Short Soles Poems
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Apex of mute dreams,
Rise above abandoned floors:
Pyramid of shoes.
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Inspired by the Auschwitz Shoes
The smell of leather,
Stirs the Auschwitz warehouses:
Leather reminders.
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Inspired by the Auschwitz Shoes
Diamonds are so cheap
only the excessive greed
of man, his profit
create a shortage of such,
gullibility a joy!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
theyer run down
you feel like a clown
as the flop side by side
my feet is wide
it hard to guild
and these or no lies
the old
SHOE SOLES
Dark hard dark rubber shoe soles
jiggle up and down in boredom
classy, they’re the same he’ll wear
ten years from now, graduated,
at the office, still bored, wondering
where his youth went.
What would i ask my soul
What words would plaster over cracks and cuts
that binds it together
Where can i find it
for when i look inside
echoes of my sight rebound
And if it could be found
would it turn around
Ignore my pleadings
to be healed
Soulless creature
forced to watch
with empty jealous eyes
Warm leather once danced on happy feet
Now cold and still abandoned by the wall
Lovers strolled along moonlit paths
The pairs now long gone into the past
Children played joyfully in the park
Those shoes are carelessly tossed
Young and old marched to their death unshod
Leaving behind empty soles heaped high
Look familiar
Where you started from
Shoes laced you up
Made you come
Walking unknown streets
Stepping with future's feet
Mapquest to different times
Memories calling out
Like weathered chimes
Courted future and past
Strolled in the present
Shadowed footprints cast
Changed all directions
That will always last
my shirts and shoes
are wearing out -
and they tell me
I am too
I patch and glue
to make them whole -
but fail
to make them new
I have holes in my soles
and frayed treads on my edges -
but manage
for the most part to get through
until one day
they say
it will all fall apart
hopefully all at once
I pray
skeptical swollen soles
tracing dark toes
on vying veins
of tactic trains:
lofty lousy limbs
etched in ink
drastic dances dripping
on seeps scrunching
in jumpy jolly
mystic melody birthed
embroidered with will
virtuoso concerto crunching
sumptuous soles stretching
la-de-da limbs lurching.
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One evening as I walked my dog
I came across a pair of shoes
Lying there beside a log
Not exactly breaking news
Still I couldn’t help but wonder
Who would ditch their size sixteens
Did they hate the rainbow colors
Or the oddly random seams?
Or perhaps some bozo missed them
These huge and homely shoes I’d found
And rather than dismiss them
There I stood, missing a clown.
The sounds of boots on the sands
Soles imprinted deep into posterity
Steady matching under the soft glow of hope
The gallant steps of the mighty men
I saw the weights tied around their waist
The stench of cold, ghastly death
The ears bleeding from the wails of the forgotten
The forgotten. Soles imprinted in the sands.
I looked again and I saw the eager
Soaring farther into the forlorn sky
I smiled as more men pass by
The mark of hope on their forehead.
When they heard the drone of the jets
They knew it was time to hide
And find a safe place to escape the threat
They knew they'd soon hear explosions outside
Despite the war and its destructive sting
They still did everyday things
like going shopping, doing chores
Just to survive one day more
It wasn't long before the jets came again
To deliver their explosive pain
Some had no hiding place to choose
And falling from the sky, came two pairs of shoes..........