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I'm taking a leap with my both feet
Without no shoe's to spare my soul's
And if I land on unkempt ground
I am bound to find I am barely able
to walk let alone manage baby steps
or stand erect
But this i knew before I and yet still
I did
Due to the fact way deep down obviously
i was terminally unfulfilled
In what and who I had become
Until one day I eventually realized I hadn't
woken up and seen the sun blinding in
quite a long while
So dank and bleak I thought the sun
had just lost it's shine and because of my
current disposition
I had simply failed to pay attention let
alone care to notice
The streets where totally abandoned there
was no signs of life all buildings and home's
we're boarded up
Apart from the shoe store stacked to
the rafters with all kinds of different
Boot's
In a multitude of sizes and range of
plush leather from the crocodile of
the Nile cobra snake to the buffalo
rodeo cow
Problem is though I landed on my feet
the street below me hadn't been swept
in a long while
And it was full of discarded shattered
shard's of broken bottle glass
Which are now firmly imbedded into
the soul's of my feet
So walking now is out of the question and
if I try to crawl
I will only end up with glass not only in
my hands but also in my feet as well
So here I still having pondered this
conundrum for quite a while
No further along nor closer to where
I need to be although in my mind's eye
I can the light through see
And do I now regret and wish I had
not leapt well maybe yes
But come to think of it it's in actual
fact both pointless and irrelevant
Because cold hard reality is it isn't
going to help or about to change
What's done is done like it or not
the sun isn't and never will be dark
What it means in actuality effect is this
The fire and light in your eyes has gone
out
Whether or not you can relight it or get
it back is solely up to you
And whether or not or how much fight
you have left possessed in you or you
want it to
Been through the rocks and bottoms
AND MY SHOES DON'T FIT
Climbing Mount Nebo, marched in Medigeo
AND MY SHOES DON'T FIT
Tried to follow you Lord, but it's too hard
CAUSE MY SHOES DON'T FIT
When I was seven my mother took me to the shoe store
My feet where extra wide, this I tried to hide
All I needed was more cowhide
Extra width, shoes so tight that they just didn't, didn't fit
Hurts SO BAD
HELP ME LORD!!
Been through the rocks and bottoms
AND MY SHOES DON'T FIT
Climbing Mount Nebo, marched in Medigeo
AND MY SHOES DON'T FIT
Been through the valleys and they're low and my shoes don't fit
Walk through the muddy waters and the cold fridged snows
AND MY SHOES DON'T FIT
What must I do to behave
That I may be saved
Does it matter t hat my shoes don't fit
Yes they don't fit yes they won't fit
How can I walk on in heaven on those streets of gold
With hurting toes. . .
Been through the rocks and bottoms
AND MY SHOES DON'T FIT
Climbing Mount Nebo, marched in Medigeo
AND MY SHOES DON'T FIT
Tried to follow you Lord, but it's too hard
CAUSE MY SHOES DON'T FIT
This is making me sick I can hardly walk hardly talk cause my shoes don't fit
The devil all around me but I can barely believe he's walkin over me
I'm gonna stomp on him, I'm gonna march on him gonna tromp on him
Even tho my shoes don't fit walk on, walk on, march on and on and on
walk on
With hurting toes. . .
Been through the rocks and bottoms
AND MY SHOES DON'T FIT
Climbing Mount Nebo, marched in Medigeo
AND MY SHOES DON'T FIT
Making me sick I can't walk hardly talk cause my shoes don't fit
Devil still around can't believe he's walkin over me
Gonna stomp him, I'm gonna march on him gonna tromp on him
Even tho my shoes don't fit walk on, walk on, march on and on and on
walk on
With hurting toes. . .
Been through the rocks and bottoms
AND MY SHOES DON'T FIT
Climbing Mount Nebo, marched in Medigeo
AND MY SHOES DON'T FIT
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
June 14 2011
from Anthology " Revelations"
Sitting here in the shoe store
Surrounded by
Faltering beige, ardent scarlet, murderous black
Shades that have my never ending devotion
The allure of an azure deuce
To embellish my ever moving foundation
Or perchance the charisma of jade will enhance my complexion
I cannot decree a favorite
And yet, I know I will have to
But which? Which? Which?
A low sagacious heel, or a perhaps a killer stem booster
Indeed a love affair, but my affection of feet decor cannot compare to how
I love the hourglass of my waist , how rounded
My hips sway with the right shoes on
I swagger with ego steaming from my fundamental nature
With the perfect skirt
And the sunshine angled carefully on my person
Even without the shoes or the clothes or the purses or the jewels
I am a woman, I am beautiful, and I am in love with
the reflection is envious of the smile on my lips
I am not adorable and petite
But my size has taken a backseat to my appeal
Nor am I rich or poor
But you do see the determination in these deep chocolate eyes of mine
I am
F L A W E D
But I am beautiful.
I don’t need you to love
The curvature of the small of my back,
The clinch of my stomach
The flare of my hips
The apple-cinnamon scent
In my dark, long, luscious black hair
Or the victory in my almond eyes
For my secret love affair,
The love of myself keeps me warm at night
Man can fall over himself over and over
Over and over
the mystery between my thighs
I don’t need to show my body to let him know what I have
Because it’s already in my stride
To love a man, well and first-class
A woman must love herself equally.
I am not weak, I am strong
I am not incapable, I am talented
I am not foolish , I am intelligent
I am flawed, but I am beautiful
White Nikes
By Alex Gordon
At the end of summer, you find yourself inside a shoe store
A clean pair of white Nikes immediately catches your eye
You buy them without hesitation
The first day of school comes, as you lace up your Nikes for the first time
The compliments come, and the “fake” jokes of course
As the air gets crisper and the leaves start to fall
The Nikes seem to glow against the reds, oranges, and browns of autumn
You’re still careful not to crease or stain them
And make sure you don’t wear them anywhere they might get dirty
November and December bring cold weather and snow
And the Nikes blend into the white wonderland when you wear them
You fret not about a little bit of snow landing on the white leather,
But still can’t see yourself playing street hockey in them just yet
The months fly by and before you know it, the winter has come and gone
The April showers bring the wet and muddy weather for your Nikes
You care less now about them getting scuffed, wet, or creased
And you hope your feet aren’t too wet when you arrive at school
The May flowers are a nice change to your Nikes
You can put the flowers in-between the laces to add a pop of colour,
And distract people from the scuffs and creases
The last day of school brings the excitement of summer and the wearing of your Nikes
You wear them everywhere, and couldn’t care less about stains, creases, or scuffs
At the beach, on walks in the forest, and during the 1 AM adventures to 7-11
You ride bikes and run in the water with your Nikes
But sadly, summer can’t last forever, and as soon as it came, it ends
At the end of summer, you find yourself inside a shoe store
Looking for another pair of white Nikes
For BigFoot I searched everywhere.
In all the Northwest, he’s not there!
Then I thought I might know
where a BigFoot might go . . .
so I went where the barbers cut hair!
To fit in and be like the rest
of us humans, he’d look his best.
so I went to each shop
where I thought he might stop
to have hair removed from his chest.
To Hollywood soon I was led.
I’d heard of a man with a head
like a wolf’s, full of hair,
making everyone stare.
What I found was Hugh Jackman instead!
Then a man I could not see too well
crossed my path at a fancy hotel.
When I got a good look,
that was all that it took!
It was furry but small, Steve Carell!
The last guy I saw in that land
of Hollywood stars acted grand.
That guy, very hairy
made Big Foot less scary.
He went by the name Russell Brand.
From Hasselhoff to Bradley Cooper,
some hairy guys are super duper!
I kept at my quest
when to the southwest
I moved, for I’m always a trooper.
I searched high and low, five years more,
but by then, I had grown very poor.
I had always liked shoes,
so thought I would choose
a job in a classy shoe store.
Like Carrie in “Sex in the City,”
I loved my work, and I looked pretty
with swank heels on my feet,
yet I felt incomplete
There was no Mr. Big! Such a pity!
But while working one day without care.
I looked up Can you guess who was there?
This odd creature so tall
made Shaquille look too small.
And he hardly could hide all his hair!
No fresh smelling flower was he,
but kindly I sensed him to be.
As I stooped down to put
my hand on that Big Foot,
I knew fate had led him to me!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
It was a homeless old man near a shoe store who fell asleep
He was so tired that nap turned to a sleep that was deep
A little boy walked passed with his mother and noticed that the old man had one shoe
He felt sad, “mother it’s something I just got to do!”
That little boy face was full of tears
His little heart grew big because he cared
He grabbed both of his mother’s hand and tightly grasped them leading her into prayer
After the short and quick prayer, “Mom I was just told to share.”
He had ten dollars from his allowances that he saved for weeks
His mother didn’t know what to say, she couldn’t even speak
Immediately he rushed in the shoe store and asked the clerk how much was that one black wing tip shoe
The clerk had a big smile and said it was thirty-two
Every customer and fellow employee gave money to make the little boy prayer come true
Instead of thirty-two dollars he now had sixty four
He quickly grabbed the shoe box and ran out the door
The little boy shook the old man out of his sleep and gave him the box
When the old man woke up his eyes was full of tears and he was shocked
Big crocodile tears rolled down his face
He grabbed the little boy and gave him the tightest embrace
The old man yelled, “This is the best gift yet!”
Some say the old man got up and danced until the sun set
Mark 12:30-31 (NIV) Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’[a] 31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] There is no commandment greater than these.”
She jiggled like pink jello into the store
with platinum blonde hair and red rouge on her face
the shoe clerk mumbled it must be 1950's day
watching her strut around with a hanky made out of lace
She said hi hon you know why I'm here
he replied let me guess, you wear a size eight
she said well if the shoe fits I might as well wear it
and maybe later if you get lucky you can be my date
So she scouted around and found a pair
and sat down with tight dress flair
he thought to himself I think I'm in love with Mae West
looking her up and down and at her chest
He gently took her foot and slid her old high heel off
his hand sliding up and starting to cruise
she batted her eyelashes and said oh keep it coming, she toyed
saying, why don't you come up and see me later big boy
With that he winked and slid the new heels on
watching her walk around like Mae West
she said you know I know you like me big boy
but my eyes are up here and not on my chest
With that he gave her a long wolf whistle
and said you know I just can't resist
now stop acting your shoe size sexy
pulling her towards him giving her a passionate kiss
She whispered hon is that your gun
or are you just happy to see me
he said guess what my little chickadee
tonight you can be my Bacall and I'll be your Bogie
With that she left the store with customers galore
staring, whispering and looking aghast
he said out loud, come on... get a life...
I know we're a little kooky, but she happens to be my wife!
2-7-18
"I LIKE NONSENSE, IT WAKES UP THE BRAIN CELLS!"
a quote from dear Dr. Suess......
Dr. Suess and his Shoe Store
LISTEN, LISTEN! I have BIG NEWS
Dr. Suess has a store just full of SHOES..
A GAZILLION shoes I'm sure there must be
Line them all up, bet they'd stretch to the sea!
Small shoes and tall shoes and some with spots
He even has one covered with pink polka dots..
...... Lots of Dots....
Round shoes and square shoes and OH MY
Even lots of cool shoes you don't have to tie!
A snake came in cause he was going to school
And wearing shoes at school is a VERY strict rule..
Now where could a snake wear a shoe you ask?
Well he wore the darn thing like a Halloween mask..
You can buy just one pair if your feeling thrifty
But poor old centipede - he had to buy fifty
He first bought 25 pair, all were bright yellow
Then 25 orange...now he's quite a colorful fellow!
A kangaroo complained that his feet were sore
So extremely sore he could not hop any more
They fixed him up with a spring loaded pair
Now he can happily hop from here to there!
So if a GRANDUFULOUS sight your longing to see
Dr. Suess is waiting at the corner of 7th and G
With shoes for the young and shoes for the old
HURRY! HURRY! before the purple ones get sold!
This is an old poem of mine that I reworked a bit....
Beware the pieces of the puzzles of your life.
Treasure them early; appreciate them for life.
She was the sight of my first job opportunity away from the farm.
She bridged the social gap between 'my boyhood and my manhood'.
He had a shoe store when I asked him for a job, and he said yes.
His name was Abe, and I have him to thank for many lessons learned.
She is the sight of the first motion picture show that I ever watched.
She is the sight of the cafe with the best tasting hamburgers I ever ate.
He took me under his wings and taught me how to interact with people.
He portrayed the meaning of service, entrepreneurism, and persistence.
Her name means, 'Deer River', and as a child, I knew her as Issaquena.
She was the sight of a barber shop whose owner was also a musician.
She was the life blood of activities of every kind as the people mingled.
Abe and Issaquena, two unforgettable names attached to my early years.
Abe, a giant of a man; one piece of the puzzle that assisted me early in life.
Issaquena, a hometown street and an inanimate piece of my life's puzzle.
100221PS
My shopping excursions to the local marts are very rare indeed.
My dear spouse does the shopping, I only go when in dire need.
I have no interest in fostering the foreign imbalance of trade,
Therefore, when I shop I want to buy things American made!
Why, nowadays one can tour the world and go on a shopping spree,
Without leaving the county or crossing the billowing sea!
Since most things come from The Czech Republic or Paraguay,
The Peoples Republic of China, Japan and even Uruguay!
I can live sans everything French, especially their cheese and wine.
California wines and Wisconsin cheeses suit me just fine!
I'm desperately trying to find a locally-owned shoe store,
Where I can buy American shoes, not those assembled in Ecuador!
Alas, my turkey for holiday repast is imported from Old Mexico.
I'd much prefer that it be bred and reared here in Colorado!
Can anyone tell me where I can buy American made attire?
Seems all the labels read, "Made in Laos, Thailand, Belize or Eire!"
The plethora of stuff continues to invade our sacred shores,
Inundating the shops and marts, overflowing their cash drawers.
Even the paper upon which I scribe was made in a place called Texas,
But I reckon I can brook that, since with them we have a tenuous nexus!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)