Short Shoe In Poems
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I really have to say
I'm much like a shoe in a way
for down on the ground
I am usually found
with a foot in my mouth every day
Could Call A Shoe In
What he was called is a shoe in;
A sure fire winner he had been,
Who they did adore,
Named Roy Moore,
And he lived a terrible life of sin.
Jim Horn
Writhing patchwork
Vivified
With negative charge
Shirt-n-tie shoe-in
Lunch-n-punch reports
Control over who?
Crisp tailoring hides
Grisly quilt
Stitched of you
Alpha goat
Clip-clop
Over you
Alpha rat
Gnawing
On you
You
The spider spins in earnest
To foreshadow some effect.
A solitary sort of fellow...
Deserving of respect.
If a spider's life has purpose
And in Nature... pulls its weight.
Think twice upon the moment...
You raise a shoe in haste
The End
Courage in Steerage and Porridge
You will never read another
limerick like this one. Was
watching Cinderella when
courage was mentioned.
We heard she had so much courage;
Was stuffed in shoe in her steerage;
So much delight,
In pretty sight;
She also had tasted it in her porridge.
Jim Horn
The purpose of this exercise or test
Is to assess your own individual
limit's of excess
And if you are 1 of the last standing
at the end
You are a shoe in for the job
After that there is a small case of
a swearing in welcoming ceremony
Then your skills will be put to good use
In the matter of the dark arts & craft
arena
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" taken from The Merchant of Venice, Act 3 Scene 1
bleeding scarlet by laceration
audibly amused through titillation
beautiful ladies diminish survival
launches second shoe in reprisal
The Glen is silent, almost to a deadly halt.
You can hear your own breath and your heart beating in your chest.
It’s eerie and you’re feeling afraid.
You don’t know why?
The haar is closing in and dulling any sound even more.
You start to panic and go to turn on your heel.
As you pace yourself to move you look behind you and hear the most awful noise.
“Mum, I’ve lost my shoe in the bog!”
Poor man's prayer
Lord, don't fix the hole in my sole
For the shoe can be replaced
I can walk a mile, tread softly on the sole
Avoid the puddles and pebbles
The thorns
Deftly reaching my destination
Lord, fill the hole in my soul
That life has dug deep, lord
Make me feel whole again
Let me steep in your love
Like a tea-bag, Lord
Lord, I know the hole in my belly,
In my shoe, in my clothes
Is only temporary
But the hole in my soul
Is taking it's toll, Lord
Fill it, Lord I pray