Heels Poems

- Dolly Parton - Six-Inch Heels -

         fruity
         beauty

Head Over Heels

How can I tell if you really care?
How can I know you'll always be there?
There've been so many times in the past
I've had relationships that didn't last.
I don't know if I can go through this again,
I'm not sure that it's worth all that pain.
I managed to keep all the others at bay.
I even found that

Life And Times

Said he, “Life is but a short journey, a dead end at best and over all too fast,
but along the way admire the view, enjoy the ride while it may last.
No ifs ands or buts, there are no shortcuts, we all fall by the same sword
and the race well run, from the starting gun, is

Life on Heels

Height 6'1", checked. 
Waist a breath, legs a line,
checked. 
Horned jaws, a sharp decree, 
checked. 
Weight, a feather's fallacy, 
checked.

Groomed, primed, pinched, 
poked, 
A porcelain doll to be arrayed 
before the hungry gaze of 
vultures. 
A spectacle, framed and bright, 
Fascination of the surface.

This is what life on heels looks 
like, my dear. 
The longer

Achilles Heels

I strolled my garden on a day so fair, 
and lo, a sad spider was sitting there.   
I found that I could commiserate 
with the little guy whose legs were eight.
Imagine, my friend, how it feels  
to have so many Achilles heels.

HEELS OF CORRUPTION

A silent, deadly virus
Corruption spreads its stain
Infecting the healthy sectors
Twisting the threads of our governance.  
It carves deep holes where plains once lay
And builds up hills on flat ground everyday.

Even when good is meant to be
A palm must be greased to set it free
A bribe to make breathing easy
Turning virtue into frail hypocrisy. 

Diving into heaven with dirt on heels

(I only thought about becoming a serial killer)

I am laid back even when 
Standing on the loped off shoulders
Jereremy the ant
Jeff the ant
All the j
Auntie dissed establishment tarry 
I like ism’s
Rembering my romance with 
Shakespeare get Gogh
paint my words with            S paces
nearly fillled
Along ago

View From Basement Flat

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
in the rhythm of her hurried pace, 
that's only broken when she skipped 
the crack in the concrete pavement. 
Clickity-clack, clickity-clack.

The fashionable red high heels
heralded slim, well-formed ankles

Cocuss Wood

A thethricail work it's prepartion are structured to have all involved
in a learning position. Each character is to be acted out according to the historical characterization
which was written by the author and composers. The sound is the same as it was when the composition was first written. Only the technology used is different.
He wishes to

Heels Under Head

Water view without you
At least not in the flesh
But in my mind and heart combined 
Are thoughts of you afresh
With dreams of us together
Sharing things we love
Never saying never
To the hope thereof

Come dawn with me at Montauk
We'll watch the great sun rise
From over the Atlantic
To brighten morning skies
Then we'll catch an airplane
And take it way

Drop the Needle On the Record Baby Head and Heels Deep In Love

Drop the Needle on the Record

And that sweet soul music blast

" Baby "
Sorry
" Grandad "

A relic now from a previous age

And when you do and it begins

Listen very carefully to whence it starts

To that beautiful cracking sound it makes

And just sit back relax

As it slowly takes and makes you
drift further back and back in time

And

I Found Myself

I woke up with a tickle in my heart
And shine in my eyes
The day was as marvelous as the flower cart
As if the bee got the nectar after many tries 

The trees were singing as if for me
The paper was inviting
I took my pen and we
Started our journey of writing

Today not only me 
But my

Head Over Heels

My alter ego once told me,
"Do not fall your head over heels
for someone who you just met".
I guess I should've listened 
to his advice while my eyes are closed.
I wish to reset.

Looking at my pocket mirror,
I appear like a cold beer 
in his fave KTV.
His smoke occupies my mind:
Intoxicated yet perplexed,
I gave my fidelity.

For he

She Was Dying To Have High Heels

As soon as you are seventeen, her mother said.
You can wear them to your graduation.
She was thrilled the day she got to try them on.
She tried to pirouette, but it was not graceful.
You will get used to high heels, her grandmother said.
It was a lie. She never got used to them.
They hurt her when she

High Heels

She is no longer young
her calves strain
to be shapely in high stilettos.

She carries herself carefully
hips tilted
above an always sloping floor.
Aloft the pumps
a life mostly in step with yesterday,
yet something in her style
still tilts at timeless windmills.

On balance
a lady of fine & courtly aplomb.
A woman to be admired
for her unsteady grace,
her firm resolve.

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