Long Autographs Poems
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My Shoe Collection
Shoes
Nice if you have them
Shoes
There is love
There is happiness
When the next path of your journey
You take with shoes on your feet
Shoes
I am coming out of the closet
I am not a woman
But I do have too many shoes
Shoes
Love and relationships
Why there are a lot like a pair of shoes
At times, things may stink and smell
Yet still better as a pair
Shoes
If I could walk a mile
In everyman’s shoes
I could walk forever
Never having to buy my own
Red Shoes
The Red Socks
Will never win
Without good running shoes
Blue Shoes
If only I had blue shoes
Of suede
Id be dancing with you
After the autographs
Shoes
Homeless people wish for shoes
Millionaires wish for closets
Big Shoes
My feet are so big
Ladies buy me my shoes
Shoe Sale
The man with one leg
Looks for shoe sales
At half off
The Hookers Shoes
A good hooker
Never has used shoes
Academy a Wards
Winners and losers
All complain about their shoes
Petty and jealous, the famously inane
Their shoes show their vain
Shoe Diversity
They come in many fashions
In shoes there is humanities design
We all walk the path of human strife
All Shoes matter
Celtic Shoes
Irish Shoes
Scottish shoes
Welsh shoes
All meet at the pub
So their feet can have a rest
While the mouths imbibe with chatter
If all goes well
Later on
The shoes fall off in a clatter
Miami Vice
Got the finest shoes from Miami
Found out they were fakes
Tongues were bent and crooked
Must have come from crocodile skinned tears
Mocking the homeless with no shoes over the years
The Great Canadian Shoe Trapper
The trapper goes for beaver pelts
The millionaire goes for shoes of felt
Armani makes it all the way
Only when the consumer comes out to play
The Shoeless Argentine
If you wish to invade the Falkland’s
Remember to bring your shoes
Cause your dictator has all your money
He cares not if you really lose
Expecting the Best
She knew she would be a movie star signing autographs.
A ballerina magically pirouetting and preening in the best ways
When she was four, five, and six.
At eight she expected to be a fire chief.
Wearing the red hat, saving lies, climbing into hot windows.
She would save everybody in this world.
Being a professional rescuer.
She was perpetually upbeat, and positive.
No matter how many tried to knock off her crown,
Even when they boxed her ears and made her sad,
Accusing her of things she would never do,
She retained her optimistic attitude, and
Expected the best of them the next time.
Always looking forward to finding their good.
Expecting the best.
But accepting the
rest and gracefully.
Her attitude landed her wonderful jobs,
Gave her a church who loved her, a minion for a husband
Who begged her to order him about.
She never would. He knew this, it is why he fell in love with her.
She was a rescuer, blessedly expecting the best in everyone.
Usually finding it too.
Her children grew up marveling at their mother's
Ability to listen to others, pay attention, and care.
To do the right thing, and stand up for each and every underdog.
They learned also to expect the best.
They were not disappointed.
Being taught by two of them.
The Lying Tongue
sang a song
The Flattering Tongue
played along
The Know It All Tongue
intended the composition
The Meddling Tongue
held it's position
The Harsh Tongue
kept quiet for once
The Tactless Tongue
reluctantly obliged
The Rude Tongue
got annoyed
The Loquatious Tongue
was soon overjoyed
The Discouraging Tongue
hummed on
The Self-Depreciating Tongue
became withdrawn
The Argumentative Tongue
thought it all wrong
The Boasting Tongue
thought it right on
The Hasty Tongue
felt it was contrite
The Discouraging Tongue
and all this singing
The Indiscreet Tongue's
awkward whistling
The Complaining Tongue's
plodding drone
The Cursing Tongue
let out a no-no moan
The Judgemental Tongue
liked that a lot
The Self-Absorbed Tongue
rolled it's eyes
The Retaliating Tongue
held out a hat
The Intimadating Tongue
offered a prize
The Cynical Tongue
just laughed
The Accusing Tongue
choreographed
The Gossiping Tongue
signed autographs
The Doughting Tongue
crooned the refrain
The Accusing tongue
blasted the blame
The Hasty Tongue
fanned the flames
So the Belittling Tongue
dismissed the party
The Devisive Tongue
composed the ending
And the Silent Tongue
looked on.
* All tongues borrowed from
In a dusty bin, albums lie stacked, old and worn,
Yellowed with age, a few tattered pages hold pictures of a newborn.
Another bears autographs, a favourite band’s ink now faded,
With a young girl’s crush and tears, memories created.
Years of life captured through childhood and beyond,
Each image, a fragment echo of lives once vibrant, creating a bond.
Stories of laughter and love now unfold,
In fading photographs, only shadows remain untold.
Reminders of yesteryear we hold tight before they disappear,
A collection of memories, faces fading, but to the heart the feeling is still dear and near.
I posted my hair on instagram.
Not the actual hair but a bad photo of it.
It got three million hits in two days.
So now I am an Internet sensation?
I cannot walk down the street without
giving autographs. Someone pulled a lock
of my hair yesterday! Ouch!
My relatives saw my address, so they know
I no longer live in a van down by the river.
That’s the one bad thing about being an IS.
One mistake apparently, paying for it forever.
What is this? A check to advertise for Handy Dandy
Brush That Hair Company? One dollar and sixty-two cents!
I am taking a photograph of my worst cavities now.
Early morning agenda
Buzz of Monday surprise;
Ordinary work day styles
~~~~~~~~~
Crowds congregate
Train station congestion;
Sea of mobile handsets
~~~~~~~~~
Heartland playground
Toddlers re-invent playtime;
Happy commotions
~~~~~~~~~
Sea of blank faces
Each a fine story;
Checkmate situation
~~~~~~~~~
Odd one out
Smiling old uncle;
Good morning sunshine
~~~~~~~~~
Muted cacophony
Three old ladies talk;
Hypermart bargains
~~~~~~~~~
Headline news screams
Another war somewhere;
Quirky exhortations
~~~~~~~~~
Obituary page today
Sample faces gone away;
Passage to a new world
~~~~~~~~~
So much sadness here
Suffering outbursts implode;
Quiet desperation
~~~~~~~~~
Neighbourhood police visit
House call noise complaint;
Seeking autographs
~~~~~~~~~
Bougainvillea outburst
Maroon, orange, pink, violet;
Shades of heated arguments
~~~~~~~~~
Rain clears hazy outlines
Skyline now crystal clear;
Original apparitions
~~~~~~~~~
Listen now and hear
Crickets melodrama;
Nightfall by city fringes
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
03 November 2014
Singapore
I thought about this long and hard
In fact I thought about it all the time
What would happen to belly button lint
If you set the stuff on fire
I collected more than enough
Over the years to see this through
So I went and invited a few friends along
The word it spread and the crowd it grew
All the folk from the town came out
They'd been collecting belly button lint just like I had
Not quite as impressive a pile as mine
I guess I'm the biggest belly button lint dust collecting man
That's (B.B.B.L.D.C.M.) if you want to simplify who it is I am
You might think that's something to be proud of
And believe me when I say that I am
After I got through signing autographs
We proceeded with my grand plan
The crowd stepped up one by one
To toss their lint onto the pile
Coming close to blocking out the moon
As the pile grew ever higher
(Finally the time had come to light up
the famed belly button lint dust fire)
It was Frankie who spoke up first
And said he'd be honored to flick his bic
That was the very last time we saw any of him
Frankie and the lint lit up like a rocket ship
When the shock wore off I turned around
And saw the whole town up in flames
I've had a lot of great ideas before
I'm not quite sure this was one of them
I now live in a hippie commune in the woods
Since my towns no longer there
It's kind of lonely without Frankie around
Although there's still that lingering hint of burning hair
I no longer collect belly button lint these days
I sure learned my lesson with that
Haven't worked out the details of my next grand idea
But I can tell you it involves a big ball of my ear wax
i plant a tree in the unit of your soul
i embrace the happiness that refuses to hide in a corner
i loosen up slowly thank in part to the brightness of your quiet genius
i never thought it would be you who lives your life signing autographs of influence
when i wake up every morning, i take in the nature of your smile
heaven is at arm's reach, and God is a gentle peck away
you water the flower in the condo of my mind
what grows, as a result, is a foundation of stability
green i am to your faithfullness and your loyalty
you make loving to love easy and sincere
you make the assurance of definitive truth existant and believable
you make the heartbeat of forever's infinity reachable and retrievable
we do not have to pretend or play some odd and ridiculous role
to honor you, i plant a tree in the unit of your soul....
A Well known Noun was signing autographs at the:
Music Verbing Area in a Noun, outside of Nounia.
Someone in the booth began playing the song
"Dipathong Montra" and everybody started dancing.
Stable oject and verses perceived actions were
sought and sifted: these people knew what the sound was,
and where it was coming from, and what to do with it!
They were' getting down", "doing the thing The dynamic urgency
of the sound, thump and move, rhythmic and rhythm. Dance
the kinetic verb: bump and grind smile and grinning some of that
"ooh Yeah!"Kinetically Genius " no sound unwanted and no motion
wasted.."Pageantry and Grooves" nothing used." Motion friendly
women do it best. The one's who like dancing with you and
not just song monitering" "That thang came across the speakers and
every one who knew music started getting it in."
There are no words
There are no words, to describe the pain
there are no words to try to explain
How senseless gun violence is!
There are no words, there are way too many tears
there are no more words to allay your many fears
From wicked evil acts!
There are no words, to describe how we feel
there are no words, the numbing pain is real
The loss is overwhelming!
There are no words, to explain why man kills
there are no words to explain or justify the thrill
There just... are no words!
This poet is...left speechless!
A young mother who is pregnant is shot dead in her car in Toronto
no known motive.Her baby delivered by C section died yesterday.
Christina Grimmie popular young singer shot dead signing autographs after concert.
John Derek Hamilton
June 11,2016