Short Tennis Shoe Poems
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the other dubious tennis shoe dropped
causing a splash heard round the world
thunder crashed and lions came out of gladiator's mouths
a wondrous feast in land of the lost
several suspects
bad guys versus police
stand in a line up
detective puzzle
I am not guilty
dental records
tennis shoe prints
observations
cigarette butt
dna
fingerprints
nervous feet
smudge mark
tattoo
clues
Tennis shoe threads mark
A path in the fresh trail dirt
Climbing to where the air thins
A grave stone is placed
Where grand forefathers once stepped
History in a hillside
Apex reached, voice booms
Hello.o.o.o.o.o
I was here, ere, ere, ere, ere
A dashing, young field mouse
Once married a shrew,
And they set up housekeeping
In an old tennis shoe.
When their babies were born--
Not shrews and not mice--
They were the proud parents
Of a shoe full of shrice.
Form:
mitchety kitchety switchety doo
I tore up the kitchen to look for my shoe
ritchety, fitchety, vitchety ray
I am getting ready to throw the other away
stabbery wabbery mabbery wee
where could that silly comfy tennis shoe be?
friggety, wriggety, sliggety, bit,
If I do not find it soon, I plan to throw a big fit.
Silent and always there to mimick you,
The shadow quick to never fall behind,
It appears as if its stretching from the tip of your tennis shoe,
Away into the distance in a straight line,
You cant hide from it or loose it no matter what,
With an arsenal of weapons you try to take it out,
Only to find it's immune to any hole or cut
Brutish bison stepped on my left foot today
Making me less merry, forcing me to delay
It weighed a ton, so what could I do?
I yelled “Get off of my tennis shoe!”
Skittish bison got startled and galloped away
My toe is broken, bleeding, its nail is turning gray.
So, I cannot come over for my play date today.
Maybe you should invite my cousin Jay.
Was it a clash, a scrimmage or an attack?
The warrior was speechless; his name was Max
Did they carry armor? Did they throw you down?
Did it happen in the woods or in London town?
Were they wearing colors? Did they have banners too?
Were they booted up or did they wear a tennis shoe?
Did they wear crowns or hats? Did they carry shields?
Max ran off screaming toward Wrigley Fields.
from Blue to orange,
to purple and pink,
from black to white,
then back to blue,
from sparks of light,
to loud, bold sounds,
with wet cold stuff dripping down,
cold as clay, some may say,
especially through April to May,
when black with white,
we see the light,
of a falling star coming down,
They light the sky and change it to,
it's brighter than my tennis shoe!
Then overnight, it starts all over,
the changing of the sky...
Form:
Drifts pile against the back door
ajar
cold creeps across the floor
where she sits with his head
in her lap
soft breaths escape his lips in
short puffs
startling blue eyes
beseech hers
in silence
as
blood trickles
from his ear
onto her white tennis shoe
she gently combs his curls
with trembling fingers
knowing
bloody bubbles blowing
down his chin
means
time
is
once again
real.
Witch, warlock, goblin and vampire fine
Wearing one slipper and one tennis shoe
They all ran home at promptly half past nine.
Fine goblins, ghosts, and ebony cats too.
And a lively she devil newly born
Hid down at the corner at twenty-two
Barn owls wearing goat hats with a curly horn
Hooting their truth in October’s clean night
Eating juicy pumpkin cakes with candy corn.
Halloween witchcraft magic feels ever so right.
Come to my bed, Sweet. I’ve already turned off the light.