Poetry Blogs (feet)
Does a lie has feet or walk
Only liars have more than two
Don't listen to a lie as a joke
Then will help lies to grow
God will ask; why do you lie?
So get ready for God's punishment.
Me, you, them, surely will die
Should keep ready for last statement
Get back soon to the early pureness
And stop cheating creatures
Just in case you look for happiness
Wednesday 27th February 2019 1:03 pm
Thank you to everyone who took part and voted in the above themed poetry competition. As usual, more people were interested in reading and writing than voting but nonetheless, we have a very clear winner!
“It was outstanding, the first one out of the traps, and I felt from the outset it would be hard to beat. Gritty in the face of grief, resilience in bereavement, marvellous language.”
Tuesday 12th July 2011 2:00 pm
Cycling socks stolen,
in suspicious circumstances -
suspect secondborn -
I cycled sockless through Scarisbrick,
Skelmersdale, Shevington and Standish,
circa summer solstice.
Somewhat sore on Sunday.
Tuesday 5th July 2011 6:32 am
The feet of our Lord walked
Along the dusty roads,
Scratched by the stones.
Along the narrow paths,
Cared by the green grasses.
Those Saint Feet were not aware of tiredness,
He walked His way with worthiness.
Beyond an ordinary strength those feet walked.
Days and nights,
Proclaiming to avoid the fights.
Those feet were washed by tears,
Sunday 3rd July 2011 2:15 pm
She totters as she trots across the street
On spindly, thin-shin shanks that
Could not dance a dodgy, rocky foxtrot.
This would-be vamp is hobbled
In her shaky, rakish steps
That wobble cock-eyed, knock-kneed,
In her lust for shoe-supremacy.
This dainty demoiselle is held
To be no stately, graceful gazelle
But gawky like a new-born, gauche giraffe
Tuesday 28th June 2011 6:50 pm
I’ve got a brand new business plan,
A craze that will endure;
I’ve based it on that fish-tank thing -
That women’s pedicure;
And my idea is similar
The blokes will love for sure;
It still involves a tank of fish;
I call it Penicure.
Monday 27th June 2011 11:36 pm
a flashing view in the washroom mirror
who the hell is that
a plain jane in a neat grey suit
no – LUST
oh my god it’s me
Lips flame rouged
Shaded lids in saucy shadows
To her breast a crimson rose
And dancing heels with red silk lining
Swaying lithely to silent melody
Tingling with desire to dance
Twirling swirling scarlet skirt...
Monday 27th June 2011 11:18 am
Let me dance in golden shoes
upon the winds and seas
Sunday 26th June 2011 1:27 pm
On the right foot
I’ll put on a boot.
On the left foot,
I’ll put on a shoe,
Red or may be blue.
Do you know what for?
To ignore public opinion,
To show you and all:
I am the only one
Out of million.
Or may be more:
To show you
That I am nervous,
A little bit ambitious.
© Copyright Larisa Rzhepishevska
Saturday 25th June 2011 6:06 pm
Of all the joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks onto mine…
He read me like a Mills & Boon
thought he knew my heart’s desire
swept me off my corny feet
set curled up toes on fire
For him podiatry was challenge
experimental, avant guarde
hammered toes blown fast and hard
He innovated long and often...
Saturday 25th June 2011 1:31 pm
An old submission - but I couldn't resist!
(You never know what the man next to you on the train is thinking).
Pretty, painted, piggy toes Peep shyly through their shoe;
But, pretty lady, I must keep My secret stare from you.
So slyly with more subtlety, A better view to gain,
I turn to your reflection In the window pane.
This private peepshow I enjoy, New t...
Friday 24th June 2011 2:25 pm
When I grow old
I shall wear purple
polished patent leather, platform soles
aspire to strut higher
grind cool skin till its on fire
twixt scapula and lumbar
spread my toes...
I shall chuck grandchildren beneath the chin
then chuck them back - gladly
to parents disapproving, sullen eyed
not aspire to die too wealthy
make the most of being healthy...
Thursday 23rd June 2011 2:40 pm
Sole to sole. Blissful
Our feet and eyes touch in love
Soul to soul. Blissful.
Warning – this poem contains “foma”
For 40 years I've been fascinated by CAT'S CRADLE, a novel by Kurt Vonnegut. Even though I disagree with his main conclusion it is immensely provocative (and amusing). In Cat's Cradle, the supreme act of worsh...
Saturday 18th June 2011 11:47 am
I have never been one
To slowly and lowly
Dip my toe in the flow
Rather I`ve leapt
Feet first in a burst
Of passion not to ration
Walk a straight line?
Well no, what a bore!
Throw me a curve and I`ll swerve
I have no control
Over lower digits which fidget
To land me and strand me
Wednesday 15th June 2011 2:52 pm
You may believe me or not
But Cinderella’s story
Brought me to a different plot:
How quickly Prince all forgot
I will tell you in short.
When Cinderella was running away
And on the stairway
Had lost her crystal shoe,
It was really true.
Prince couldn’t catch her up.
He stumbled on something,
Thought it was a queen’s cup.
The shoe slip...
Monday 13th June 2011 11:43 am
OLD GLITTER AND FLIP FLOPS
I dont quite fit
the cracks between your toes.
The glitter slides around the eyes
lies in the corner of truth
words we shared
rub my feet sore now.
No more lippy on my cheek
and hugs in the dark
a camp lark
down the mike
Im sure you don't
even like me.
A poke on facebook would be nice,
if not ru...
Friday 10th June 2011 10:55 am
“I’ll grant you one wish”
and she did
and the next time
she placed her size fives in my lap
there were no white knickers
just suspenders & stockings
and long, long legs
leading all the way to heaven
for a teenager
in Ladies Shoes.
Thursday 9th June 2011 8:53 pm
(Nancy Sinatra,s song #These boot are made for walking# in mind)
You kept saying first Poland
then the whole world.
for it to become Arian,Germanic
was for the best.
we decided we were,nt keen on losing freedom,
we wanted shut of Adolf,Goering Eichmann,Hess.
Their Jackboots were made for goosestepping
as in Poland and all of Europe too,
Thursday 9th June 2011 10:58 am
Somewhere underfoot beneath her contemptuous gaze
Grinding and crushing
Blood rushing to her head
Misting bloody red
Wine and roses lay scattered
Dreams and schemes splattered
Left then right spinning into the vicious plight awaiting
Cold, colder yet as cruellest roaring sea
Light her slender form struck out at me
Red pretty toenails sharp as razors pledge th...
Wednesday 8th June 2011 6:16 pm
I want to buy you chocolate shoes
with cherry buttons at the heel
a petticoat of sugarspun
I want to buy you chocolate shoes
with parma violets at the heel
and as the chocolate melts into
the tender crevice slip my tongue
to find the delicacy there
the cleavage inbetween your toes
I want to buy you ch...
Wednesday 8th June 2011 3:25 pm
It may sound corny but I love you
I want to feel and heal your soul
Every bone in my body wants you
Size 10 is perfect
My feelings are big
You've heard of arch-enemies – I'm your arch-friend
I know I have a tendon-cy to exaggerate
but there's little doubt in my mind
we would have a ball together.
I want to take sole possession of you
nibble your toes
Tuesday 7th June 2011 7:07 pm
The costly forestry boots our kid insisted
Warmed your twisted feet in the afterlife
Didn’t worry me in the slightest;
For you it was never about the price.
It wasn’t your trainers which strained my heart,
Or the leather uppers kicking me in the guts,
not the steel toe caps breaking through healed scars.
Or even rubber wellies wading through the tears.
Tuesday 7th June 2011 4:10 pm
Since everyone seemed to enjoy the Escape themed poetry competition, I thought I’d introduce a new theme pretty quickly before the holiday season begins - I hope you like it. I wanted something totally different that opened us all up to lighter poetry. The competition will run till 6thJuly with votes to me by 10thJuly. I wasn’t proposing to put up any prize money. I don’t think people are m...
Monday 6th June 2011 9:21 pm