Poetry competition CLOSED 28th September 2012 7:27pm
WINNER
Atakti
Atakti
RUNNERS-UP:
diddi
and LeColonel
SHOW YOUR SOLE
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Describe yourself as being a sole of a shoe, any type of shoe....
No limit on words.
Poetic license on style.
Collaborations accepted (both poets will get credit if selected as the winner).
Two entries per poet.
Good luck to everyone.
http://pandithnews.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Security-Shoe-Soles-e1342905242489.jpg
Poetic license on style.
Collaborations accepted (both poets will get credit if selected as the winner).
Two entries per poet.
Good luck to everyone.
http://pandithnews.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Security-Shoe-Soles-e1342905242489.jpg
Anonymous
FUCK ME RED SHOES
I wear my red high heel shoes
To tell you how available I am
Just in case you do not get the message
With my low cleavage and the glam
When I adjust my shoe strap
I can see your eyes enjoying
So stop toying with your tie
Let us go and enjoy a lie.
Downtrodden Day
Cracks in the pavement,
Black spots of old gum.
Red bricks of a drive way,
Mud in the corner of the lawn.
Front door step,
A pause by peeling paint.
A clack and a shuffle.
Back down to the pavement.
Along some low shrubs
Crazing paving, dark in the rain.
Passing an empty flower bed.
Who left a skipping rope here?
Another clack.
A thump of a big envelope
Landing inches away,
On the other side of the door.
Strides become yards,
Yards become miles.
Still the endless pounding
As the hours stomp by.
In my wake I sense
The mutters and groans.
More bills, less love letters,
A postman’s sole beyond repair.
Cracks in the pavement,
Black spots of old gum.
Red bricks of a drive way,
Mud in the corner of the lawn.
Front door step,
A pause by peeling paint.
A clack and a shuffle.
Back down to the pavement.
Along some low shrubs
Crazing paving, dark in the rain.
Passing an empty flower bed.
Who left a skipping rope here?
Another clack.
A thump of a big envelope
Landing inches away,
On the other side of the door.
Strides become yards,
Yards become miles.
Still the endless pounding
As the hours stomp by.
In my wake I sense
The mutters and groans.
More bills, less love letters,
A postman’s sole beyond repair.
scars?
pictures and stories preserved,
eternally in sorrow.
apathy and hoplessness
a description of my existance.
we are un-noticed, unseen
grains of sand, on a forgotten beach.
paper, skin and eyes
all can be read.
the soul through your eyes.
your hardships through your scars.
and paper is where the true poetry
of HELL will eternally be tattooed
a blank canvas at birth.
and at the end when we rot away, and the scars fade
our souls will run renegade, and we will be free.
souls are trapped in the body.
limited to only wat the body can take.
but a soul is where the true beautiful ugliness lies.
pictures and stories preserved,
eternally in sorrow.
apathy and hoplessness
a description of my existance.
we are un-noticed, unseen
grains of sand, on a forgotten beach.
paper, skin and eyes
all can be read.
the soul through your eyes.
your hardships through your scars.
and paper is where the true poetry
of HELL will eternally be tattooed
a blank canvas at birth.
and at the end when we rot away, and the scars fade
our souls will run renegade, and we will be free.
souls are trapped in the body.
limited to only wat the body can take.
but a soul is where the true beautiful ugliness lies.
Rip me out like the old sole of a shoe
Ill still be me, my brands name still new.
Step on me as much as you want
Ill be there tomarrow in your black heeled pumps.
Throw me on the floor and ill stay put
airing out from the smell of your foot.
I know you better then you know yourself.
I know you like the bottom of your foot.
How much thought do you give me?
never as much as i give to you.
But that doesnt bother me, oh hell no!
Ill just laugh as you trip in your stiletto.
and like you pick yourself up, Ill walk on through.
Walking my cleats right over you.
Ill still be me, my brands name still new.
Step on me as much as you want
Ill be there tomarrow in your black heeled pumps.
Throw me on the floor and ill stay put
airing out from the smell of your foot.
I know you better then you know yourself.
I know you like the bottom of your foot.
How much thought do you give me?
never as much as i give to you.
But that doesnt bother me, oh hell no!
Ill just laugh as you trip in your stiletto.
and like you pick yourself up, Ill walk on through.
Walking my cleats right over you.
In Conscious Awakening
If there aint holes
all the way through your soles
than ya havent walked
in my shoes long
enough to talk
shit bout my choices
dont dare fill your voices
with judgements
deeming my trek cross pavement
some kind of enslavement
while holding
what you require
Higher
your decisions brighter
altogether superior
to my limping trudge through mire
much of your forsaking
impedes my blue-collar raking
you speed ahead snaking
yet Im content
to shed
this tattered
footwear
on a smoothe sandbar
hewn in conscious awakening
If there aint holes
all the way through your soles
than ya havent walked
in my shoes long
enough to talk
shit bout my choices
dont dare fill your voices
with judgements
deeming my trek cross pavement
some kind of enslavement
while holding
what you require
Higher
your decisions brighter
altogether superior
to my limping trudge through mire
much of your forsaking
impedes my blue-collar raking
you speed ahead snaking
yet Im content
to shed
this tattered
footwear
on a smoothe sandbar
hewn in conscious awakening
Snow monkey ~
雪猿〜
Sitting
in hot springs
Steam rising
Then as I
approach
these
gorgeous red faces
Leaving
footprints in
the snow behind
For the snow
covered earth
has surely met
it's maker
The snow monkeys of
Jigokudani
雪猿〜
座っている
温泉で
蒸気は上昇
それから私のように
アプローチ
これらの
ゴージャスな赤い顔
私の唯一の葉
の足跡
雪の背後にある
と雪
覆われた地球
確かに会った
それのメーカー
の雪猿
地獄谷
See:
http://www.snowjapan.com/e/features/snow-monkeys-of-jigokudani.html
Battle Worn Sole
I'm not much to look at, a tan rubber sole
But oh the places I've been, the tales can I tell
Seen more than my share of sun, rain, and crusty snow
Traveled to many distant lands on this sad, troubled globe
Marched on freshly mowed grasses, blistering tarmacs
Saluted the heros, carried the wounded, honored the fallen
Left face, right face, parade rest, and attention
Worn distinctly on my cracked heel, in need of repair
Answered the call, downrange twice, Iraqi sand, Afghan mud
Laced up early, twice changed socks, then finally at last untied
Too many deployments, missed birthdays, lost time
Longed for my favorite sexy red stiletto, our kids as they grew, sizes 5, 6, 7, 8 and finally 9
With the guns now silent, parades over, uniform folded
I tell war stories with my old battle-buddy-boot to the right
We don't see much action these days, still long for the fight
Hoping to go hunting, fishing, or hoping a aboard the riding mower
But looking back on it all, this well worn soul wouldn't change a single thing
Smiling quietly, reflecting on a proud career as old combat veteran
I'm not much to look at, a tan rubber sole
But oh the places I've been, the tales can I tell
Seen more than my share of sun, rain, and crusty snow
Traveled to many distant lands on this sad, troubled globe
Marched on freshly mowed grasses, blistering tarmacs
Saluted the heros, carried the wounded, honored the fallen
Left face, right face, parade rest, and attention
Worn distinctly on my cracked heel, in need of repair
Answered the call, downrange twice, Iraqi sand, Afghan mud
Laced up early, twice changed socks, then finally at last untied
Too many deployments, missed birthdays, lost time
Longed for my favorite sexy red stiletto, our kids as they grew, sizes 5, 6, 7, 8 and finally 9
With the guns now silent, parades over, uniform folded
I tell war stories with my old battle-buddy-boot to the right
We don't see much action these days, still long for the fight
Hoping to go hunting, fishing, or hoping a aboard the riding mower
But looking back on it all, this well worn soul wouldn't change a single thing
Smiling quietly, reflecting on a proud career as old combat veteran
