Walkers Poems - Poems about Walkers

Floral Stilt Walkers

We have floral stilt walkers in this circus you know
I had no idea, but sat down to enjoy the keen show
I had never been to the UK so this was a treat
The floral stilt walkers are tidy and incredibly neat

They walk better than most of us who are on the ground
I waved and winked to

Shapeshifters and Skin Walkers

Wisemen, shaman, and medicine men understand skin-walkers
These are usually quiet meditative types, not the biggest talkers.

People who can transform into bears, wolves, eagles and fox.
Men and women who self-hypnotize and live outside of society’s box.

Through dance, hunting rituals and songs they learn to let go.
Their egos do not hold them back, they are filled with

Walkers

Some people walk with purpose,
Their confidence on view,
While others shuffle by as if 
They haven’t got a clue.

New Yorkers, as a rule, are fast
And so their normal pace
May look, to others, like they are
Competing in a race.

But as with any rule, there are
Exceptions, so I know
Some walkers take forever to
Get where they need to go.

Beach Walkers

tiny waves tickle
footprints gently washed away
firmly holding hands

Slow Walkers

turtles slowly walk
millions of years yet to go
odd, simple, reptiles

Walkers Lock and Key Bridge

Memories hidden in a unique way
Travelers awed by nostalagia
Bridge walkers stopping
Unhurried, unconcerned about time

Making their way slowly
Methodical, meandering, milling teens
Laughing at the ideas they derive from the locks
Smiling because they are together and this is enough

Locking out no one,
Accepting all comers,
Sharing their lives with people of every creed,
Color, religion, of the world and every walk

Daily Walkers Do Not Meet

On the common sidewalk
we walk everyday
Our steps meet ...
We follow the same route
and we discern the same things.
.We wet under the same rain
and burn under the same sun.
If our footsteps
are familiar with each other,
if we're so close together such a way
Why we do not talk
We are badly aware of our
names  ?

Crutches, Walkers, Knee Wraps

Crutches, walkers, knee wraps, ankle wraps, wheelchairs, hot and icy.
Yes, I do have all of these things,  ice bags too, and I am not afraid to use them.
I have arthritis in my feet.  It is crazy how awful it can be to take a step sometimes and know
You cannot take another one. You

Two Walkers and a Wheelchair

Oh my yes, I do have two walkers and a chromed wheelchair.
Procured them years ago when I tore my ACL one day.
Twas a mis-adventure of missing a chair high in the air.
When I take a painful arthritic step I do not delay.
Get out my arsenal of aids and travel without a care.
Helped friends who unexpectedly

Night Walkers

As I was troubled by the night walkers
Tossing and turning for my last breath was kept from perishing  
I was empty of body but full of imagination 
Reciting next to my dreams
My past, my comforting visions 
For I was to be no more 
The life I was given soon to be a memory 
My

Sleep Walkers

Ghouls
Zombies
Dead of night
Creatures undead
Whoever started this must be insane.
Is it likely these creatures entertain?
Living instead
Spreading fright
Or ease
Fools



written by Cecil Hickman

Date 11-01-2013

Beach Walkers

Retreat into the shimmering sand,
with bare feet just drifting along.
Contemplating the waves, the wind
and the voices, follow them all.

Try not to think as you breath,
let go of that endless refrain.
Deconstructing the ways, the pain
and the choices, let go of them all.

Silhouettes like ghosts straight ahead,
and sea gulls that open their shells.
The salty sensations, the distant
reflections,

Mall Walkers Club

We belong to a local Mall Walkers Club
We meet every morning bout eight
A determined bunch of gnarly old farts
Who are trying real hard to lose weight

We're all different sizes and funny shapes
None that you'd call slim and trim
A common purpose, we all have in mind
We consider this a walk at the gym

You see us guys

Soul Walkers

The walkers ... aimless and ambling,
stagger, strut and stumble toward
their solitary scenarios.
An occasional erect form jogs
the stomping sound of feet submerged
in the staccato hum > the rapid fire buzz
the blaring horns of traffic.

The colors of life appear random ...
as flashing retinal after images
on closed lids, constantly 
refreshed by rubbing.

A geometry of pretense
is etched into the

Walkers Bags of Taste 2

Walkers crisps should be forced to comply
With trade description legislation
And stop disappointing their customers
With their artificial flavourization

When purchasing a bag of Walkers crisps
The connoisseur would think it a mistake
If he was unable to detect the distinct flavour
Of sweaty cagoule and Kendal mint cake

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