Dancing blind is what they called us,
we both had two left feet.
I moved on the dance floor,
then she followed me gracefully.
Awkward it became,
as they laughed at us.
We did not care,
as we held each other tight in love.
In love with each other,
in love with the rhythm of the music.
In our last big turn,
our canes showed.
The room went silent,
only the music could be heard.
Now they knew we were blind,
but not by the music or by our feet.
OF FAITHFUL FORTIFIED FEET
In the chill
of the night,
pining, piercing pain,
took its toll on the spirit
of my weary pedals:
swollen, aged feet,
seeking Hannibal-like
courage to meet
new sunrise challenges
tomorrow will bring
to a primed soul
still sojourning
struggle:-
Pray tell,
it’ll be God’s will,
that these
worn soles,
will stand
my worn soul,
perpendicular
to the worn
soil of life:
keeping me
in elephant-walking calmness,
in another blessed day, sacredly
still sojourning the struggles of life—
struggles, God streams us overcoming:-
One day he'll be gone.
You'll say don't know where, nor care.
Even though by dawn
I'll have made you be the one
Who buried him under there.
Wherever I may hop
and plop them down
in summer my hind feet
are a shade of brown
yet in winter white
which leave large footprints
each and every night
but then by day
I'll have you know
they give the game away
as is my inborn habit
here there and everywhere
for at best I'm less a rabbit
more a snowshoe hare
tiny feet patter
she scampers across kitchen
chasing cheerio
Died like old ketchup.
I’m as full as having a heart.
But my heart tissue is scattered as a drained pool.
I’m the body at the bottom of the freezer but everyone’s tossing frozen meals on me.
I’m scrap metal.
I died but death doesn’t tell you that.
The pulses weep energy and I receive such electricity.
My feet died first.
Then my left leg.
Then my right…
As I snuggle beneath the sheet
I thank you Lord placing my feet
at such a distance from my nose
and all else 'tween my head and toes.
Though other things you could improve,
of this design I do approve.
Dad said I was a moving,
my feet and body was a grooving.
At three in dance school.
moves that were very cool.
Dance in my body and soul,
a gypsy dance or rock-n- roll.
My feet,
dance floor they will eat.
Choo choo!
Yum cha—woo!
dishes glide
on choo-train
the chicken
feet enthrall
claws aloft
footsie soft
sauce clings
joy sings
rich stew
nibbled slow
skin slips
happy lips
bones bare
more there!
Choo choo!
Yum cha—woo!
Street lights in the clouds
Beneath my feet is heaven
Kiss me Africa
Twelve feet of water,
it feels so good to go deep.
Swimming with the stars
green eyes full of my high dives,
fireworks without insurance.
Touching the surface
for the briefest of moments,
give me forever.
Trading everything I have
could never feel like too much.
Sprinting through the pool
my split second fins fly like wings.
I add swift designs,
stills on a rolling canvas.
Dangerous, but so is fear.
The band forms via destiny sprinkled with chance.
Traveling backroads, they bond in blood and struggle.
Moreover, there's love, camaraderie, perseverance.
Destined to lick the tangy mist atop their peak.
The journey, deeply rooted in soul-seasoned sweat.
Ego arrives bearing a rash of tiny leaks.
Slowly sinking, they jump ship and disband.
Going solo, seeking and kneading their own clan.
Sometimes they try to reunite to recapture the past.
But it just isn't quite right; the magic has jumped the vinyl groove.
Green feet have no desire to step back into worn shoes.
Sun in His Bare Hands
A boy walks bare feet through hot street
With balloons like sun he holds with pride
His hands are cracked, the summer burns
Through hot street, bare feet, the boy walks
The summer burns, his skin like coal
His hands are cracked, the summer burns
He waits for coins, eyes calm and gold
With skin like coal, the summer burns
He waits for coins, eyes calm and gold
With sad balloons, he stands alone
His heart is pearl no dust can soil
Eyes calm and gold, for coins he waits
His heart is pearl no dust can soil
Across the road his thin feet roam
One day he’ll rise above the thorn
No dust can soil, the pearl of heart
waiting all day for your call
loving you since four feet tall
i couldn’t ever regret kissing you
i wanted to taste your sadness
was it wrong of me to dream of this?
your soul is a special shade of blue
staying up to watch you sleep
holding hands and softer dreams
with your eyes shut, you look softer too
running down the street at night
stars blink like the christmas lights
snow keeps comin’ down, i’ll miss you too
speak to me, don’t tell me lies
life flickers like fireflies
nobody’s gonna love you like i do
Their feet still fly
arms raised to the sky
Their hearts still yearn
the fire yet burns
Their hopes still soar
as in days of yore
They'll soon storm the world
their passions unfurled
Old folks say their generation’s doomed
values upside down, introspective gloom
Throwing storied traditions to hell
(Perhaps that rings a bell) …
Dear friend, before you hang yourself in utter despair
Gaze in the rear-view mirror ~ See you and me there?
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