Short Booties Poems

ghost cameras
	recording spirits.
			Sure….

ghost riders
        	galloping entities
			okay….

ghost dancers
	shaking their booties
			What booties?...

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Nanna is a nice word.
Nickname for mom's mother.
Never too far to reach.
Nearby to help you out.
Needing advice or care.
Needles clicking knitting.
Nice tiny tot booties....

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Tricolor yarn soft as a baby
Do I knit or do I crochet?
Slip stitch, one knit, one purl
Scarves, booties, and blanket
One stitch at a time
Soft and pretty
So much joy
Hooker
Fun...

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What makes us male guys go totally loopy
Eyeballing young females with a cute little booties
There ain't nuttin' finer
Makes us growl like a tiger
Or scream like a banshee while ogling these cuties...

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three trotting turtles
slowly raise a cloud of dust
neck and neck finish

six hissing serpents
surreptitiously slither
escaping their pasts

three city ground hogs
shaking their "jay-lo" booties
cross against the light

John G. Lawless
©6/13/2023...

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   The New Year's in diapers
     a broad smile on her face

   Sipping champagne from pink booties
     in her hair, Queen Anne's lace

    Bald baby boy with the cigar
     please remove your fedora

   Those puff-clouds of smoke
     ruin 2024's aura
...

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Booties on tiny feet
                                                           
Skipping in new white tennies

Wobbling in first high heels

Gliding in wedding slippers
                         
Chasing kids in sensible flats

Arthritic fingers and velcro straps

...   No shoes needed in the after- life...

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My salt and pepper shakers were risqué
Shaking their booties night and day
I told my husband to put them away
It was his mother who thought they were gay

I brought my boss home for dinner last Tuesday
Those nasty shakers were dirty dancing away
I said to my husband please take them to Kay
That is his mother, who thought they were gay....

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I dreamt a sad dream
he had on soft blue booties
even angels wept
as his coffin was lowered
     forever    my broken   heart

________________________
May 7, 2016

Poetry/Tanka/Baby Boy In Blue
Copyright Protected, ID 16-787-348-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

For the contest, Short Form Poetry
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich

Second Place...

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I adopted a baby grandma said
Who would let that old woman adopt?
They’d have to be wrong in their head

We did not run over there, we thought it was a lie
It has to be right? Said Dorothy, Buddy and Di.

But believe it or not, she adopted a fellow.
Knit him blankets and booties all in soft yellow
An orangutan baby, she is leaving to us.
His name is Gus and he’s a cute little cuss....

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I am a sucker for
musical comedies, musical chairs,
and decorated music boxes.

I am a sucker for
baby oil, baby blankets, homemade
baby booties, and babies.

I am a sucker for glitter,
glitziness, and glitter glue.

I am a sucker for shiny things
Shiny bumpers, shiny windows, 
shiny lakes, shiny snow, and shiny stars

I am a sucker for games
Monopoly, Cadoo, Life, Chess, 
Uno, Old Maid.

I guess I am just a sucker....

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Bright future in sight, 
have emerged victorious and mighty, 
having fought a ferocious noble fight. 

Engrossed in discipline water tight, 
have made the kinked pathways straight, 
delivered gains, booties in right hands. 

Burying the past darkest night, 
stamping, kissing the tormenting plight, 
we, l celebrate the ray of light. 

Time of restoration, 
moment of restitution, 
dispensation for promotion. 

© Luckson Mupakamiso 2017...

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