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Tag Archives: Toes
QUICKIE, SHORTY POEM
Quickie, shorty, speak-y easy. . . whip some words up to go with your post-noon or evening cup, cafe or tea-sy. . . So to do, I tap ten fingers, and ten toes, a little cold, now warm at keys, … Continue reading
Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry
Tagged Blue Sky, Extremities, Fear, Fingers, Leap of fairth, Meaning, Quick, Reach, Short, Sky, Technology, Toes, Write
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MORE STRENGTH THAN YOU THINK
Strength there’s much more there than you may know, or in your wildest dreams may think, Just take a sec. . . let go the muscles in your neck. . . Then, take a breath. . . Let ride on … Continue reading
Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry
Tagged Add up, Calm, Capillary, Disparagement, Feel, Fingers, First to blink, Gut, Hands, Head, Heart, Hell or high water, Love, Lungs, Skin, Stomach, Strength, Tall, Toes, True
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IF YOU GIVE ROVER ANY SHOES
If you give Rover any shoes, do not give over too many shoes. For dogs on shoes can do so many chews, that if you still have toes to cover, your chance to shoe them will be over, for you’ll … Continue reading
Posted in CHEWING, Humor, Poetry, Quick reads
Tagged Chewing, Dogs, Opportunity, Rover, Shoes, Toes
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HAPPY TOES
Happy feet. . . and happy toes. . . the base from which a happy people grows. . .
Posted in Poetry, Quick reads
Tagged Feeling, Feet, Growth, Happiness, Life, Mind Body, People, Quick Reads, Toes
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THE UP AND UP
Creep. . . itty bitty critter small. . . slow uphill crawl from the parabolic pit of this old year, about to shuck its hull. . . the night recedes days ooze more long seeped minute fractions spread the day … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Seasons, Winter
Tagged Balloons, Brightness, Confetti, Crawl, Creep, Critter, Dancing, Darkness, Day, Distance, Down, Firecrackers, Glow, Harvest, Hull, Light, Light years, Magic, Mind Body, Mood, Music, NEW YEAR, New Year's Eve, Night, Party, Poetry, Quest, Shuck, Stardust, Stars, Thirst, Toes, Up and up, Uphill
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LIGHT OF DAY INCHED TO A SLINK
The change of light of day has inched down to a slink. . . I feel I barely stand this long deep dark any more without, within. . . but, as luck and life will have it, countdown to the … Continue reading
