The Souls of Feet
The bottoms of shoes are measured in years by their earthly peers: feet.
When will it be warm? 
Feet that have danced across plains Misty Morn
and share spaces on trains of thought. Earthy smells abound
Only to be bought and sold Birds chirping.
by conglomerates to keep them settled and still.
(Often against their will) Sunlight bakes
For if they fulfill their desires Brushy undergrowth
who would put out the fires of these shooting stars? Air is still
No!  Put them behind bars or lock them in cars
to commute for the loot they’ll never really have. Clouds rumble
as soft rain sprinkles
The feet of the masses the pavement
Must trail the asses
Of the upper classes Sunset makes
Because they’re too blind for glasses a sky wide rainbow
red, orange, blue
Unable to see truth through a hormone ridden youth.
We all became uncouth the day we lost our last tooth Lemonade
Gnawing on advertisements. shoes off in July
And so the feet begin to chase each other Grass stained knees
Away from the place of brother
And sisterhood away from the common good.
“Can’t we all just get along?”

What’s the Word?

Na half of us are on the bong and now they’re minds are gone Ill though the effects have proven to become
Singing songs about nudity and thongs some choose this over affections.
Hypnotized in throngs. Objections may be raised but no
Sad feet already beat they find they must retreat lowly deviant do I wish it upon.  Grand
Into a pair of cleats and noble it may seem to those in higher stations,
and resort to confused violence temptations are what they’d see as it’s opposite.
Stepping on the toes of those next door It may be a blessing to another
And soon the feet are poor and they lose Others call it the only peace and quiet they got
unable to afford shoes. Not me, certainly not me, I hate it.

 

Snow      

The rush of crisp wind accompanied by

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flakes of face numbing and shivering cold. There are of course the wild pronouncements of birds
Interpreted by the beholder’s eye: That mark in me a jealousy that can only be
Pure joy for the young, more work for the old. Somehow linked to selfishness.
As for myself what do I see outside? To think how closely they may view the
Yes, it’s been awhile since I’ve enjoyed Sun, the one bright spot,
 The white drifts and took a sled for a ride. Making my blue red and orange.
Still automotively I would avoid Soon to leave my sight.
Weather as intense as it often gets I loathe the night but can’t live
Yet sledding is treasured so come on let’s. Without it and fear
The thought of the sun
In those predawn moments
For I know that birds will
Again be in flight swirling
Paper soul And hurling “cheep cheep” cheap
Tattered crayon box Insults.
Fingering the colored wax I rest assured in one truth:
Searching for my shade They are forever tied to the sky
And not obliged to the infinity
Which lies beyond.
Indeed, there are, of course, the wild pronouncements of birds,
But, humanity’s flights of fancy will speak more than mere words!

 

Found Poem - A poem using words taken from somewhere else and arranged in a poetic way.

Love is a Desert
            I felt buried in the ashes
Of the fire by a woman I seemed to know.
The last two years I had no bodily need
Except to come and go each day into
one of the twenty miserable offices.
The silence of my passage hurt my
Straining ears sickeningly for
A few whispered words.  Me with
A hundred rushing things to say.
The pestilent beating of the monotony
                                    Had been painful.
I long for one hour after midnight
            To be shared together.
Then I wake to hold my heavy lashed
Peering eyes open, sorry when it ended.
In consequence the novelty of this change was severe.
So by common consent we place
            Me in a most comfortable little sand grave.
So grateful was I for the few seconds of
                        Words and cooking we had shared.
(Found on page 70 in The Seven Pillars of Wisdom by T.E. Lawrence)