When out last week
a-looking around
heard the the boys in the band
and their sound
rocking out all right
a-pleasing the crowd
with strings and keys
playing so loud
while out that night
a-doing the town
saw the boys in the band
getting down
hands were a-clapping
knees a-slapping
toes a-tapping
flip-flops a-flapping
in time to the music
of the Beach Bar groove
where at five bucks a beer
I had nothing left to lose
nothing there but the Beach Bar blues
As I snuggle beneath the sheet
I thank you Lord placing my feet
at such a distance from my nose
and all else 'tween my head and toes.
Though other things you could improve,
of this design I do approve.
Moonlight trickles soft light
Pouring from Milky Way
Illuminating gold silent night
Save for fireflies dancing away
Honeysuckle breeze enticing
Blue butterfly sleeps in red rose
Vision of brown owl exciting
Hunting with razor sharp toes
Once upon a time, Rumple
Stein sat by the glowing fire
and called the children close.
"Tonight," he whispered with
a wicked smile, "I will tell you
about the Dust- Gnasher."
This creature has skin like old
parchment and razor- sharp fingers
long enough to wrap around the
mattress.
It waits in absolute silence,
completely flattered beneath
your dark bed frame all night
long.
The moment the bedroom
lights click off, its yellow eyes
pop open in the shadows.
It listens for the sound of
deep breathing to know you
are finally fast asleep.
Then, it slowly slides out to
sniff the air, looking for tiny
bare feet hanging off the edge.
If you leave a toe uncovered,
it's cold, bristly tongue will
give it a tiny bite.
It loves to steal loose socks
and chew on plastic toys with
its full, clicking teeth.
"So tuck your blankets tightly
tonight," Rumple chuckled,
"because it is listening right
now."
Life slips through our fingers
past eyes, ears, and nose
lightly brushes our toes
In the main, we slumber our way
to the grave ~ dja have a nice day?
A Hemingway cat
Moustached with five toes up front
White mittens with thumbs
Dancing toes paint a liquiscent waltz
Fluttered limbs impossible grace
Floating form the unreal flight.
Shelves of air on feathers.
Ballerina's death
Preposterous
Bewildered
Starving
Art
She danced on the beach
Amongst the seashells
And crashing waves
Sand got between her toes
And she wiggled them
As she twirled around
She had a small audience
Of onlookers
Admiring her beauty and rhythm
She danced for hours
Then twilight came
And the breeze carried her hair
But as she danced
All she could think about
Was the sand in her toes
So carefree and delightful
She would need to rinse her feet
After her dance
Walking many pretty beaches,
picking up pebbles like peaches.
The cool water licked my feet,
as the sand went through my toes.
Pebbles with a peach color,
jar with old pebbles.
I thought the storm is over
I thought freedom was finally free
Yet with time the pictures of our realities are still far from peace
The hunters keep hunting my Soil
They hate me but they love my resources
I thought we live in a civilised era
What happens to a free man
Or is torment compulsory or a wage
Of disobedience
Too long our hero’s are Been suppressed deprived and killed
This are the examples of a true reality
Realities of the third world class
Is sad that this are part of
The things that can never change
Not until we stand
Ten toes.
Miss Juliette trips the light fantastic
To temporary, temporal, tempo clocks
Pirouettes and dips, like tight elastic
In her bustles and bows and bobby socks
A whirlybird, a wonder, a wisp of the wind
Tippy-toeing to tantalize her toes
Spinning and grinning, unaware of the wind
Tippy-toes tapping to where the wind blows
"A Cemetery Can Take Your Breath Away. Watch Out Where You Walk." By Poet
When I travel I love taking photos,
of cemeteries and of a pretty rose.
Sometimes the picture gets my painted toes,
or maybe even my nose.
On one trip I took a long flight,
when looking at my photos I saw a bright light.
Taken in the daytime not at night,
the big ball of light gave me a fright.
Some said it was a ghost,
but the photo was not taken by the seacoast.
Was this a cemetery host,
if yes are you serving a pot roast?
We love playing in the street
To escape the summer heat
On this day we walk to the park
Feeding chicks who stole our hearts
Suddenly the weather did change
We got caught shoes off in the rain
No need to fret for the animals don’t
Not upset we sing a rainy day song
Splash splash near the duck pond
They take a bath as we carry on
Find a double puddle to splash in
Left foot right foot jump and grin
There’s a rainbow in the sky
And we make great mud pies
A bright day and there’s still sun
Dancing in rain we have much fun
They say life slips through our fingers,
but I think it slips through our toes,
for you never know the day you might...
wrong a right
dye your hair green
out of spite
or even take the plunge
into death's dreaded depths and...
Go
And when you do,
you might think of all the things
you didn't do -
all the places you never walked,
but more particularly,
those whose shoes you never walked in,
and walked over their hearts instead,
yes, I think it's our toes that life slips through
after all
Small town hick watched a romantic flick
Ate his salty popcorn really quick
Floor of the theater was sticky thick
Stepped on the toe of an old friend named Rick
Angry Rick told his big brother Dick
Dick recruited their second cousin Vic
Vic said fighting is mean and sick
Ignoring the slight is the real trick
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