Brogues Poems - Poems about Brogues

...If you’re looking for yuletide cynicism here, you’re shopping in the wrong place. This is New York City’s time of year. It’s stood the test of time and it fairly sparkles, proving that the ordi......

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...It was the sound that first drew me to the low street-facing window. I cleared a small spot in the grime and was rewarded by ankles. Clickity-clack, clickity-clack. Joie de vivre discernible ......

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...Conceived of wool and birthed Siamese In grand factories by hands unheard. My socks move into separate drawers Like orphaned siblings. Soon Each of my six pairs are strangers that move in per......

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...Don’t you see the skip of my jolly heels, skipping about the globe while planting stars? Ask then from mother earth what joy she feels When my rubber sole and her corners spar. In offices, they......

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...It’s 1:30am and we were at a cute little dance club in Dublin called “The Sugar Club.” It’s a converted movie theater with tables in stadium seating rows. That night was Salsa themed, and the regular......

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...Roads rising up from Irish mists in merry jigs To the flowing tenor song Sung by the River Boyne born from Tara's Keep As Patrick's paschal fire Weaves truth from stones of blarney And lucky cha......

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...From north, south, east and west This is the town to beat the rest, Where history and present blend As through its many streets you wend. Where once a monastery so great From every view woul......

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...Here he stands, Edwardian vogue, sometimes with his spats, sometimes with his brogues below his dungarees. With rounded collar points and tie, and jacket donned below this flying suit, his waste is......

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...A respectable girl was she; or so she appeared to be Living alone in her dear little cottage at number seventy three Each day she left home bright and early, as she walked to the railway station......

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...From a distance I saw the way she was staring at him I couldn't possibly fathom what she felt cos I haven't been in He must have captured her heart and ‘fort knoxxed’ it I could see the love drool......

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..."Headline news! The rag trade is torn to pieces! Dolls are strewn across the streets with skirts lifted high. Headline news! Markets are buzzing with voracious bees; Stinging for honey, for money ......

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...Barefoot, blistered and bleeding She wanders in from the street People stare, flabbergasted Very odd, unheard of in fact She doesn’t know her size So like Cinderella, she tries them on Random......

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...Woven from the ripple sentiments, an overture of things seems to come. Like an instinctive feel that draws time, a weighty thought has mighty call. Drawn in swooping strokes of ink, are bits and......

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...He turned into a rooster, right there before my eyes His arms became plump chicken wings, imagine my surprise His chest puffed out and swelled with pride his back a feathered thatch His scruffy br......

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