Walker Poems

Gym Genie’s

There are a few people who motivate me
When I walk in the gym to workout I see
Balances of challenges a sea of humanity 
Some with limbs that don’t move normally

The woman in wheel chair with a green smile
She’s moving and meeting her own goals now
The man using his walker has courage so loud
That inspires the lot of us even the small child 

In the pool they are free to move
Silly me too embarrassed to try to
I can’t swim and once had lessons too
I’m watching them as I do what I do

You may not know who you indigo inspire
Just by being who you are you lift higher
Yourself and others despite dilemma's red fire
You are an earthly star press on towards desire

Skin Walker

Only an Alchemist can master the mist at the flick of a wrist,  but here's the twist...

  A White Witch can switch into a hag real fast and cast a spell that leads to hell-o Mr Skin Walker, your quite the smooth talker, but your energy is not quite the same....

Sky Walker

Star dust sprinkled eyes
Drowsy wrinkled brain delight
Sleep walking tonight

river walker

River walker ran out of the pond today
They saw her coming, and some ran away
She is mystical, said the faeries beside the bay.
They wondered why she had chosen that day.

Her hair and clothes were silver bright
She had a glow that rivaled daylight’s light.
We stared in wonder, loving her cosmic might.
Everything about her felt absolutely right.

Wind Walker

Periods of time,
found a footprint of mine,
across some way I once went,
placing my mark upon the skies.

The Walker

The Walker

Sometimes, there is a sense that the road doesn't 
roll out further, there is no vista of a highland or a slow-running river of sweet water to lazily swim 
while remembering Marilyn in Lazaro's jewelry shop, a dream so vivid, not dim, as the years roll by.
It is time to take the boots out of the cupboard try them on, and feel how they make your feet walk
Travel light, a rucksack will do, and a solid walking stick to fend off dogs.
The upland has no rain, although it might shower 
on the way there; at night, you can seek shelter 
in an empty bear lair and sleep well till the thrush
says it is time to walk on if you want to find the place you know is there, over the horizon
In the dulcet knowledge of the longer one walks
the younger one feels.

Unicorn Fern Walker

The forest was in awe of the newcomer
She was a faerie type we had never seen
Being nocturnal, owls missed it, being asleep
Oaks were stretching their necks to get a peek

What is she? A princess? A faerie? A beauty for sure.
The unicorn is being led by her, and unicorns are pure.
We watched her advance, and a willow clued us in.
She is a unicorn fern walker, wise willow whispered in the din.

We had heard of such creatures but had never seen one before.
They made their way softly, barely crunching the stuff on the forest floor.
Where are they going? We asked, hoping she would stop to chat.
Both creatures disappeared without warning, right after that.

The Walker

bedeviled by saucy angels
he takes a twilight walk

behind his eyes
the old world is fading away
left and right
were but one
unclimbable horizon

he quickened his steps
as if fast walking would
outpace the beating of his
homeless heart

as for the tender-hearted angels
they were undressing
always undressing

always demanding
he stay rooted in his earth


if he could

even if he couldn't

Pet Walker Who Could Not Say No

My cousin Aliyah announced she is a pet walker to the cousins.
Why would she say that? She walks dogs by the dozens.
My friends have other pets, most of them one-of-a-kind.
My mother kept saying “Aliyah can do it. She will not mind.”

So now I am walking a horse, parrot, lizard, gecko, and snake.
Wearing on my back a fishbowl with a goldfish named Drake.
The pig barely catches up, and the raccoon is a trickster.
The alligator holds us back; he is named King McLickster.

Do not forget Mr. Tibbles, Aliyah’s mom said with glee.
He is a foul-talking parrot who has a big crush on me!
And what about the turtle? Her dad said. He is so slow.
Yes, he holds us back Aliyah admits, wherever we go.

Why can’t you say no? I asked my cousin, concerned for her.
I started saying yes, and I could not stop, she said with a murmur.
She has a weasel too, he is sneaky as he can be said her brother.
I have a lead on a bat, said her helpful pushy old mother.

Fire Walker Searches For Her Babies

loud cracks and creaks permeate the silence
inferno’s roar is heard in keen ears of wildlife
terror is felt throughout the forest
animals flee, but many do not make it out
the blinding smoke and their fear leaves them helpless
some curl up, waiting for death
the fire walker trots through the forest looking for her young
not realizing she lost them several decades ago
she is the only soul stuck in this purgatory of flames

A Walker Has Its Limitations

No fun using a "walker" believe me
Need assistance with every small task
Constantly asking for help
Puts a big burden on family members

If I could revert to my "pre-walker" days
A blessing it surely would be
Those jovial carefree days of my youth
Was a joy to be happiness bound

Then reality is in we're only here once
Life is just a one-act play
So make the most of it while we exist
A heavenly land awaits

Street Walker

She was only a whore they said
Just a druggie on the game
Most of the papers couldn’t be
Bothered to correctly spell her name.
Just an illegal immigrant tart,
Part of one of those foreign mobs
Over here to claim our benefits
Ot take over all  of our jobs.
Not one of  your high class call girls
Who service the Commons and Lords
Free of the general approbation
Such elevated status affords.

Not your enthusiastic amateur
Who put it about for free
Or one of those who’ve made it 
By appearing on reality TV.
Not your free loving aristocrat
Hopping gaily from bed to bed 
No, just a common street walker
Who unfortunately ended up dead.
Having so dehumanised her as
Just another lump of dead meat
Who earned herself a living by 
Selling cheap sex on the street 

This allegedly Christian nation
Doesn’t  really bother anymore,
Just turns to the sports page
For the latest footie score,
Or, the very wealthy 
With no real material cares,
To financial pages to check
Returns on stocks and shares.
Some mother, father or child 
Who won’t see her anymore
Are suffused with pain and grief
Even though she was only a whore.

1st African American In the Major League Baseball -Moses Fleetwood Walker

Moses Fleetwood
Him and his brother first African American
 To play in Major League Baseball
Rejected by the white citizens and players
Wanted to play continual for the Majors
Left and played for the minor leagues
Opened later an Opera House and started a newspaper
Moses Fleetwood Walker headstone on his grave read
“First Black Major League Baseball player in U.S.A.
Walker


6/15/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022

Rollo the Walker

In early medieval France 
The age of the Viking prevailed
Arriving off coast of Aquitaine
from Scandinavia sailed

This historic age burnt brightly
In 799 ships arrived
breaching shores destined as Normandy
A norsemans dream contrived

A profile in history of Rollo
A man exiled sword for hire
Of such height and breadth standing well above
The hordes he would come to acquire

Known as Rollo the walker
As no steed could bare his mount
Striding to navigate siege after siege
As history will recount

Normandy land of the North men
Francia would opt to cede
As conditions drawn up over council fires
Complete with mutton and mead

They must embrace the life of Christ
leave that which is Pagan behind
Rollo agreed they could do this yet
there was one thing he did mind

required to kiss the foot of the king
In subjugation to show
He replied to no man will I thus defer
to my honor render such blow

One of his men was instructed
to take this act as his own
Jerking the kings foot up to his mouth
rolling him off of his throne

A hearty laugh was had by all
Except the king of course 
by the man who led an army
Without courtesy of a horse

Night Walker

Their income was stretched really tight
Sid’s wife had to ‘Walk in the night’
She’d offer her favours
With not many waivers 
He’d try not to get too uptight

Once home she gave hugs to their kid
Gave nineteen pounds fifty to Sid
His ire was intense
‘Who paid fifty pence?’
Her answer was, ‘All of them did!’

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