Long Heels Poems
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Myrtles in the mist
Sunlight streaming in
An ethereal presence
A rainbow of tapestry
Little light purple star flowers
In the ink green darkness
At the heels of the eucalyptus woods
A lavender lullaby, wordless
Bluebonnet faces shady with sleep
A hum of a psalm that is all life throbbing
Earth in constant motion
An ocean cradle rocking for centuries
Apocalypse forever renewed
When dew becomes jewel
And frost sews its lace
A crochet of vines
Embroidery of mosses and flora
Scent and sound
Fragrant rustling of the eucalyptus
On the salt-sea breeze
Swept off from the dunes
The last twinkle in the dusk
Quiet flower heads lie in wait
Of some ancient memory
That may never exist
For some long-forgotten harmony
And heartbreak
Washed in on some far-off shore
When the mist of the morning
And the mist of the dusk
Are indistinguishable
When both command and instill
A hush and halt
A mind-clouding gas
Mesmerize and harmonize
Some mists are eternal
Some a passing glance
Emotions and myrtles go hand in hand
The mists are the spirits of the earth
Myrtles are a lullaby
The evening prayer that glows within.
She had bought into the dream captivated by the idea of wealth
Given herself no mercy, strapped on those pantyhose like holsters.
Envious of the women she saw on lunch hour who had on light dresses
Manifesting in no way toward her soul self, enslaved in an office
Became a babbling computer, spewing out figures, numbers, math.
Hope and optimism gone, her true essence she had begun to deny.
She became a ghost of her former self, her inner journey now dead.
She had ventured away from goodness, her muse’s strength broken.
The chains were real though self-imposed. She lost sight of God.
Jesus slid into an abyss, unclaimed for years. She manifested nothing new.
Her nine to five became six to six, then six to seven. She was a babbling robot.
Until her best friend died, and she realized she had not seen her for twenty-three months.
All changed after that; she broke the corporate chains,
began to dance down streets.
Threw away her suits, claiming light floral dresses,
wore a sun hat, and comfortable shoes.
Gave her high heels to charity,
and began to reinvent the turnpike of her essence.
Wrote poetry, took ballet, manifested a life
that brought Jesus back, and began to live.
One last fitting...
Looking into a full-length mirror
Like seeing another person, who is this amazing creature?
Her reflection, a beautiful woman from some enchanted tale
Yesterday she was a girl child, today a full flower of womanhood
Honey colored hair falling across her cheek
Like a photograph, this moment to keep forever
The hem of the dress sweeps the floor
The fabric arranging itself in gleaming folds
The sleeves flattering like little butterflies
And the deep neckline reveals her best features
Pretty plump shoulders of tan and gold
With high heels, it will be just right
She will wear her Mama's pearl drop earrings
Her Grandmother's locket
Of course she will need to do her hair
Maybe sweep it up high, with little tendrils over her ears
She can almost hear the music in her mind
She glows...she smiles...she takes a deep breath...
She turns, and there is her mother
Handing her father a tissue
And before this day
.....she had never seen him cry.
Your significance in every chapter of me goes beyond
the wonderful art of a creator or the expectations from a deity.
I feel your fatherly soft palms on my waiting back
like a child in need of a superior support.
Such favour you render is like a broad road
with multiple lanes without any pedestrian crossing.
From my existence as proteins to my current status
there’s no single room for me to boast.
I’ve tried to record the doings of my accord
then I realize, with high-heels, I’m just chasing a ghost.
My lips take extra jobs in supplications to you
but from your praises to your rewards,
it’s an easy crossover of a thin coast.
My burdens are turned to appreciation through thanksgiving
then your hand of power reaches me faster than any post.
You essentially meet my needs in raw flesh
and still prepare them for my enjoyment through a sweet roast.
Despite my frequent unfaithfulness and disobedience
your grace and love on me are constantly making a toast.
How great is your compassion and how enduring your mercies;
your adoration and praises from now on, my soul will host.
You can't beat feet,
They're really kind of neat!
Toes and heels,
Small bones in between.
Travels the world,
Wherever you've been.
Can't leave them behind,
When you pack.
They are attached,
You can't give them back!
There are also extras you see,
Nails, boils, and callouses for free.
No extra cost for each separate toe,
Fitted quite well.
In descending order almost like a bell.
You could play them very well,
With a toe stick,
Maybe buy one or make one for free!
Toes on your feet,
Can be a treat!
All can be tickled,
And that causes a shriek!
Few more days, I'll go home..
The feeling is overwhelming..
What changes has happened?
My room, I miss my sanctuary..
The green surroundings..
The barking of puppies..
The familiar faces of family and friends..
Laughter will fill the air, am sure..
Of silly stories while Im away..
Of events happened on my absence..
I'll go to my school..
To which I owe my knowledge..
I'll go to the hospital..
To which I started my dreams..
I'll go to the college.
To which, I imparted what I learned..
I'll go to the cemetery..
To visit relatives who passed away..
I'll go to Church..
To have a date with my God..
And go wherever my feet leads me..
I'll try to have fun..
I'll try to forget for awhile here..
Pampering myself..
And being just myself..
With persons, I have who will.never leave me..
Some are asking..
Some are offering..
Some excited to see me..
Some said I grown more girl..
Probably because of the long hair..
Probably cause they see me in dresses..
Of which there I never do..
As I have been trying to male changes..
I have been wanting to leave the old me..
In terms of outfit..
In terms of looks as well..
I was told.
To try make up..
To curl my hair..
To wear more heels..
To wear more skirts..
As much as I change..
Still,I cannot..
Still, I prefer the flats..
Still, I prefer wearing my smile instead of make up..
Still, I am like a child..
So much..
Really, so soo sooo much..
It seems the days allotted is not enough..
It is not enough..
Home sweet home is incomparable..
By: olive_eloi
7:11pm
12/01/2013
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The scents of Summer take my breath away
like honeysuckle clinging to the vine
whose blossoms show in redolent display
as tiny tendrils to my heart entwine.
The brushing breezes of a summer’s morn
that softly run her fingers through my hair
and beckon me, as sunlit skies adorn,
to follow dearest dreams of days so fair.
She comes into my life with open arms
while following on heels of stormy skies,
and shares with me the beauty of her charms
that show so clearly through her azure eyes.
With sunshine streaming down its balmy beams
this lovely lady, Summer, fills my dreams.
May 14, 2021
I remember how you looked that day;
How happy, young and free.
Your sun bleached hair, your sun bronzed skin,
I watched you from the lea.
You never saw me standing there,
I'm glad it stayed that way.
We never spoke, we never met,
But I came every day.
I came to watch you cast your net.
You were my mystery man.
I whiled away the live long day,
Watching from the sand.
You seemed to have all you could need,
The surf, a boat, a net.
I close my eyes and click my heels,
And I can see you yet.
Judy Ball
For Close Your Eyes And Click Your Heels Contest by Michael J. Falotico - Aug. 22,2011
What is beauty to me?
Beauty is the walk of a woman in heels
The swing and sway of her hips
The subtle uncertainty of her steps
The vulnerability in her eyes
As she feels all the staring eyes
Devouring her beauty
There is nothing more charming
Than the little girl look in her eyes
As she enjoys the attention
But at the same time is uncomfortable
In the role of a seductress
What is beauty to me?
The sweet woman smell as she approaches
Nothing in the whole world
Either natural or manufactured
Can even come close to equaling
This ravishing potion that says love
In no uncertain terms, the message comes through
Loud and clear without a word being spoken
As males of the species
We are uncontrollably under her spell
What is beauty to me?
Woman!
Today, I fell head-over-heels in love,
beyond happiness, I'm soaring above.
Love's gentle, and yet harbors such power,
that lingers, like the scent of a flower.
I thought that I understood who I was,
until I felt the magic that love does.
I cannot put my feelings into words,
eclipsing the sun, they outfly the birds.
As my trusting heart accepted love's gift,
doubts and inhibitions were set adrift.
Love is an extraordinary feeling,
lifting me to heights that leave me reeling.
I'm afloat, on billowing clouds of bliss,
embracing a dream, love blessed with a kiss.