Short Velcro Poems

Velcro-

A Biological child,

Born to,

An Engineering father!...

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Looking
Over
Velcro
Eyes
Left
Inside 
Nightingales
Easter's
Soft 
Surrender...

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Lay low,
Lay low
velcro 
scarecrow. 

Lint roll  your wings after flying. 
Live upon a cloud that never fades....

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I will never again buy
Shoes that I have to tie
I’m gonna’ go
With Velcro…
Until the day I die
...

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Between Velcro
And touch screen

We are losing touching
Feeling and doing

Thumbs made us
All thumbs we will be



***...

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please
por favor
extend and

depends
i wear the
ones with a

velcro 
strap to
accommodate 

my belly
fat so that
i can say that

my belly
is FLAT but
the L is silent...

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Finding it more difficult to tie my shoes
Velcro flaps are the answer to my blues
Having this problem?
Try bob bob bobbin'
Half way down you'll emit sounds like a kazoo...

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Ripping the air
in shreds between us
the curve of your ass
couldn't be found in molten glass dribbles
objecting to breathing
Velcro lips
bone on hip
fingers slipped
on a strippened tongue
sandpaper groan
don't go don't......

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I hardly ever wear shoes that tie.
My wife will tell you, I never lie.
Velcro shoes are my game.
I love them without shame.
If they stopped making them, I would cry.




Written for


Sponsor S K A T * 
Contest Name SHOES...

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Loneliness has faded away; Joy now boldly shining through
Once an empty heart is now filled to the top with a lusty haze
Velcro is jealous of how close we are to one another
Eternity will be over before our hearts go their separate ways...

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Booties on tiny feet
                                                           
Skipping in new white tennies

Wobbling in first high heels

Gliding in wedding slippers
                         
Chasing kids in sensible flats

Arthritic fingers and velcro straps

...   No shoes needed in the after- life...

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Push and shove,
Velcro up your gloves
There's snow in the square,
In the other corner is love,
Cold and unforgiving
Like the clouds up above
Herself, she shivers in spite of
Searching for meaning
In a house come undone
She opens her window,
Listens for the sun

And then she finally heard it:
Absolute,
Resolute,
Silence...

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Everyone in the grotto knows
The reason for Santa’s ho ho ho’s
And why Santa’s little helper is all aglow
Because she is the latest of Santa’s ho’s
In her green woolly panty hoes
Pixie shoes with turned up toes
Her outfit held together with velcro
Everyone in the grotto knows
Santa gets inside her pixie clothes
And fills her stocking, ho ho ho...

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She has pink shoes.
Little pink shoes.
See? How she can dance
     and twirl? Jump so high,
     much higher than her other shoes?
They are so easy too,
     no laces or velcro NO!
No need to bend over,
     just step right in
She's a princess, Elsa
Of Course!
Not Anna, ELSA!
With little pink shoes.

***

June 7, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White...

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Velcro shod man
lingers in the V.A. clinic
for yet another visit;
he slowly turns pages,
reading pictures.

Withered man
peeking from beneath bushy eyebrows
laying odds on another day
at the park:  stooping
to stop the ball
a kid just threw curved
into the wheelchair.

Sitting
his old bowed head
white and sparse of hair
a tired head,
tired of waiting
to finish
the landing....

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WALKING AWAY – for contest


Velcro attachments
			
			tear at my heart
						fibers ripping
	
	individually,

				separating

		
			without knowledge
					

							without cause

….tortured	
			
			by the pain

					
						of reason’s doubt


							w a l k I n g

								………..	a w a y




12/14/2015

submitted to – Walking Away – poetry contest
sponsor – Silent One...

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Zippers and Velcro and snaps and straps
nylon loops are found everywhere
pockets there are of every size
pockets in pockets can be found

flags of black hang upside down
holding meanings that are not found
over shoulders diagonally hung
made to fit over either one

covered with tools of every kind
stuck in loops and on Velcro  hung
swinging on straps as they walk
ringing softly with tinkling sounds...

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Growing tired
of running circles around your eyes.
Time to slow the tempo of the jester's soul tangle.
Breathe-breathe....breathe
my deep blue raggedy sheep.
Easy-easy-easy
you don't need those happy pills
just these bucking, diamond flanks. 
Chill-chill chill.
rest your Velcro heart in my sticky mind.
Watch stars climb from frozen naps...
time to dream...dream ...dream. 
Turn 
each 
other
on.
My deep blue raggedy sheep......

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I want to hold you close forever,
to savor the vivid, fleeting intimacy,
that, like candy, seems gone too soon.

I’m a practical person, so I asked Peter,
“What works better, duct tape or velcro?”

Sure, some things will be awkward, at first,
like walking, thanksgiving dinner with parents,
shopping, bathing and driver’s license photos
but those always suck - let’s accept that.

We’ll live and love - together - without apologies.

....

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Man
old
in wheelchair
with a number tatooed
across the back of his hand.

Three rows of numbers.
Were you there?
Germany?
Amsterdam?
His head is bowed into
hand/arm resting on the chair.

Bowed head
sparse white of hair
were you there?
Holocaust man reading.
In boots now he is
the lumber man,
or cowboy man ...
were you there?

Old velcro tennis
shoe men
in the optometry clinic
waiting for glasses
while they
read
pictures....

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Foot wear,
The foot where,
The foot what connecting all to this world,
To dress,foot wear,
Addressing care,
The lacing made old fashion,
Replacing buckles,chains and Velcro in machines,
In rainbow colors,
Short builds to shot up,
Size to size foot wise,
A ladies pride,
Sometimes a tool provide,
A history when came in contact with cheeks,
Thrown at some heads in anger,
Get into others foot often,
Bare foot,a symbol of poverty,
Cobblers to make,
Lincoln an exception!...

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My brain was once like Velcro;
Each tidbit added stuck
And waited there, accessible
For me to find and pluck.

But all the space got taken;
The Velcro’s been replaced
By ancient masking tape from which
The glue has been erased.

So new additions do not stick
And cannot be retrieved.
Had I been warned when I was young,
I wouldn’t have believed.

Yet all things have their limits
And this, too, goes for the mind.
The more we age, the more we leave
What we once knew behind....

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