Best Tennis Shoe Poems
Wee old Lady Who
Resides in a tennis shoe
Grandsons live there too
WHEWW!
This is a fractured haiku
A funny thing happened on the way to school,
I swear I saw an alligator in Ms. Mary's pool.
I kept on walking but it looked at me hungry,
quickly I threw to him my lunch money.
Then in the tree I heard something chitter,
those noise came from a polka dotted critter.
The thing was crying, it's nest was smashed flat,
so I gave the critter my new baseball hat.
You won't believe it, but I swear it is true,
I met a monkey wearing one tennis shoe.
It made him uneasy when he swung from a vine,
I did what I could and I gave him one of mine.
I thought I could make it to school okay,
I ignored the butterflies that wanted to play.
But I met a giant and something of mine he took,
that is why I don't have my geography book.
He said he needed it for a drink coaster.
I shook so bad I could only say "sure."
What a messed up morning, I tell you true.
You would believe me if it happened to you.
The funniest thing happened when I got to school
It turns out it was SUNDAY, oh boy I'm such a fool.
For Contest: A funny thing happened
Date: 7-21-2018
THINGS WITH STRINGS
Spider's web, strings of stars,
a weaver's loom, and old guitars.
Balls of yarn, and DNA,
string bikini, and crochet.
Cats cradle, spools of thread,
Tails on kites, and hairs on head.
Theory in music, or in science,
together making a string alliance.
Yo-yo, and Pinocchio,
harp, violin and cello.
Catgut bow, and strings of cheese,
or whiskers on a prized Siamese.
Silly String, and G-string,
an strings of birds on wing.
Math strings, "No strings attached,"
a roof that's been heather thatched.
String quilts, strings of pearls,
strings that tie to locks of curls.
Music staff, and balls of twine,
and tendrils from a sweet pea vine.
Heart, balloon, and aprons too,
and laced up in a tennis shoe.
Garland, hamstring, and quartet,
strings on fingers to not forget.
Braided rings, and strings of lights,
pulling strings, and fishnet tights.
Telephone string through tin cans,
woven blankets and knit afghans.
Brown paper packages tied up in string,
needle, lanterns, and wind chimes that sing.
Drawstring, bowstring, and baby's pull toy,
string, strung, and stringing, we're all overjoyed.
By Edlynn Nau
© January 25, 2015
A dashing, young field mouse
Once married a shrew,
And they set up housekeeping
In an old tennis shoe.
When their babies were born--
Not shrews and not mice--
They were the proud parents
Of a shoe full of shrice.
Adamant Face
My mother used to say with an adamant face, "There is a place for everything and for everything a place!”
My goodness, this house is a total disgrace"
So every Tuesday at quarter past 4:OO
each person in our family had the same chore,
to straighten the house and pick up the floor.
We all sighed, then one replied,
“Where do we put things?”
“Where do they go?”
"Where did they come from?"
"We don’t know!”
"Just put things back in their original home.
"Whatever you do, don’t let them roam"
If you don’t know what it's called,
where to put it,
or what it does,
or you can’t throw it out or know it’s name because,
it doesn’t have a match or
there is a piece detached ;
then don’t give up, just keep your chin up.
Leave nothing astray, but please be done by the end of the day"
"There is a place for everything and for everything a place" she reminded us with her adamant face.
Our cleaning began, and what did we find ?
Interesting things of every kind.
Two birthday candles from my cake years ago, rusted nail clippers that trimmed my big toe.
A broken pencil with a very dull end, and a thank you card I forgot to send.
A soy sauce packet stuck to a fork, from a take out order of moo shoo pork.
A spool of thread, the color red, when I sewed my clumsy thumb instead!
Grandpa’s glasses missing one lens
My sister’s retainer
And 2 leaky pens
A postal stamp
A bread bag clip
The top to my mother’s pink lipstick.
A germy cold lozenge when I had the flu.
A dirty lace from a tennis shoe.
Three receipts from CVS.
A zipper from an old prom dress.
Soon we finished, and one replied,
“Our cleaning is done, we picked up the floor,
No longer a disgrace anymore!"
"We put things back in their original home,
where they belonged and could not roam”
“Mother, that place was the kitchen drawer!"
Our job is done, say no more!
It leads back to the day...
When the formula of perfection was mastered within the voices
of five silhouettes...
Jina, Tara
Shannon, Trena and lastly... Tiffany.
The last that entered this family unit instantly;
With opened arms that was engaged with acceptance and
stability.
For the harmony of these five angels bought happiness, peace,
and satisfaction; especially in the eyes and heart of our king and hero
known as Mr. Roy Saxon.
And as the harmony of voices reached its peak within the lime green home
on Noble/ Monticello...
Tiffany steps out and begins to sing her solo of thanks and
appreciation to her father, and joy... her invaluable Uncle Roy
who taught her the way of God's
Love, faith, and unity that touched and captured the soul amidst the guest of
friendly fellows...
"I could never give back the token of love that you bought into my life".
For
You are the man who turned from my uncle into my father
overnight... and
With that being said...
You'd always jump on me; hitting me upside my head and said
"Hey Kathy!"
All because of that damn t-shirt granny bought and gave to
thee.
From family gatherings to whatever's today's happenings;
there's always a time when you're happy yelling out my adoptive name of
Kathy.
For I still have flashbacks from a floppy tennis shoe; you used in your
rendition of Hee-Haw while dancing around in a circle laughing and saying...
"Kathy, Kathy"; Which is branded and will always be;
Even you had granny calling me Kathy just between you and
me.
So with that being said...
You are my gift from God; my magic rock and stand.
What more can I say?
You embody the royalty of the Saxon name and made it classy.
With all of our love...
Jina, Tara, Shannon, Trena and "KATHY"
The maple tree leaf
Sheens of white upon them lay....
Crystalline manna
Grass lying beneath
Sticky to tennis shoe sole....
small sounds as I walk
The diligent bee
gathering, gathering, fast....
Quiets at twilight.
INTERJECTION:
Some would not return to the hive.
Too heavy to fly,
too far to crawl.
I’m sure they will die...
Inspired by a hive or hornets, deluging
a huge maple tree in my back yard,
which was weeping sap from the leaves.
May 24 2010 For Rick's "Haiku You" contest
The maple tree leaf
Sheens of white upon them lay....
Crystalline manna
Grass lying beneath
Sticky to tennis shoe sole....
small sounds as I walk
The diligent bee
gathering, gathering, fast....
Quiets at twilight.
INTERJECTION:
Some would not return to the hive.
Too heavy to fly,
to far to crawl.
I’m sure they will die...
Inspired by a hive of hornets, deluging
a huge maple tree in my back yard,
which is weeping sap from the leaves.
Feb 2011 Charles Henderson
In the horizon I can see,
a figure of masculinity.
Carrying flowers for his love.
I wish it were him I thought of.
Romantic, not a care to be had.
No tears I shed when I am sad.
You would feed me grapes under the moon.
Sing me ballads making me forever swoon.
The stars would sparkle and shine.
Knowing forever you would be mine.
Then I could say I truly felt love.
Adored like a sweet cooing dove.
We can then be married together.
I could take your name forever.
The honeymoon would be bliss.
Every night sealed in a passionate kiss.
Then when I awake to a mountain of laundry.
Breakfast eggs where the yolks are runny.
Children screaming about life unfair.
A lost tennis shoe seems to be nowhere.
The bills were all due last week.
My voice is to hoarse I can barely speak.
I stare out the kitchen window with a dish in hand.
The pets are begging for me to meet their demand.
This is how real life turns out, so back to work,
washing my plates, spoons, and dirty forks.
commercials for cellphones
commercials for lipsticks
commercials for fragrance
commercial for a gas company
commercial for a golf club
for a car
for shoes
commercial for a cellphone
commercials for painkillers
commercails for a gun
commercial for the lottery
commercials about my happiness
commercials about my life
about my family, your family
what they are wearing
commercial for cuts of meat
commercial for the bread around it
commercial about the future
revolutionize
easy-to-use
quick drying
low down payment
sexy
smart
smart
smart and stylish
stylish and sporty
sporty and sleek
commercial for a cellphone
commercials tell you what's new
commercials about commercials
driving is the new walking
sex is the new talking
eating is the new driving
is the new italian suit
is the new fixed mortgage rate
is the new dual-action cleansing
commercials are the new
all-natural cure
all inclusive round trip
commercials for the middle class
chocolate covered
you deserve this
do yourself this favour
you are a hero you are a saint
a martyr and a legend
commercials know the real you
commercials for god
what cellphone did god buy
what air-freshener
virgin commercials
whore commercials
punch you in the face commercials
scream myself hoarse commercials
commercial fuzz on a screen
commercial memories in my head commercials
go outside for a walk and look
up at a billboard commercials
my house commercials
my shirt and milk
and wife and dog
my speech my smell
my dead grandfather
my unborn daughter
swallow the new commercial
around the corner
colourful utopian euphoric
perfect essential
tennis shoe I would die for
commercials with two legs and a sense of irony
money cancer
money tumour in my
camera-friendly soul
I need it
contagious all-new commercials
jump on the bandwagon
take the ride
commercial me purple
multipurpose horses!!t into diamonds.
We are identical twins
believing in none of the same things
as alike as a tennis shoe is to a tyrannosaurus rex’s jawbone
We used to play and laugh
We had a silent laugh that creeped out the rest of the family
It could last for a month or two at a time
But then one of us grew up, and moved away.
Became a political being, whereas the other one
does not remember half the time which one is a donkey
We are identical twins
who used to have a mother and father
who kept us together, in the same car, at the same church
We used to be together on so many things
Before I realized there are other religions and other languages
And before my twin forgot who she was and became a social media stirrer of trouble.
We barely speak now
When we do we are careful
She professes to hate liberals, and I am the most liberal liberal I know.
Luckily, I also know that she does not know what a liberal is.
Some people do not have to know what “they are” in order to despise them.
Tennis shoe threads mark
A path in the fresh trail dirt
Climbing to where the air thins
A grave stone is placed
Where grand forefathers once stepped
History in a hillside
Apex reached, voice booms
Hello.o.o.o.o.o
I was here, ere, ere, ere, ere
" Ode To Hale Bopp "
In California in 1996
a small group of cultist gathered
and called themselves Heaven’s Gate
as a group practicing
with total faith in their leader
all decided their fate.
For nearly two months
all fully wanting and eagerly waiting
to catch their flight
intently watching
the comet Hale Bopp sweep across the sky
night after night.
Together this group
whole heartily believed
in the comet’s tail was a space ship
they spiritually prepared themselves
as a group
to have a better life Via this trip.
This small group prayed and believed
this space ship would take
their soul’s to Heaven’s Gate
as a group practicing
with total faith in their leader
all decided their fate.
They solely isolated themselves
with their leader after saying good bye
to everything they knew
all arming themselves
with a pocket full of coin
and a certain brand of tennis shoe.
The wrongful beliefs led this cult
into thinking they would be taken
to Heaven’s Gate by this ship
they all spiritually prepared themselves
as a group
to have a better life Via this trip.
Partaking of the kool aid
with their leader praying
as they placed the purple hood over their head
together this small group
of cultist called Heaven’s Gate
were all found to be dead...
Penned By MPK
NOTE: Sometimes we all reflect back into past
history and can find it to be very inspiring...
from Blue to orange,
to purple and pink,
from black to white,
then back to blue,
from sparks of light,
to loud, bold sounds,
with wet cold stuff dripping down,
cold as clay, some may say,
especially through April to May,
when black with white,
we see the light,
of a falling star coming down,
They light the sky and change it to,
it's brighter than my tennis shoe!
Then overnight, it starts all over,
the changing of the sky...
I see you tangled on your bed
Murmuring and chanting and tugging your hair
It would be so simple
Why don’t you come play with me?
Can you not remember?
Our stupid fun together
You always smiled at me
In return, I smiled for you
But all you do is stare now
It would be so simple
Just come play with me
Please, oh please
I hear those voices in my ear
As you just slam your colossal red door
And I peer over your tennis shoe
You're making me beg
Please come play with me
They’re at it again and your hair is mounds
They argue and trample through the night
Panicked, you trace the room
Your clumsy foot smashing my face
Just come play with me
I can hear them shouting now
And you do just the same
Silent but for in your head
Come play with me
I am disgusted by you
And forgotten by you
I want to make you still
Your strands are all over me
God, oh God, why didn't you come play with me?
Then, oh yes, I hear your socks tug and scrap
There yells have made you bald
And I see you think
A tiny thought
A mistake
Your crouching in front of me
Ugly grin fake on your face
I’ll show you kindly, like you showed me
Why you shouldn't have come play with me