Best Walkers Poems
The walkers ... aimless and ambling,
stagger, strut and stumble toward
their solitary scenarios.
An occasional erect form jogs
the stomping sound of feet submerged
in the staccato hum > the rapid fire buzz
the blaring horns of traffic.
The colors of life appear random ...
as flashing retinal after images
on closed lids, constantly
refreshed by rubbing.
A geometry of pretense
is etched into the forebrain of the fragile,
for all walk ... the sane, the insane
the righteous, and the negligent
the skeletal structure
correlating and communicating
the random pattern of life
to the Universal eye
from this earthen plane.
Ghouls
Zombies
Dead of night
Creatures undead
Whoever started this must be insane.
Is it likely these creatures entertain?
Living instead
Spreading fright
Or ease
Fools
written by Cecil Hickman
Date 11-01-2013
Walkers crisps should be forced to comply
With trade description legislation
And stop disappointing their customers
With their artificial flavourization
When purchasing a bag of Walkers crisps
The connoisseur would think it a mistake
If he was unable to detect the distinct flavour
Of sweaty cagoule and Kendal mint cake
Walkers crisps should be forced to comply
With trade description legislation
And stop disappointing their customers
With their artificial flavourization
When purchasing a bag of Walkers crisps
The refined palate of an epicurean
Would be gravely disappointed if they did not
Taste of Rambler, Hiker or Pedestrian
Wisemen, shaman, and medicine men understand skin-walkers
These are usually quiet meditative types, not the biggest talkers.
People who can transform into bears, wolves, eagles and fox.
Men and women who self-hypnotize and live outside of society’s box.
Through dance, hunting rituals and songs they learn to let go.
Their egos do not hold them back, they are filled with a knowing glow.
The dancer becomes the spider, the eagle, the hummingbird, the catfish.
Shapeshifters transform into part or all of an animal as the skin-walkers wish.
When I shapeshift I feel the energy in my hands and they begin to spin.
Being a skin walker aka shapeshifter helps me to score my big win.
I am a badger some days, outgoing, personable, independent and bold.
Other times I am a bobcat, nocturnal, and keeper of all secrets gold.
Written 5-18-2022
Contest: Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
People walking dogs
Should always carry a scooper
Dog doo is stinky
Crutches, walkers, knee wraps, ankle wraps, wheelchairs, hot and icy.
Yes, I do have all of these things, ice bags too, and I am not afraid to use them.
I have arthritis in my feet. It is crazy how awful it can be to take a step sometimes and know
You cannot take another one. You have to have an assist to go one more stupid step.
I am always alert, aware, ready, as it happens more and more often lately, especially in stores.
With their hard concrete coming up to meet the bottom of your shoe.
I actually have two walkers, because I did not see the one with the seat
Until I had already bought the one without one.
And I never take anything back.
Our first baby had three buggies,
But that is another story
For another poem.
With so many in this world who fail to live
Passing through seasonal beauty unaware
Never beholding the beauty of springs birth
Unaware of the blooms and blossoms
They cannot hear the cresting wave crash
Or see their faces mirrored on winter ponds
The scent of summer love is an alien mist
Carrying on the breeze of evening fields
They are deaf to the songbirds serenading
And are blind to the gold decorating autumn
Never experiencing the peace of pine forests
Nor respecting the mountain thunderstorms
Eyes opened they are still bind to natures beauty
From her all life springs eternal… experience her
While the moment lasts…
Retreat into the shimmering sand,
with bare feet just drifting along.
Contemplating the waves, the wind
and the voices, follow them all.
Try not to think as you breath,
let go of that endless refrain.
Deconstructing the ways, the pain
and the choices, let go of them all.
Silhouettes like ghosts straight ahead,
and sea gulls that open their shells.
The salty sensations, the distant
reflections, crossing over the wall.
Beach walkers stalking the day,
reconnecting the roots to their core,
The eternal foundation, and love’s
constellation, take care of us all.
turtles slowly walk
millions of years yet to go
odd, simple, reptiles
We belong to a local Mall Walkers Club
We meet every morning bout eight
A determined bunch of gnarly old farts
Who are trying real hard to lose weight
We're all different sizes and funny shapes
None that you'd call slim and trim
A common purpose, we all have in mind
We consider this a walk at the gym
You see us guys are all on fixed incomes
Need to count every penny and such
The gym membership is really outrageous
So the mall is where it don't cost too much
For the price of a coffee and bagel with cheese
Which we tend to gobble up real fast
At the same time we catch up on the latest gossip
They caught Bert with his pants at half-mast
So next week, I'm on Good Morning America
Showing off my trimmed down physique
So watch for me, boys, I'll be waving at you
And all my other fine mall walking geeks!
As I was troubled by the night walkers
Tossing and turning for my last breath was kept from perishing
I was empty of body but full of imagination
Reciting next to my dreams
My past, my comforting visions
For I was to be no more
The life I was given soon to be a memory
My past, my comforting visions
Yet another soul severing from nightmares
I was awaken by the gods
My life was left to see another day
tiny waves tickle
footprints gently washed away
firmly holding hands
Memories hidden in a unique way
Travelers awed by nostalagia
Bridge walkers stopping
Unhurried, unconcerned about time
Making their way slowly
Methodical, meandering, milling teens
Laughing at the ideas they derive from the locks
Smiling because they are together and this is enough
Locking out no one,
Accepting all comers,
Sharing their lives with people of every creed,
Color, religion, of the world and every walk of life
The locks on the bridge
Will be remembered and dreamed of for
Years to come, providing happiness
and lovely smiles on those who remember and were touched.
Oh my yes, I do have two walkers and a chromed wheelchair.
Procured them years ago when I tore my ACL one day.
Twas a mis-adventure of missing a chair high in the air.
When I take a painful arthritic step I do not delay.
Get out my arsenal of aids and travel without a care.
Helped friends who unexpectedly could not walk along the way.
Crazily handy to have these items that I love to share.