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annh Dec 2019
A twitch of the toes,
A pop of the lips,
A flick of an eyelid:
I watch as electricity sleeps.

‘Hey there, Mr Conductor. Y’know I can’t resist you.’

Sunday schmaltz - sorry.
Soap suds and rubber gloves have that effect. My right hand is wielding a *** scrubber but my brain thinks it’s holding a pen. Let’s call this dishwater doggerel and be done with it. :)
Bhill Nov 2019
It's always in the mornings when it happens
Sometimes it's not extraordinarily and sometimes it is
Rolling onto your back and stretching before you can fully open your eyes seems to bring it on
What is it...?
Why do your toes point whilst it occurs?

Figure it out....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 285
Stretch it out..
annh Nov 2019
The world on call-wait,
Taps its toes and sings along,
‘How deep is your love?’
‘Not every musician should be obligated to reassure us that we are not zombies.’
- Joseph Lanza, Elevator Music: A Surreal History of Muzak, Easy-Listening, and Other Moodsong; Revised and Expanded Edition
Mark Toney Oct 2019
white cotton ball clouds
waltzing along deep blue skies-
ill wind steps on toes
12/19/2019 - Poetry form: Haiku - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Poetic T Sep 2019
No matter how tired
                             I am,
         and of my eyes want to
creak shut.

               I'll read to you till
we  fall asleep together,
  in imaginations slumbering
                          blanket of snores.

(it maybe her or me? we haven't decided)

You want to test
your nail varnish colour,
              paint my toes a rainbow.

I'll always smile  
          when I look down at your
                      art work on my pinkies.

(2 months later its still there AAArrrrr)

You may not realise this but every tired
              moment means I've spent more
                                            time with you.

And every moment is a smile waiting
                   to happen.
                        You'll always be my No1
                      when the sunrises with you.

                         Till the moment the stars
                  shimmer us to sleep.

Under a bed fort made for one of you.

                               and a three quarters of me...
Jessica Chaidez Apr 2019
I work
One sock at a time
With elbows glued together behind
My back.

I work with
A pencil in each finger
Intertwined, mingling,
Whispering something about me and
The sweaty palms.

I work keeping
My shoelaces untied so
I may trip over them
And fall to the ground so that,
I may,
By some miracle of God
Or a stay in the hospital,
Find a way to

Keep my toes
Warm; work without trouble.
John Stephenson Mar 2019
Hairs on my ears.
Hairs up my nose.
Hairs on my fingers.
Hairs on my toes.
I guess it's a sign.
I'm getting old!
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