Best Shoed Poems

Northern winters harbor harshness.
Freezing confetti and sun lit bottlecap.
Snow angels can never warm the backs 
of cinderblock children and gray eyed cats.

Northern winters push the hobbled hobos...toward the equator.
To nibble the candied ribbons of warmth.
Sashay the deer and goldfinch trails.
To pretend they're a white shoed,...

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He billed himself as an expert in the field of "equine podiatry",
Better known as a farrier for farmers and the cream of society!
Keeping horses shod and their hooves polished was his vocation.
With horseflesh he'd had many an interesting confrontation!

He always had a roll-yer-own dangling from...

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"The End of America"

remember 
when 
we danced
our fingers 
mapping 
velvet secrets
across scorched
skin whispering
smiles encouraging
a little lovely 
wanton sin 
like we were 
playing keys 
turning our
worlds over 
for words 
unlocking 
hearts 
you could 
taste the 
salt pools 
satin tongues 
like book marks
parked in life 
tidal pulsing...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV Part Two
                 II

The first signs reek tell-tale
Buffer-to-buffer parking lots choc-a-bloc
Long insistent hornblowing concertos announce the Yin’s arrogant...

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LATE AUGUST

It’s late August    with Labor Day on my mind
Something sharp and indistinct is in the air
I sense it all along my prickled skin
My forehead    in my hair

Kids would seem to play more frantically    as though...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
 Part One                               ...

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walking to work 
in a *****small town
with the cars whizzing by &
the peering drivers 
with 
bulging beady eyes
(fat behind the wheel,
never exercising, with
heart attacks & heart disease
just round the bend),
with curiosity that 
killed the
****ing cat,
with classism eyelashes &
the want of the white picket
fence, amidst the...

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I watched her as she danced
her entire body
ached with artistic beliefs 
and organised thoughts
fractals of light
shone
through the bottom seam of the tutu
as she looked down at her pointe-shoed 
feet
she adjusted the edge of her tutu,
the part attached to the leotard
pulling it tighter before the next...

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Can your calluses callus enough that God’s touch
will not touch a nerve ending (to reach you) if God
wants to kiss you (wants contact?) Yes, there! I’d guess not!
But that does leave unanswered if God would allow
you to ‘unfeel’ that feeling, to unring His knock
up your...

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examine the mouth of the river
listen to its excited conversations
compare its  shimmering to
ululating silver bangles

walk into the riverbed and cover
yourself in golden sediments
mud bathe- then rinse in the river
spread your wings like a butterfly

glare at the sun stinging
your heart out with its
very BRIGHTNESS
until Old...

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Issy was in first year at Exeter University, 
Coming home from a trip to the cinema, 
Travelling in a car at 60mph, high velocity,
When they were hit by another vehicle. 

Six months in hospital, crushed five ribs, 
A severed liver, and a badly broken back,
Left...

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Bent glass danced light from windows over looking vacant playgrounds,
as Mr. Ingersall taught refraction and dispersion.

Rainbows tap-danced walls to chalkboard, brushing equations,
while impish hues soft-shoed solutions chased previously with tears.

From a lackluster world of rummy princes and fermented fairy tales,
the girl's heart tripped fantastic in...

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up through the sewer into the street
nice little window
could see what i missed
the bustle of shoed feet
a purposeful din
as they kicked about the puddles
pretty ladies in sequin dresses
constricted by a velvet shawl
at the heel of a good man
a rich one
he kicked me a drink
that was...

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High heels
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

Why do women wear high heeled shoes?
I really do not know.
That’s because I am a man.
And my shoe heels are low.

Is it so when they are shopping?
In the supermarket’s where they do...

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God We Have To Thank

Was a famous priest named Father Frank;
And when seen how our sad  hearts sank;
Loved a lot;
He said not;
God we have to thank for pulling a prank.

There once had been a promising pastor;
Did perturb us by being a big procraster;
Had a...

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