extraordinary, now forgotten?
Perhaps under your pillow, like your tooth,
your most treasured possession?
Is it discarded, but only to be recycled into something new?
And why, do we perhaps treasure those that are hiding anywhere?
To bask in its beauty, like the rays of the morning sun?
Or to understand, to ponder,
to answer questions otherwise known to none?
To read for pleasure and fun, to drag through it,
just to say you're done?
Where does poetry hide?
For it could be anywhere,
In a desk, in a book, in a shoe, in a school,
And what will happen when we find it?
Will we treasure it always, never let it go?
Will we read it for the sake of reading,
Will we share it for everyone to know?
Will we show the world God's gift to man,
A hidden treasure, anywhere, for you to find it?
Where does poetry hide, the answer is now evident.
It is anywhere and everywhere, for you to discover,
for poetry is everything.
If it's a crime to love you,
lock me up, key and all!
Tell it all over the news,
let it ring from city hall!
It's an open and shut case,
it's a shoe-in, a smoking gun!
It's in plain view, it's a no-brainer,
it was me! Yes, I'm the one!
You've caught me red handed,
reaching in the cookie jar!
All the evidence is conclusive,
I'm the one! Guilty as charged!
There are plenty of witnesses,
and no need to cross-examine.
No testimony is necessary,
the verdict won't be challenged!
Don't expect a high-speed chase,
I'll gladly turn myself in now.
Here I am, awaiting sentence,
bang the gavel! hand it down!
Just throw the book at me!
Dead man walking here! I'll keep,
my love for you behind these bars,
'til the day you set me free.
Poor man's prayer
Lord, don't fix the hole in my sole
For the shoe can be replaced
I can walk a mile, tread softly on the sole
Avoid the puddles and pebbles
The thorns
Deftly reaching my destination
Lord, fill the hole in my soul
That life has dug deep, lord
Make me feel whole again
Let me steep in your love
Like a tea-bag, Lord
Lord, I know the hole in my belly,
In my shoe, in my clothes
Is only temporary
But the hole in my soul
Is taking it's toll, Lord
Fill it, Lord I pray
Valentine! Valentine!
Love can be sweet with intense passionate kisses,
Love can be colourful like colour of strawberries,
Love can be blue like the sky above you valentine,
Love can be yellow and warm like the morning sunrise,
Love can be peaceful like the serene of your heartbeats,
Or like the whispering of trusting words to our souls.
Valentine! Valentine!
So many years of loving you,
So many things I have done for you,
Still, I couldn’t find the reason to tell you,
Why the hell I haven’t bought the ring for you.
Valentine! Valentine!
You are my rose and I am your shining sun,
You are the colour of my rainbow when it rains,
You are the driver of my orbit in the shining moonlight,
And the light that photosynthesis my loving starlight,
Valentine! Valentine!
Be my world and let me be your moon,
Be my protector and let me your torch in the gloom,
Be my soul and let our bodies dance in devotion,
Be my queen and let me be your throne in your kingdom.
Valentine! Valentine!
You are the lonely island in my ocean,
The caring shoe in my closet,
The tidal of waves in my beautiful heart,
The gentle lands of our children,
The constant companion in my life,
The oxygen of my breath,
The slayer of my weakness,
The peaceful dreams in my life,
The raindrops in my dinner dresses,
The sunshine on my face,
The snow in my Winterfell,
And the magic of OUR TRUE LOVE.
I WILL CHERISH, LOVE, CARE AND MAKE YOU HAPPY FOREVER MY VALENTINE!!!!!!!!!!!!
I really have to say
I'm much like a shoe in a way
for down on the ground
I am usually found
with a foot in my mouth every day
Writhing patchwork
Vivified
With negative charge
Shirt-n-tie shoe-in
Lunch-n-punch reports
Control over who?
Crisp tailoring hides
Grisly quilt
Stitched of you
Alpha goat
Clip-clop
Over you
Alpha rat
Gnawing
On you
You
Try Out Trump
Hillary how heavenly she had been
For President shoe in and sure to win
Why with off of the ability of her's
No wonder dogs bark and a cat purrs.
Voting for her is like in choir singing
Causing shrill bells to start ringing
Any resistance is sure to squelch
Those with bad manners who belch.
Over and over had been Hillaryfied
Even after Republicans lied and lied
And to turn tide what God did do
Gave honorable Hillary to me and you.
She brought vivid picture of vivation
Could be induced into our great nation
On second though would have to wait
To try out Trump as Secretary of State.
Ho Ho Jim Horn
[This is a cleaned up version of a very old joke. Ive sat on
it for a week or two debating whether it might still be a
little too rude. Ultimately, I’ve decided to risk it with
profuse apologies to anyone who hoped they were about
to read a romantic sonnet.]
***
Sam and Suzy parked the car and started making out
They’d got quite lewd and fully nude then Sam began to shout
The car was now on fire and the flames he couldn’t handle
He yelled, ‘I thought I told you not to light that scented candle.’
They leapt out of the car and all their clothes went up in smoke
And then Sam tripped and hollered, ‘Ouch my blinking leg is broke.’
He tried to hop but then he had to curse his rotten luck
His foot slipped in a crevice and was well and truly stuck
He said, ‘Go get some help and say they can’t come soon enough.’
‘I can’t do that,’ she said, ‘because I’m stood here in the buff.’
He spotted an old shoe which seemed an unexpected oddity,
‘Hold that down below and it will cover up your modesty.’
Soon she reached the town they’d driven through so recently
And so she held the shoe in place to keep her decency
She only had the shoe to hide herself from all the town
Some tried hard to not look up and some to not look down
She stopped a man and said, ‘I don’t suppose you’ve got a truck,
because my boyfriend Sam needs help, he’s well and truly stuck.’
The man said, ‘I’m so sorry, Miss, but I can’t lead you on,
from where I’m standing your poor fella’s simply too far gone.’
In my perfectly ironed attire,
I seek the one I desire.
Here I am, at the ball,
Planning to catch your fall,
I hear you in my mind as your luscious eyes call,
Pride in my chest, as I stand so tall
With the glass shoe in my hand, our eyes meet
Our bodies greet
And by your side I place a seat
With the glass shoe in my hand, I place your foot in
And your foot does not fit
As the men around us laugh and grin
My heart more silent than a pin
As the hair rises on my skin
My jaw drops along with my chin
I was so sure you were the one
But I forcibly left instead
I was carried away in stun
And realized that the old fairy tale was dead
Spellbound and Speechless
there is no reply to justify this
language of anxiety, a sacred privacy
i stay invading ya thoughts
like thieves in the night i only want ya heart
it's imperative that this narrative is inked in ya mind
like hot, sexy hieroglyphs on the base of a spine
remember mine?
i don't think you do
in case you can't read between the lines it says Jeru
follow the Nile and you will find "salem" dripping from beneath
overflowing in the silk petals of sheets
even when i'm awake i speak your name
as if a dream at night is to far away
as if we never missed a kiss and you are in view every day
you have always been more than a friend
from the time we said hello to the last time we spent
i just love to look in your eyes
to me you do not lie
im your truth serum
i envy any more near him
i want to be the goose bumps when the bed is no longer warm
want to be ya panic room in the midst of the storm
hide your self in me like
ya tongue in my...
kissin more than my innocence
gettin wet wasn't even what i reminisce
its ya heart
its the way you tied my shoe in the middle of the world
they way you call me "mama" yet i am your baby girl
revolving around us i heard nothing but the sound of our undying lust
and what the lady said when we had our palm read on the trip
to the ancient village in the depths of Egypt
ya spontaneity is ridiculous
i am a lady and you treat me as such
that is why love has a different meaning between us
contemplating decades to come
could you age like finer wine or coco rum
you are the only thing keeping me from heaven
God is the Reason I have lacked Sinfelon
He worked all day and he worked all night to get each shoe in line
people came and people went," how much, can you fix mine ?"
"take a number" he would say and then, he sewed in time..
The cobbler man was one of a kind, he never robbed them blind
Each day they would return to find a polished pair so nicely shined
Over by the shelf there sat a pair of ladies chocolate coated shoes
Size 9 fits all , the sale tag read, for you, only $9.99
He rang up the sale and with a smile he gave her a warning wad
"Never wear them in the rain, and oh ! "Happy Valentine's Day"
She wore them out that day 5 feet six inches tall and very proud.
but when the rain arrived with pelting drops of wet she cried
"Oh no !" The chocolate shoes turned velvet red, the color of
the devil's ked. But Cupid knew that Satan had no hand at love,
so he aimed and shot the target right, and a gentle man with
chocolate shoes arrived and said, "The cobbler right ?" She smiled
a nervous smile "Yes" I know, I paid him too, only 9.99 right" "Yes"
Then she knitted a frown and said," but your shoes are still brown"
"Ah yes, well, they got varathane. "
and suddenly her eyes began to shine, "would you be my Valentine?"