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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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People walking dogs
Should always carry a scooper
Dog doo is stinky...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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turtles slowly walk
millions of years yet to go
odd, simple, reptiles...

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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...

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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...

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tiny waves tickle
footprints gently washed away
firmly holding hands...

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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...

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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...

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