Barefoot Girl
We obey society's conventions
For fear there's much to lose
One of the unwritten rules
Is to at least try to wear shoes
You went barefoot like a peasant
A throwback to the days of old
I wondered about your welfare
I feared you might catch cold
You risked those feet on grass and stone
Burned one after dropping the kettle
The other was left hopping mad
Afte...
Saturday 25th April 2020 10:58 am
Looking Down At Your Shoes
Looking down at your shoes
Looking down at your shoes
I smell a rat when I see you
Looking down at your shoes
First there was wayward Madeleine
You fell for those big sheep's eyes
Followed by her twin sister Hattie
Notorious for her cakes and pies
After Jennifer and Lana and Teri
Your eyes were glued to your loafers
You seem to spend all your time
Entwine...
Wednesday 22nd April 2020 12:15 pm
Platform Shoes
Platform Shoes - Poem by Marie
Do you Remember the 70's Fantastic Platform shoes
I had Legs up to my bottom they kept the lads amused
My where a minty green shade,8inch off the ground
All my school mates said mine where the best around
I loved the thrill of balancing as I walked My Walked
The size of my plat forms neighbors talked and talked
Mam said its embarrassing buy a pair o...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 3:18 pm
Favourite Shoes
My dad's favourite shoes
He saved them for best
He wore them just once
As we laid him to rest
Dedicated to the loving memory of Jack Evans; love you dad x
Thursday 23rd November 2017 1:07 pm
...and a new pair of shoes
How do I love my shoes?
Let me count the ways.
I love their comfort and style and price.
When my foot can slip in
easily,
when kicking out of sight
foolish Insults and remarks.
I love them for their shine
and waterproofing,
Quiet in the walking,
By sun and torch-light.
I love the comfort as men
strive for Comfort.
I love their fashionability,
as they bask In praise...
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Lydia
I met a woman at the Blue Nile.
Our first encounter was her attempting to kiss my face. She seems to be in her mid-late fifties/early sixties. She began to tell me that she is okay, over and over again. She began to cry. She told me her sun died. He OD'ed at 39 years old. She watched him die, with his head between the toilet and the sink. Her other sun blamed his brother's death on her. Sh...
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