Short Footless Poems

On wings of sunlight,
Enchanting sonnets of peace;
Composed by the morn.
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Rustled by the leaves,
Carried by the footless winds:
Echoed by the breeze.
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Poems of the dawn,
Written by the morning dew:
Passionate...fresh odes....

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glittering night 
at the bud of 
new year's root
expands its sight

in multitude 
I’m devoured 
by solitude 

loneliness 
showers my 
walking path 
as footless print 

alone, alone 
all alone born 
none can adorn 
for endless morn

-January 02, 2019 Chattogram...

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There was a boy 
named Jeff had messed 

up teeth, and had no feet
he rolled around town

screaming out loud
I want pizza

from pizza king
yes this little boy that

lived in Anderson a big
brother that hated him.

Jeff asked him can "can you
order pizza?" he said "sure."

Then they both turned 
to the phone then they had 

Their pizza....

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Winter has left one empty shoe
upon the doorstep.
Around that footless mouth
tulips grow
despite the muscular winds
and a thin sunshine.

The crisscrossing of the seasons
does not confuse the land,
people grow out of themselves
as do the ants and the hedgehogs,
the green womb cannot be emptied
by just one shoe and its gaping mouth
no matter how loud it shouts....

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A Lonely Socks Lament

Unmatched
in loneliness
am I
hidden
in a five drawer
tower
locked away
unable to search
for a mate
shunned
by those in
pairs
I wait
listening
to the dryer’s
tumble
anticipating
a reunion
as each cycle
ends.
Footless
no toes to cradle
no hugging shoes
only loneliness
in the corner
of matchless
socks.


John G. Lawless
©4/2/2018...

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Oh footless shoes
You are left behind
Behind to tell the story of tragedies
To tell stories of pain and suffering

Oh footless shoes
You are without life
Can no longer tell of journeys you have travelled
Can no longer revisit the places you once treaded on

You mark a path of flowing sorrow
Of journey's never to be taken
The rain washes away your prints 
You are no longer there...

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Phantom figures at the window,
Shapeless shadows on the wall,
Footless footsteps faintly follow
Faceless voices down the hall.

Are all my memories mere illusions,
Have time and distance made them blur?
Is my past cast with self-delusions
And not the way things really were?

Memories, though they may haunt you,
Can help survive life's bitter burn,
If you're old enough to want to,
And wise enough to want to learn....

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FOOTLOOSE    AND    FOOTLESS


Children just  don’t remember  they’ve got feet
And deliberately fall, giggling  -  it’s sweet
Treading the leaves in gutter here:
It don’t hurt to fall on your rear.

Bursting handfuls of big yellow leaves  -
Oh, what a collection-pattern it weaves:
Red, orange with spots of lavender  -
Love-given bouquet for  indulgent mother.

Look in the mirror but it’s not you;
The real you is inside you :
Nothing to do with rears or feet.
Being three years old is so neat....

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