Best Sox Poems

Sir Homophone came to meet the maid that somehow stayed so slim.
Her feat was to stay chaste to him and yet by his feet be...

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Daylight fades, a city pulsates, and traffic is reflected in store windows.  
Hurrying headlights come out of the darkness. 
They crisscross like dueling knights....

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NEWS FLASH

“Look out for vampires!
For sure they’re very charming
I’d say disarming
Don’t look into their eyes
Or you’re in for a surprise!

Don’t think they are sweet
They think...

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A Fond Farewell
By
M P Walsh

I text her every day at Ten, just to say good day,
Ask how’s it going, Nana, is everything okay?
Did you sleep...

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I long to live by the sea...
A house among the shoreline, quiet and at peace
The sight of the ocean through the window from my bed
Brisk...

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There's an innocent time that I recall
  when every girl is Cinderella at a bobby-sox ball
each guy, a penny-loafer prince in a white letter...

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At our house we had what was called an ‘odd sock drawer,
A place which the whole family could keep odd socks to store.

Quite often the...

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baseball and poetry love them both
just like writing baseball excites me too
and during the recent months they’ve gain growth
love it as much as writing an...

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My friends at poetrysoup 
Keep pushing me on
I stop to take a deep breath 
And Daniel Larson might say "What's next"

I'll write about a bird,...

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Never saying die, their courage sorely tested, 
they fought so valiantly to win one more; 
seemingly defeated, they always battled back, 
then Damon put the...

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Written in summer of 1976.


I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessmen from Campbell Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed...

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How I Got Rich and What Happened Then

I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessman from Campbell's Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each...

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I remember as 
   a kid 
my mother gave my copy 
   of Frank Waldman's 
"Bonus Pitcher" 
   ...

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How Did It Get So Late So Soon?

Lines on my face
How did that happen?
How did it get so late so soon?
Gray-streaked hair
and creaky old joints
How...

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The 60's
The look was penny loafers, bobby socks,
pleated skirts, button up shirts,
bell bottom pants and headbands
Flower children were also the era, 
Stood for peace and...

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