#shoes
old man’s shoes
is always the deadening give-away,
not the thinning or disappearing hair,
not the grizzly gray pallor, or the
plain, worn out, crooked warped smile,
nor the eyes so sorrowful powerful,
it’s the shoes, usually an unwanted brown,
cracked, soulless, haven’t seen new heels
since ‘no once can even hazard a guess’
add on the concerto of wholy socks too,
nah, it’s mostly shoes that carried him away,
mostly backwards, yeah, once-step forward,
and a thousand and years a way, away,
from that moment when the future passed him on its way,
to away where there was nothing left to dream of, just,
but an away, and the shine of life left his no path, ‘cept a way, away
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 2:37 PM UTC
In the year of the 250th anniversary of the American Dream, it is dedicated to her beautiful half!
Now Luz is in-to goody-two shoes
She’s gonna slip ’em on to wow the guys
Then strut past the crowd in those shoes
So the cool dudes turn and vibe her too, as mice!
Magic feelings live in those shoes
That goody-two vibe keeps poppin’ up, nice
So Luz trusts that vibe, pulls on shoes
Smilin’, she gears up to pass by the guys!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Goody-two shoes are Luz’s own boots
She throws down with the strong out here someday
Thieves catch a cold kick from that boots
And they won’t want it to happen again
Goody-two-shoes are a rough road too
Often girls cut tight fate-loops loose
So, Luz knows magic, takes that road then
And she suits up with a little sadness and blues
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Now Luz is in-to goody-two shoes
She’s gonna slip ’em on to wow the guys
Then strut past the crowd in those shoes
So the cool dudes turn and vibe her too, as mice!
Magic feelings live in those shoes
That goody-two vibe keeps poppin’ up, nice
So Luz trusts that vibe, pulls on shoes
Smilin’, she gears up to pass by the guys!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Ole-ole-oh-le-lay, ole-ole-oh-le-la
Ole-ole-smart girl Luz, ole-oh-le-la!
Ole-ole-oh-le-la, smart girl Luz...
Original poetry in Russian
Лус, Гуди-ту шуз
Goody-two shoes нравятся Лус
Надеть их она собирается
И в них пройти мимо толпы
Крутым парням - понравиться!
От goody-two shoes льётся магия чувств,
Что из века в век рождается
Поэтому Лус, веря в магию чувств,
С улыбкою так наряжается!
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Goody–two-shoes - и оружие Лус
C Мира Сильными так – сражается
И для воров пинок goody-two
Может совсем не понравиться!
Goody-two shoes – и опасности путь
В них девы с судьбы петель – срываются
Поэтому Лус, зная магии суть
С грустинкою так наряжается…
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Goody-two shoes нравятся Лус
Надеть их она собирается
И в них пройти мимо толпы
Крутым парням - понравиться!
От goody-two shoes льётся магия чувств,
Что из века в век рождается
Поэтому Лус, веря в магию чувств,
С улыбкою так наряжается!
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, оле-оле-ооо-оле-ла
Оле-оле smart girl Luz, оле-ооо-ле-ла
Оле-оле-ооо-ле-ла, smart girl Luz...
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 6:13 PM UTC
I don’t want to tell you what to do
I can only tell you what’s true
beware of new shoes at school
they can leave you black and blue
blistered, and embittered
By the end of second lecture
I was so affected
I had to slip them off
and walk around barefoot
enduring the side-eyed censure
my barefootedness triggered
to avoid further scandal
Charles brought me some mule sandals
and by third lecture, all was happily corrected.
Anyway, don’t let this happen to you
fashion can make you a fool
unless they’re sneakers, of course
I’m not sneaker averse
I ended up washing my feet
in a tiny ladies-room sink
what else could I do?
.
.
A song for this:
A Girl Called Johnny by The Waterboys
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
(i)
rising off the table
ether fumes
mute yesterday's voice
giving birth to the future's tongue
rejoice
rejoice
for a poetic *********** king is born in bedlam.
southern cross hanging
above the cradle of mankind
shining brighter than pit of kimberlite mines
hollow space inflated
breathing life into language's diaphragm.
preaching poetic alchemy
& fashioning blood into ink
pound for pound no illusionist would dare
take on the wordsmith with butterfly fused bee sting verse.
(ii)
smoke rises,
seeping through scattered torn limbs
among rubble, shards of glass
and melting plastic dolls.
under the waning crescent moon
the closing chapter opened a new book.
Begorrah!
Deborah, the queen honey bee
has flown off
leaving behind her hive,
ditching the colony
death to her family!
(iii)
in a field of sunflowers engulfed by flames
a blazing tower of hellfire
fanned higher by the chemical rain.
asteroids crashed into volcanoes
as magma shot exploding
a sea of lava rose bubbling
burning through the landing.
Icelandic clouds of ash soaked into the sky
blanketing & blacking out sunlight
casting a shadow of suffocating night
over the field unyielding to morning.
curtain curtail
darkness dulls bright
we wait for a dragon to fight the dying of night.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
Wingtips resting by the door.
You wore them 30 years or more.
Faded burgundy, scuff marks polished over.
Soles resoled, right heel worn down.
I keep them where you left them.
Sometimes on foggy New York nights I think I see you walking.
I hear those shoes a walking.
I keep those shoes right by the door.
Hoping you’ll put them on once more.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 4:47 PM UTC
Life, the Unreturnable Shoe
New shoes, bright and bold,
Too stiff, too tight, or so I'm told.
Back to the store I go once more,
Receipt in hand, a simple chore.
But life
life is a shoe I cannot trade,
No counter, no clerk, no refund made.
I try it on, it rubs, it aches,
Some days it bends, other days it breaks.
And yet
a truth sneaks in beneath the pain:
I can reshape, re-lace again.
No easy swap, no instant cure,
But small repairs I can endure.
I’ll soften the leather, stitch every seam,
Walk new paths I once called dream.
For life’s the shoe I choose to fit.
Bit by bit, with grit and wit.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 2:14 AM UTC
Quit taking good things for granted,
I'd just wished I was in your shoes,
If only I had all of what you got,
You just really don't have a clue.
You have so many, many blessings,
You really just don't truly see,
I am not trying to sound envious, but
Sometimes, I'd wished that was me.
Be thankful for what you possess,
because a lot of us truly don't have,
Some have more than we could inherit,
From this, you should be truly glad.
A roof over your head, and
clothes to wear, Food to eat, and
to also to share, so many shoes,
that you have lost count, and clothes you can't wear, so why not give them out.
It's a blessing to have
all the things you own
The Lord Blessed you with it,
His mercy is showned.
People have things that
they don't even use,
So, Donate your clutter,
if you so choose,
Just a word of advice,
to make it very clear,
Be thankful for what you
got before it disappears.
B.R.
Date: 11/22/2025
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 12:54 PM UTC
The Helm of Salvation, Shield of Faith,
Cingulum of Truth, Breastplate of Right-useness…
shod with Boots of Manifest Destiny, stomping out
Liberty and Justice for those deemed included
beguiled and given extra days,
to learn assisted thinking
==================
Look at me, admitting to myself
and to you, of course, I expect
ready writers, on course, see
without a vision, a what if,
or a wonder if, we perish.
Wishing utter evil away,
or praying, either way,
with confidence, say,
perhaps perish, said,
totally means wholly, done
perish per
ire(n.)
c. 1300, from Old French ire
"anger, wrath, violence" (11c.),
from Latin ira "anger, wrath, rage, passion,"
from PIE root *eis- (1),
forming various words denoting passion
(source also of Greek hieros
"filled with the divine, holy,"
oistros "gadfly,"
originally
"thing causing madness;"
Disinterested parties may depart,
all intention to hate faces a Y here
if you choose, or chose a milisec back
you know, this is the first time, ever
anyone with your capacity, once,
establish, right now, your tale
is being recorded in those legendary books
of Lucretius and a local muse in the desert,
the books of life, those where precepts
keep here and there, here as there
and so on
-----------------------
Poetic Cosmology Human Ratio Rebalance,
known numbers of life producing galaxies,
one,
known numbers of galaxies
~
There are likely
around 100 billion galaxies similar
to ours in the observable universe,
though the answer depends entirely
on how strict your definition of "similar" is.
To get
to this number, we have
to filter the total population
of the universe
through a series
of specific criteria—moving
from broad similarities to exact "twins."
If you tighten the criteria
to include detailed structure—specifically a "barred" spiral with similar chemical composition and star formation rate—the number drops significantly.
A study analyzing 10,000 galaxies found that while many looked like the Milky Way at a glance, only ~0.5% were true "compact twins" with matching chemical fingerprints and structural ratios.
• Result: 0.5% of 2 trillion total galaxies = ~10 billion.
• Refinement: If you restrict it further to galaxies that also live in a quiet neighborhood like ours (the "Local Sheet"), simulations suggest we are even rarer, potentially lowering the count to the hundreds of millions.
From <https://gemini.google.com/app/eb03b083f94da14f>
What a poet's license does these days, and a fiver
will get a good cup of coffee these days… and
wish you could think and read at once…
Or think and leave a trail,
just by thinking it thunk.
As a habit,
as a manner
adapted for setting mind
on peaceful pursuits, praying
within one's individuated self,
a project, a mental window
into a thought procession
up from species intuition
swallowing
in the course of human events,
we have days, whole never lived days,
just ius to say for my own free usages,
you surely grasp at whims sometimes,
you certainly affirm unconscious agreement,
you believed effectuality is generally subjective,
subs and sups and epi and ana alathatstufft, true
some time, one thing happens first, that's ordinary
true, some things wish to happen never do, so true,
too, this thing you are readily thinking through,
breathe, we breathe, breathe, we be breathing.
Same pace some place any time.
---------------
Wait, hours, minutes, remind first timers, all of this,
for me, is borrowed time, or gracious sakes alive, I am
breathing now these 700 and some days, since dying,
if it were now, 1968, and in a medivac, my heart stops
then I'm dead, that did not happen, now I am acting
on my own dammed dreams,
yes, I explain, plain make per fectual ef fectual agency
to call a we forum of two or more,
before we agree to pray, say aloud, oh my lord,
what is this fool thinking,
what if this man is saying
what is in my core just true?
Jello time, slow gelling pleroma consciousness,
just imagine, slowly breathing acknowledging God,
the idea, the mind of, not for, Christ, he in me,
the spirit the air is running Christmas caroling,
the season, on earth, as it is in every such place,
Old journals leave old impressions, but, you must
obey the urges to maintain some worldly worth,
only contend if in truth we have agreed, worthy
call, on any pending promise, if we made it this far,
we would thank goodness and offend no atheist.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 10:53 PM UTC
In the midst of a field,
They found two shoes:
One was faded teal,
The other was blue.
Lost between stalks of wheat
And a butterfly resting on a flower,
I took a soft seat
And stayed seated for hours.
The fabric is worn,
The laces undone,
I was forlorn;
I knew the darkness had won.
Memories of beauty flashed through my mind,
As I fell far and long behind.
I became bone-straight and *****
Looking for dots I could connect.
Through the corn,
Over the hill;
And as I mourned,
I was not still.
Memories more flashed through my mind–
Why is it that you would hide?
To wait out the pain of life,
To get a break from constant strife,
And where–
Would you hide?
Beneath dandelion petal-tips,
On wine-sullen red lips?
Perhaps you chose different,
To hide in sight,
And I missed you,
Looking for dark rather than light.
I have circled back,
Like time so does.
Will I spend the life I lack
Wondering what all of this was?
In the midst of a river,
They found a shirt:
Old and tattered
And covered in hurt.
I knew at once it was yours,
I would not miss it,
For I was there when it turned coarse,
From sand and stone and wit.
What I sense now is dread,
As hope is quickly leaving.
I would drain the whole riverbed
To find if you were deceiving.
In the midst of my heart,
I found our love:
A little white capsule,
Buried deep in the mud.
I saw it for something more,
A little dove in the sky–
Told me she was torn,
That she had missed her light.
And as soon as she had shown,
She was gone.
In the midst of a wheat field,
Illuminated by golden sun,
They found your shoes;
Not both but just one.
One was blue,
The other teal-green;
One from you,
The other from me.
Off together against the setting sun,
Surrendering in a battle
That we had not won.
In the midst of a field,
They found our shoes,
Mine were faded teal,
And yours were deep blue.
Draped in the light of a brand-new dawn,
We played our own music
While the ghosts sang along.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 2:24 PM UTC
Residue of a storm, left behind and round.
A spa for those who croak.
Nature's water fountain for those too small to ask.
A vacation in rock. Minor invertebrate have a home.
More adding into; a ripple effect.
Bespattered by its surrounding walls, some clear instead.
A new stand laced up, a day to face.
A stride cut off by some plash, the sky!
Dark and your steps now dampened too deep.
Look at it this way, the earth had a laugh.
The best you can do is entertain it.
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 11:40 PM UTC
Would you be my shoebox
a sturdy contraption, pleasingly
geometrical and versatile
able to cradle our heavy hearts
and hide all kinds of secrets
I could be your carpet
you can walk all over me
as I protect you from the cold
the unvarnished truth and its splinters
Or I could be your socks and shoes
you can walk around in me all
day all snug and warm at least
until they need replacing
around this time next year
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC
Never let someone who hasn't been in your shoes tell you how to tie your laces.
Laces are complicated, and they take time to figure out.
If you can't tie your laces, you'll figure it out eventually.
It's okay if you need help tying your laces, we all start somewhere.
Are your laces ***** We can clean them.
Too thin? It'll work out somehow.
Thick? We'll find a way.
If you have velcro instead, that's okay too.
You can't tie your laces in a normal way? We can find another one, even if it's more complex.
If you don't tie your laces, you'll fall in them.
If you do, you can keep walking, maybe even run,
and eventually forget you had laces in the first place.
In the end, you'll realise that,
your laces, messy or neat,
have always been yours,
and that's enough.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 11:38 AM UTC
Teeth in a lace; tying up my smiles towards pleasurable faces –
I’m a bit tied for time, to be walking in someone else’s shoes.
While staring in the mirror, it feels like a person I had known
before. Waking up from a dream to the first breath after Sleep;
the cousin of Death
My tears have stained my bed, while I know all my resting fears –
and for the love you can afford, pay attention to a love mate you
meet; for we love spending more time buying into their dreams.
As I know the woman of my dreams isn’t the one I’ll find so
easily in all my sweetest dreams.
I stay awake most days, piecing together the most sensitive parts
of me – love me partly, but don’t invite me to love you more than
God – for Hell births the longest party, burning away all of those
lost souls.
As I assemble the fragments of my being; now whole—I embraced
solitude; in coupled fears. We coexist within the longing and craving
of love. We're so afraid of the possibility of never discovering it, yet
even more terrified of losing it all in a fleeting moment – we do long
to walk in other people’s shoes, of those who’ve figured how to tie
the knot; united in matrimony.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC
Wake up in the morning,
Grab my cap, tie my shoes,
Get in the car, can't wait to see you.
<3
Get dropped off,
Walk into the school,
Wait in the cafeteria for you!
<3<3
Wish you didn't forget your hoodie,
Grab mine, I don't need it,
Get some breakfast and go, I love you so.
<3<3<3
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 8:31 AM UTC
Socks? Strict, soft tubes to fit my feet in? No, no, **** that;
I’d rather have my toes splayed out and arches back.
****** heeled shoes, relics from rich ****** I’d like my feet flat.
I love the barefoot shoe life, I’m all about that.
Wide-toed shoes that let you maximize your splay,
no orthotic arches so you can stand up on your feet all day,
and though a few folks glared at my “clown shoes” today,
I don’t mind it… because that’s just the barefoot way.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 7:42 PM UTC
I like
my shoes; they are
the only pair
I have.
I've walked miles in
them.
They have
got me around for years.
My shoes are
falling apart.
They should have
quit on me a long
time ago.
Strangely enough,
people compliment
me on them.
They don't see
that the soles are
worn thin, or that they
smell like cat **** and
rotting flesh.
They don't see the
blood stains on
the canvas and the
piece of broken glass stuck
in the heel.
Nope,
they say,
'Nice kicks;
they look good on you.'
I can't afford
another pair right now,
and even if I could,
I wouldn't spend
the money on them.
No, I like my
shoes, even with
all their imperfections.
They have seen
a thousand sunsets and
carried me away
from many heartbreaks.
My shoes have
run
walked
and sauntered through
snow
rain
and all kinds of ****
My shoes have
saved me and
betrayed me.
And they have
tasted every type
of ***** known
to man.
When I'm dead and
gone
I hope someone
burns
my shoes and throws
the ashes in
that long lonesome
river, under the bridge,
where men
live and fight
and dream.
Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
On my way out into the yard (always the yard) I slip over the threshold. Shoes slipped on subconsciously. Imprinted habits stored somewhere unknown. At the cliff below the lip of the threshold a pile of shoes and their rubbery texture break my fall but they’re in the way. They’re always in the way. A tangled bunch of laces, knots and, aglets so much complicated than my pair of flip flops. I consciously step on the pile. Maybe out of spite, anger. With this motion completed, I look down at my own shoes only to see that they’re on the wrong feet. Yet, as wrong as it may seem, I leave them as they are.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 4:52 AM UTC
Hey let's go for a stroll,
and Rock n' Roll,
Step one, two, and three,
now, here we go.
Before you judge me,
First, hear me out
You don't know where
I have been, or what
I'm all about.
you need to know that,
I have been through a lot,
I have gone through some stuff,
stomach twisted in knots,
These roads have been rocky,
I have had enough,
I have walked many miles,
Trials have been rough
I have come a long way
I have walked a long while,
One foot after the other,
been walking for miles,
It's been really hectic,
got me singing the blues
I'm trying to endure,
and push right through
What more can I say,
I done all I could do,
OH YEAH,
and by-the-way,
NICE SHOES!!!!
B.R.
Date: 07/4/2023
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 12:30 PM UTC
shoes bathe my soles
with sunlight borrowed
(i’d left them in the atrium)
Aug 6, 2024
Aug 6, 2024 at 9:50 AM UTC
It’s like I’m walking
Home from school,
Counting the houses
That look the same.
It’s like I’m skipping
The cracks again,
Humming the tune
Inside of my head.
It’s like my shoe laces
Keep coming undone
No matter how much
I tie them up.
I pick at the thread
Hanging off of my sweater,
Not bothering to bend down
And double-knot.
And then when I trip,
I sit
And wonder
Why.
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 7:43 PM UTC
The traveler's wife?
I get it! You showed
that movie in the
magazine pages
long before the movie
came out
Pt, I finally did
watch it each time it rains
and when the sun shines
i search for you still;
shoes shirt and pants on hand
place them behind the bushes
in search of you and amidst
pine tree branches too
thinking of you dearest
darling
How i love you.
Not a day goes by
I do not seek you.
Please don't go hunting
but if you do I shall run
to hug you beg you to stay
traveler dearest
twin soul divine.
I love you.
~~~~
By: Karijinbba
And Mrs and Mrs Andrews.
Jan 14, 2024
Jan 14, 2024 at 9:02 AM UTC
You were so tough because you had to be
It was so rough but it didn’t have to be
But guilt won’t get me anywhere
You built me into who I am and who I wanted to be
Thank you for the strength that carried me through
Thank you for the ways you buried the pain to grow something new
You knew there’d be a better day
Knew there was a better way
To live without being alone
There’s so much you could’ve shown me but I’m grateful
That you knew my limitations
Knew what I could take and what would overtake me
You knew that some of the truth later revealed might break me
So I thank me
You’re a part but you’ll always be part of me
I’ll always be thankful that you carried me through
When all I knew was miles and miles and a worn pair of running shoes
You knew I was worth more
That there was something good in store but in the moment all I felt was sore
Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 5:48 PM UTC
Where my feet have not trod
no earthly trace of foot or shoe
has marked this sleepy lawn still wet with dew
no early birds peck breakfast at their ease
no gossiping wind to whisper through the trees
a day with all its mysteries
still to tease
Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 6:04 AM UTC
these are my coward shoes
we have walked many a mile
leaving trouble behind
unafraid to lose
they are comfortable and warm
with a slight smell of deceit
to be a coward you lie
keeping your happy feet
Feb 8, 2023
Feb 8, 2023 at 5:14 PM UTC