Long Shoes Poems
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My secret is a phobia that many would not guess.
Bringing me much anguish and quite a lot of stress.
Some say that it is silly, to me it is immense.
Causing me to detour, incurring more expense.
I keep my phobia secret for fear I’m thought to be
Wacky and ridiculous and also cowardly.
And so I travel many miles until I find, at last.
A station that’s full service so they can pump my gas.
You may think this is foolish but I have thought this through.
And I have many reasons for thinking as I do.
So much I have imagined could possibly take place.
A series of unfortunate events I’d hate to face.
For instance, there’s the nozzle, already filled with fuel.
It can be very dangerous and such a deadly tool.
What if the gas should suddenly begin to gush and flow?
It is a possibility I do not want to know.
And when the nozzle is in place, it is really there?
Or will the gasoline start splashing out and everywhere.
Will it drip onto my car or maybe on my shoes?
Later on igniting – of this I often muse.
I therefore watch my gas gauge very carefully.
And then I fill it often because I fear to be.
Forced to stop at self-serve when my fuel is low.
Because there is no telling the way the gas might flow.
Small Packages
She was so cute.
Standing in the check-out line
Pretty dark golden-brown skin
Five foot tall? Not even that, I thought
Seventy years old? Maybe more
High top laced black shoes,
Black stockings and skirt
Black check with gold stripe skirt –
Gold quilted jacket topped with a
Red and gold sun hat -- brim turned downward
Big smile, big glasses and soft voice
Gentle and kindness exuded
She was standing there to be checked out
Her taupe vinyl purse was lying in the grocery cart
The purse didn’t fit the image. I wanted to say,
“Ma’am, you need to watch your purse:”
That is until I saw her open her jacket right side.-
I saw that she had on a jumper when
She lifted her right hand and placed inside the jumper top
“What is she doing?” I wondered
Aha! From somewhere – I don’t know where –
She pulled out a small unwrapped package secured with rubber bands.
It was time to pay for her merchandise
“Eight dollars and twenty-three cents,” the clerk said;
Very carefully, the elderly lady unfolded her fives that were together
Then, she unfolded her ones that were together
And from a separate pocket she counted out the change.
I could tell she had tens folded together and
Twenties folded together – all denominations separate;
It looked like her important cards were in the packet with the bills,
“You sure are organized,” I said.
“Things don’t go far now days,” she said,
Smiling as she placed her small rubber-band secured bundle
Back into “the someplace” inside her jumper top,
Such a complete little package--
Decoy and all
-Evelyn Pearl Carpenter Anderson
April 10, 2014
Young girls screaming and yelling
High-heeled shoes
A man arriving at the scene
Nylon stockings with seam
Short skirts and thin blouses
Bright red lipstick
The music flows
He takes the microphone
Crying and screaming more
He takes some hip movements
Young girls swoon
"Are You Lonesome Tonight?"
Elvis Presley ... has arrived the stage
01.06.2013
A-L Andresen :)
I wish for..
The walking talking doll who can dance and sways,
to replace my paper made, grisly lady shape.
The cooking set for us to use during our house playing,
instead of wood sticks and coconut shells.
The pink colored shoes carved with ruby stones,
to have my parade inside the heaven's aisle.
The colored sunshine fairy dress with golden laces,
to have my bophop in plaza central.
..that when i was a little kid, bold and innocent.
I wish for..
the glamorous bags which i can carry with friends along the boulevard,
the sassy classy ornate dress to wear during parties and reunions.
the coolest latest gadgets to brag with friends and others.
..that when i was a teen,rebellious and proud.
But now I am 22, still do not have the luxury I dreamed of..
But I did realize that not having them means not living,
and that having wishes gives you something to look forward to.
that even what you got isn't what you wanted
you know you got what you deserve.
Now I am 22, young and carefree
Now I am ready to get what I want
Now I am ready yo explore the world.
and now all that I wish for
is Your guidance
to hold me when I lose myself
to stop me when I push too much
to lift me when I'm feeling down.
He swallowed down the bile in his throat.
With every right to have such fear.
Creaking, creaking the constant creaking.
What a terrifying sound. A semblance of
isorienting frequencies, and unnatural pacing
the srecking:my God! What a horrifying sound!
He went to the window to see if the noise
was coming from outside since it seemed to come from
all around. Dam-it he cursed, the window is stuck.:
then he reached for the door it to was sticking but
he pushed it open.to find out what was the matter.
lowering himself to the bottom step,
he looking upward, dag on it!
The deep, low-frequency rumbles, repetitive wood
groaning, metal screeching, or snapping joists.
The supernatural is everything beyond your grasp
but this is manmade and such concerns only make
wealthy men wealthier.How complicated does it get?
Concern, concern might my concern, only help the
matter. The weight of the roof is causing the walls to sink and crumble.
collapsing under tension or humidity.Looking skyward
Not paying attention I stepped into the swale.
Full of water I stood in it ruining my white shoes and dirty water.
Flabbergasted I sat down in full defeat. My Lord, my God
this has concoured me.
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Written by: Yerba de Anis
There is a roaring coming,
A sound that shakes the ground.
Let the roar be heard,
A battle cry resound!
At the right time it will break open,
Every gate meant to stop.
Brass and iron no obstacle,
When we march in God's clock.
Fret not, for He is with us,
Our guide and our defense.
Commit your ways to the Lord,
And walk in confidence.
He has not lost a battle yet,
His record stands pristine.
He will release a shock factor,
In us to overturn the scheme.
Get ready for the heavenly drop,
A shock drop unforeseen.
For we don't know the plans He has,
The shoes He might call us to wear.
Let the roar be heard across the land,
A triumph song we sing.
The power of His love will open doors,
And victory we will bring.
12/16/20
Underneath the sun and moon
To whom
It concerns, may this soon
Lead to a future boon
And prosperous bloom
Before doom
And ending up in a tomb
From a comet or sonic boom
As well as toxic fumes
Or an earthquake of high magnitude
Do you
But don't stay to the T.V. glued
Changing perspective and attitude
Causing one to brood
And remain in a state of gloom
Paid my dues
You haven't been in my shoes
I always had nothing to lose
Battled the blues
Drugs and alcohol abused
Often was short-fused
Because I got accused
Too often people will assume
Not giving any breathing or legroom
At times they will be rude
And want to feud
Due to having different opinions and views
Meanwhile others wanted to use
And leave a bruise
I was not at all amused
The impact was minor not huge
From the table you can be excused
Thought it was smooth
But it was so far from a power move
Celebrate with a barbeque
Or pay tribute with a tattoo
Following or going against taboo
Near and far from Bamboo
As well as stores stocked with Shampoo
Always did what I had to
No matter the snafu
Or if it went askew
Was able to outlast through
Any bad news
Always judging a book like a damn foo
Therefore, I quickly passed you
From here to beyond Katmandu
We left home behind,
hearts full of hope,
dreams draped on backs,
dust dancing on shoes,
the city ahead —
calling us forward.
Tall towers took time,
but so did costs.
Bread was a bill,
air wasn’t free
Even sleep stung —
priced in pressure of thoughts.
Coins clattered too soon,
pockets pressed dry.
We chased light,
found cold steel.
Time ate dreams,
tangled and true.
We counted months,
but gained grief.
Rain mocked us,
so did noise.
Home hung farther,
each city night.
Plans pooled into prayers,
hope huddled, thin.
We worked wide,
waged just peanuts —
enough to stay stuck
in survival’s spin.
Still, we hold
that first fire's flicker.
Not lost but paused,
not failed just finding.
We left home to build home.
Do you know,
You can melt your shoes?
I bet your mother never told you that!
So, I will tell you now,
Rubber melts when held to the fire.
The fire gobbles up the shoes into a puddle that is flat,
Then you'll have to explain,
Why you need a new pair.
Again!
Your sister throws one of your shoes away,
Says it stinks,
Needs to go away!
My dog comes trotting by,
My shoe in his mouth,
To hide nearby!
The shoestrings broke,
On my left shoe.
Don't have any more that are new and blue.
So, mom has heard it all,
And walks with me down the hall.
Opening my closet door wide,
We both take a look,
At what's inside.
A pile of shoes,
Side to side,
Not any match with some too wide.
All of them have been slightly worn,
None of them are torn.
Still have good wear.
Mom says," You have plenty of shoes, pull out two that fit!
For the summer at least,
You need to make do!"
"When school starts in the fall,
We will start with a new pair of shoes."
So now I have learned how to make do.
Taking a shoe and boot out of the closet,
I fit one to the left,
And one to the right.
I wonder how long this pair will last?
Before they take flight!
"outer space
wild blue yonder the dress she wore
Awesome
Ahh, she dazzled me
As she walked by me
Sweet beauty
Radiant the cloth that covers her
She’s blessed… she wore a
Blue dress
A smoken bronze woman
One of God’s daughters
Blessed
Worn a blue dress
Her dress was royal
Colors blue green blue violet cornflower aquamarine
So beautiful she flows the dress comes down to her toes
And as she twirls Prussian blue cadet blue Cerulean teals navy hues
So sky blue ultra blue tones as it wraps it drapes her body’s bones
Blizzard blue pacific blue robin's egg blue denim blue bell true’s
Colors and covers her from her neck over her chest to her the tops of her shoes
She a angel God daughter dress in a ….
Dress of Blue
Sweet beauty herself was royal she dazzled me
Ahh, she dazzled me
As she walked by me
Sweet beauty
Radiant the cloth that covers her
She’s blessed… she wore a such a beautiful
Blue dress"
12/28/19
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