Long Shoes Poems
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If you have a pet read this carefully, what you are doing is not right frankly.
Pet may give you happiness,
but what about its own happiness?
it also wants freedom
to stay with people of its own kind
to chat and share and play
friends and enemies, ups and downs,
a normal life like ours
we enjoy sensual pleasures everyday
It is not right to deprive them of that
Right to sex, kids and family
Freedom to roam about freely
To be in natural surroundings
Not confined to cage or home
Your pets movements are controlled by you
Just put yourself in their shoes would you want a life like them?
If I were to put you in a cage would you be happy?
If I ask you to stay along with animals,
eating what they give you,
going out only when they take you,
that to bound in chains,
would you be happy?
Another painful part is that you get so attached to them
when they die they are missed more than humans!
A story in The Times about
Admittance into clubs
Discussed the people who’d get in –
No luck for average schlubs.
You have to dress in certain clothes
And have the right cachet;
If not, you’ll not get past the rope,
No matter what you say.
What really got to me the most,
Describing women’s dress,
Was mentioning the shoes they’d need
To guarantee success.
Of course, they must be “Christians” -
That’s Louboutins, soled in red;
Or else Manolo Blahniks
May be strutted in, instead.
In either case, the shoes should have
No less than five-inch heels!
I wonder if the bouncer at the club
Knows how that feels.
‘Cause even in my younger days,
When cool styles I’d embrace,
If I wore five-inch heels, I’d end up
Flat upon my face!
I hate the whole idea of clubs
Where bouncers pick and choose
The patrons they’ll allow inside –
Based solely on their shoes!
Mother was a genius when it came to recyclin' flowery flour sacks,
Durin' The Great Depression to provide duds for her family's backs!
With her trusty pedal Singer Sewin' Machine she turned out a horde,
Of decent apparel that we could ill afford from Montgomery-Ward!
In gym class I could usually find a locker behind which to cower,
So as not to reveal my drawers toutin' 'Gold Medal Self-Risin' Flour'!
The shirts she made sported gaudy prints of petunias and roses,
And various critters such as unicorns and monkeys in silly poses!
Sacks made fancy bloomers for sister that advertised 'Baker's Delight',
Plus tawdry dresses, blouses and skirts, but with her that was alright!
'Pillsbury's All-Purpose Flour' graced the back of shirts worn by Dad!
Others were more subdued when Mom found a sack of simple plaid!
I reckon city folks thought we country folk looked kinda weird and funny,
Paradin' around in altered flour sacks, but there wasn't very much money,
Left for fancy things after Pa bought shoes and put grub on the table!
But, with a wink and spare change, he treated us to ice cream when able!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Entry for Judy Konos' "Whatever Happened To Flour Sacks" Contest
Mother: a wax crayon candle in a starless room
You have many layers, like an onion
And you're coloured, but not green
So a wax-crayon candle is favoured here.
Much more poetic.
Although I bathe in the dark
You sit in my corner
Flickering
flickering
like
this.
And you wish not intrude
In your offers of solace.
No.
You don't set my room on fire
You just light up my corner
With the gift of a place to be seen.
A place of security,
Whether I visit it or not.
AND YES, you are loved. YES, you are valued.
(so don't even doubt it)
And yes, your Crayola hues, your mix-n-match
May clash in the eyes of OTHERS
But parallel to even your Converse shoes:
They complement each other
And though I don't always visit this corner...
...Of candlelight in my room,
You should know you're not alone
With my candlelight, too.
[Verse 1]
Dust on my boots, heat in the air
We pulled off the highway to nowhere
Two shacks, red clay, nothin’ growin’
No clean water, just pain showin’
[Verse 2]
Kids in the dirt, no one cryin’
Too young to know they should be tryin’
No toys, no shoes, just tired eyes
Waitin’ for someone to recognize
[Chorus]
“Are you my daddy?” — he whispered low
Hit me harder than I’ve ever known
A little hand reachin’, heart open wide
God help me, I just cried...
[Verse 3]
Mamas walk miles, lookin’ for pay
Leave their babies where they pray
That someone kind might take ‘em in
Lord, this world can be cruel to them
[Chorus]
“Are you my daddy?” — I heard again
From tiny voices blowin’ in the wind
Each word cut like a rusted knife
In that moment, they became my life
[Bridge]
I’m not their blood, they don’t have my name
But I’d carry every ounce of their pain
For just one hug, one little smile
To feel like I was theirs for a little while
[Final Chorus]
“Are you my daddy?” — soft as a prayer
I knelt down, said I’d always care
Don’t know what they saw in me
But for a moment, I let them believe
[Outro]
Now that voice won’t leave my head
Echoes every night in bed
I’ll give my days to find them a home
A place of love where they belong
Note: On a highway, 30 minutes out of Kampala, Uganda (they call it "Orphan Highway"), I met a tribal Chief who had over 100 children along the road. I heard, saw, and felt horror stories that changed my life. For the next decade I dedicated my life to finding dads and moms for these kids and others across our globe. Today there are over 143 million orphans on our planet. It's impossible to look into their eyes, and hear their sweet voices.. and do nothing. If we don't care, who will? If you believe in God, you must!
Chilly the Penguin reached his shop and checked his bunch of keys
He opened up his clothing store and hoped that he could please
A spider came in from the cold, some winter wear to choose
He told the penguin shopkeeper, “I need much warmer shoes.”
“Would that be four matching pairs?” the shopkeeper enquired
The spider looked surprised and said, “That many aren’t required.”
The penguin looked confused and said, “My adding isn’t great,
But even I can count your legs and see that you’ve got eight.”
The spider shook his head and said, “Do you not understand,
I only want shoes for my feet, to walk on frozen land.
There's snow and ice outside today, which every penguin loves,
But spiders need three pairs of shoes, and, for snowballs… gloves!”
Love is the symphony of two half hearts, destined to become one,
A union of kindred spirits, where love's melody is forever sung.
When disparate halves attempt to merge, the bond will falter and break,
For one heart may be rugged, while the other is smooth, and their love will eventually part and ache.
But when two halves of the same fabric entwine, a seamless union unfolds,
Creating a whole heart, where love's beauty shines, like a masterpiece to behold.
The connection is effortless, a gentle dance of soul and heart,
The two halves yearn for each other, a longing that never departs.
Though shadows of heartbreak and deception may loom,
These trials will ultimately lead them to their destined bloom.
Their communication will flow like a gentle stream,
A perfect harmony, where love's sweet whispers are the theme.
Like a pair of socks or shoes, crafted to fit perfectly,
These two halves were designed to last, a love that time won't erase or neglect.
True love requires understanding, patience, and prayer,
A divine alignment of hearts, where love's beauty is revealed, and souls are set free.
When hearts are meant to be, their union will unfold,
Without force or search, love will find its way, like a path that's been told.
Both hearts will beat in sync, a symphony of love so true,
When one heart is missing, the other will feel the void, and yearn for love anew.
The Almighty crafted companions, a match for each heart's desire,
A soulmate who will love and cherish, and set their heart on fire.
Though unknown to us, this love will reveal itself in time,
When we pray and seek guidance, love's path will be defined, and our hearts will entwine.
True love resides deep within the heart, a feeling that's hard to ignore,
A sense of belonging, peace, and ease, that love will forever store.
It's the smile that follows anger, the calm that soothes the soul,
A love that's pure, and strong, and forever whole.
Things to do all over my floor
Letters and statements and bills galore
Letters from friends in country and town
Losing touch with a friend would bring on a frown
Statements of monies I’m spending or lending
Many more I am sure are filed under pending
Do I need so many shoes made by Christian Louboutin
Oh yes ~ for nothing less would I ever put my foot in
With their stylish leather uppers and soles of ruby red
Why would I consider wearing other shoes instead
Oh dear those bills ~ those dreaded bills are here
Will they cut off my gas ‘tis something that I fear
Or my phone – can’t phone home ~ did he call ~ I won’t know
I am now in the red ~ running out of my spare ‘dough’
So down on my knees for to sort out all of these
Must get things in order or accounts they will freeze
But today's the day I saw it ~ that golden Gucci bag
Cannot live without it ~ will it cause those tongues to wag
No food upon the table ~ no bills that I can pay
But Christian Louboutin’s and Gucci get me through the day
Written 1st March 2021 ~ Spring has sprung so having fun…
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It’s terrible to be in my shoes
While you live your never-ending nirvana…
Shedding good news
You’ll live to meet your demise…I see your flaw!
This want of freedom is beyond description
I need to hold your hand…this is a hard decision
Lead me to a dazzling land
Don’t be afraid; don’t move a muscle
I understand…I understand…
I cannot provide you with any insight,
But remain prudent
Remain content
For the time being…and lay on someone else’s shoulders
Rely on your intuition…and fulfill your ambition
Hold on to your gift of healing
Without letting go…
Letting go…
Open wide your mouth,
So I can fill it up with positivity
There’s no point in crying…
No point in lying…
There’s a chance for you
To drown your misery…
This uncertainty…this morbid envy
Reigns over me…
I got to overcome these dark enmities
This failure mindset…this horrid melancholy
Grows inside me like a cancer
Pretty little soul
Scared of the world
Afraid of the nothingness
Tightly wrapping the boundaries
Around you
Pretty little soul
Deprived of love
Longing for what you lack most
Searching for what you can’t find
Nowhere to
Pretty little soul
Wishing for one truthful heart
Who can see the grief!
But oh what skillful smile you have
People have no clue
Pretty little soul
Piercing holes into the future
Waiting for the right path to appear
But all the while the ground beneath you
Vanishes too
Pretty little soul
What a complicated symphony
Is the flow of your thoughts!
Failed understandings
Derails their mind from what is true
Oh pretty little soul
The world doesn’t give up
On shaping your self
In a mold to their liking
Really, nothing knew
Oh, oh pretty little soul
All you want is time to blossom
If only the world would stop
Watering you whenever they please
And do it only when the need is due
Pretty little soul
Your grieving is as visual
As a photograph
But still their eyes refuse to see
And their feet reject your shoes
Oh pretty little soul
Oh pretty little soul
Promises made to satisfy the world
But what about your own desires?
Who will compromise to them, just who?
Pretty soul, pretty little soul
If only one could runaway
Running away, running away from expectations
Suffocating is the weight of it
Oh pretty little soul
They, oh pretty little soul
They’re stares pushing the sky on top of your shoulders
Holding, holding on
Surviving, surviving
Is the only thing they let you do
Pretty little soul
Life, living, life and living
What is the link between them?
The search for that is as broad
As the sky that is blue
Pretty, petty little soul, Oh pretty little soul
The lost, the unsolved souls
Who hasn’t found their way
Life is a grief for the nether
Don’t leave your hope
You need it to go through