Your shoes are getting shabby
over time and the story that has been spun
Do you still remember the drawing paper and brush?
I painted the colors that were dark at the time
Then we drew together
In flowing, abstract strokes
Ahh, I remember so well
The field across from our classroom
15 years old in the drizzle
The first piece of cake you took from my hand
And a book that made us dizzy
We were still so young
With hearts clean and untainted by love
Still pure in the grip of friendship
Will you remember it well?
Two young people now fragile in adulthood
And if I reach out
To just be friends again
At least we won't fall into despair
Shoes shopping
I dislike wasting my time shopping for shoes
The man who wrote Wasteland, a famous poem
He is known for this; he did like boots too for walking
He did indeed, and many other things too
I, when I had a bike, cycled through the Wasteland
a domestic landscape growing beautifully wild
I don`t see it now, there is a distance between
me and the dream I had, the touch, the aroma of
Nature is also a memory of horse manure in
a field verdant as the sea around Greenland.
I need a wasteland, a place where I can lose myself
Without it, life is an endless, trivial repetition.
Tomorrow I will buy a pair of walking boots.
Like trying on your mother’s shoe;
they do not fit, but still they do
and yet, your father’s, never tried
for what secrets do both shoes hide?
Looking down at the object in her lap,
A single shoe with intertwined laces.
Each time she laced a pattern,
She would look down
Because it seemed so wrong to her.
But the more she laced,
The more she continued,
She started seeing the vision
Of a perfectly laced shoe.
It finished, produced,
Sat on her thighs,
Beneath her eyes.
And the phrase that came to her mind
Was, "My life and the lace are so alike."
It was not because her life was so perfect; no,
It was because they are both so imperfect.
Because she was always the rejected one.
Just like the lace,
Her beginning was not good nor perfect.
Which discouraged many people from actually giving her a chance to continue.
What hurts the most?
Is it their rejection?
Or is it her lack of a voice?
Is it the level of hatred they showed her?
Or is it the same treatment she gives even though she knows better?
"As the day ends, one is closer to heaven." By Poet
My neighbor is old,
she can be very bold.
Loving to wear lots of fancy gold,
and decrepit I am told.
You know age is just a thing,
numbers one wants to ring.
How old are you,
that number may make you blue.
They tell me I am a decrepit ninety-two,
but I can still tie each shoe.
Honey - age is all in one's mind,
seeing myself as twenty-five to all mankind.
I may not be well defined,
but I will always be kind.
Life came in one shoe fit
Determined to live and not quit
Made the wrong choices
Managed to overtake and make right
Achieved of value in knowing how establish
No question needed with answer
Fighter of life with no surrender spirit
No need to say sorry
There is no worry
Some would say merit while others would say punk
Call it what you will
I understand myself, but do you understand yourself
My name is counted among
A man higher than I knows it
Believe what you will
Know myself better than anybody else
Baby, I thought you understood
Must understand yourself before analyzing another
Words you say draws me away
You are trying to convince me to stay
Standing on principle
Words said are reality
Don’t pity me, but pity yourself
Made up for it in life in believing who I am having a purpose
Tomorrow everlasting
Shoe fit
Don’t try to fit in it
Don’t know what I gone through in life
Standing and continuing to stand
You are no longer in dem and
My shoes have walked on
Be gone
Just Like an Old Shoe
I am worn and torn
from hard use.
I bear the scuff marks
of a life, lived.
I live alone, my partner
has long since disappeared.
I reside in a dark place
tossed into a corner.
I am no longer in style,
old and forgotten.
I will be discarded someday,
thrown out with the trash.
I am just like an old shoe,
good for nothing.
Feelings is something
That is unexpected
It makes you think
Love is something
That is felt
It makes you wander
Categories of falling in love,
These are the days
Of revelations
Count your blessings
These are the days
Of knowing
Count your sequences
It is What it is,
Unconditional love is something
That is acquired
Ask yourself
Trust is something
That is build
Explore yourself
Categories of knowing yourself
In a cyclone, Dorothy was swept,
To the land of Oz with a dog she kept,
There she killed a wicked witch,
They rejoiced she killed the b*tch,
Then she realised she was lost, she wept.
A good witch gave her a silver shoe,
To go back home, a Wizard has the clue,
So for the warlock, she searched.
A brain-hungry Scarecrow perched,
Near a Tinman who wanted a heart too.
Soon a lion lacking courage she met,
The request to kill a witch made them fret,
The condition to go home,
So the male witch made them roam,
From heads to toes they were drenched with sweat.
The bad witch battered Tinman on a rock,
unstuffed Scarecrow who then stopped to walk,
She then captured the lion,
threatened to jail Dorothy.
Just poured water, the witch died to her shock.
The witch slaves free the lion and others,
The Wizard then free them from their suffers:
The Scarecrow a brain;
others, solved their complain,
The shoe's magic powers she discovers.
Hurricanes can happen;
Flights can get delayed.
You can never really count
On plans you might have made.
Viruses can catch you;
Traffic bog you down.
Roads may close when politicians
Travel to your town.
Never think disaster
Is a thing you can avoid,
Though to worry ‘bout it constantly
Would make you paranoid.
Still, when life is going smoothly
And you feel like you’re on top,
It’s realistic to expect that soon
The other shoe will drop.
A single red shoe
lies abandoned on the path
what is its story?
Pink pony-tailed Polly rode in on a well-designed shoe.
None of us knew her, not even my cousin gnome Begard Blue.
Gnome Begard Blue had never seen anyone arrive in a shoe.
He ran to meet her, but my dragon Elfie hid herself in the loo.
Pink pony-tailed Polly rode in on a well-designed shoe.
None of us knew her, not even my cousin gnome Begard Blue.
Gnome Begard Blue had never seen anyone arrive in a shoe.
He ran to meet her, but my dragon Elfie hid herself in the loo.
Stan silently looked at reeboks
Hoping they had no arch
Oxfords are great walking shoe choice
Except tennis-shoes comfort would be keen
7/9/2024
Matthew McGrory of Westchester, Pennsylvania
has the world’s largest feet.
He stands seven foot six.
His shoe is a twenty-eight and a half.
Converse company makes shoes especially for him.
He cannot buy socks though,
So his mother knits his socks.
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