Short Footed Poems
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light footed danseuse
admired by the masses
original steps
danced like a faerie
twirling her petite body
bloodying her feet
It caught me-
A beggar walking along the road,
Bare footed,
I bought a pair,foot wear to match his heart.
He walked,talked to my inner soul!
my dentist seemed well suited
some friends though this disputed
but after a quack
at my dental plaque
i found him well web footed.
the two footed tackle
we would deem most likely to raise authority’s hackle
so better the elbow
to the back of the head like a blundering backhoe.
December
Late to the party again
Slow footed on the dance floor
Louder by dint of shyness
A bashful bully undressed.
John G. Lawless
©12/1/2022
Insects and mice, beware, beware!
Black-footed big cat is inside that lair
She will gobble you up without a care
I smell her scent in the autumn air
in the mist - sure-footed - a doe approaches the buck near father's grave
Andrea Dietrich
for Monoku Contest
Inspired by Constance ~ a Rambling Poet ~
203
Could I ever
Chance the power
To let you win
Race on back
To begin
This fleet footed fly
Repeat
I will stand
And be the blessed
Among the damned
A singular beast is the moose
And said to be quite a recluse.
Fleet-footed, it seems
It's only in dreams
You'll capture a moose on the loose!
05.01.23
Henry's feet were his worse foes
He was always tripping on his toes
His neighbor tried to help
Every morning she would yelp
"Turn out those toes", slue-footed now goes
climbing sheer rock face
for sure footed mountain goats
a walk in the park
Favorite Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
03/09/2021 how many syllables 5/7/5
she stood before
me staring through
me as if i threw
a cup of water
in her face
though clothes
soaked she kept
them on squishing
as she walked bare
footed away
for
even
her
feet
were
hot
Form:
i was clothed yet bare
footed I went outside in
my front yard i walk
~
on the grass to a
tree I opened up my arms
and engaged a hug
8/9/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023
cloud calling rock range
nimble footed hideaway--
climbers cold mistress
stony faced beauty
brilliantly immutable--
renders me breathless
hawks moon-shadow leap
glacial peak to sky unscathed--
cannot hide from me
fox
quick, sly
hunting, mystifying, chasing
silver, wild dog, duck, fowl
plucking, swimming, migrating
web-footed, tame
goose
Date created: 08/29/2022
There once was a dame named violet,
Who tried to surf without getting wet.
So she climbed aboard,
Her ironing board.
When trying to surf the Internet.
7 / 18 / 2022.
Limerick poetry contest.
Sponsor. Lisa YY.
A blue footed Booby called Dougal
had a beak that was shaped like a bugle
so it may have looked funny
but it held all his money
that Booby named Dougal was frugal.
11th September 2018
For contest 'Animal Limerick', sponsor Charles Messina
Though sometimes unappreciated
And always underrated
We have created a family
Unlike any other
We are strong, fast, and powerful
We fly high and light
We are quick-footed
With jigs, wigs, and makeup
Glitter, fake tan, and sock glue
We are unstoppable
Bibble, the Blue Footed Booby believes bubbles are beautiful.
Babs B. Brown, his brother’s best bestie bashes his belief to bits.
Bibble blusters and babbles, breezily blowing bright blue bubbles.
Bibble’s Booby brother, Billy barely arrives before a battle begins.
Run lead footed in dream
trying to escape snakes or to catch speeding trains
wake in scream
wrenching nightmare
scares even restful sleepy brains
do prayer!
awake
happiness drains
shake!!
Run lead footed in dream
scares even restful sleepy brains
shake!!
tone-deaf
unintelligible
mumblings
escape into the air
like nails spreading
across a chalkboard
causing confused
expressions to spread
across the faces of those
around
break out in an all out
two left footed choreography
the look at me look at me
show has begun
Slight as birds
Not in flight,
But well placed
Between hill and
Village, snow as it is;
Balanced, neutral.
Greyheads, silver-eyed
Drown in tweed,
Beyond manshape,
They ballet over ice,
Horse-footed,
Terse with God,
Wordless,
Sort of half alive;
Drawn against the white.
I buy my clothes from “Quacker Factory”
But there are no ducks in my house
Their colorful embroidery is more than satisfactory
I've met web-footed workers at their warehouse
When I visit, they make me stay at their henhouse
*December 5, 2020
For Sara's "Trademark" contest
Dust hung swaying in shafts of light.
A book lay marked but closed;
piano and guitar slept,
remembering their last melody...
Silence, she sang, and everywhere
stillness was dancing,
light footed like a lilting
wind she is.
Nothing moved in the room
except the fire,
and the fire in me.
Form:
Works of fire and thunder
flower the surface of a dark river.
When the rockets
are dead-eyed and spent,
muffled calls remain -
a flap and gabble,
of the peevish and ruffled.
Night stumbles over the edge
of gunpowder clouds.
Ducks deliver themselves
to the dark-dinged sky.
Distant cannons sigh.