#slippers
There is nothing
Like making coffee
At 1PM
In your slippers.
There is nothing like
Making coffee at one O’
Clock in your slippers.
©2025EllenFinn
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 6:16 PM UTC
Picturebook Princess
for Keira
We had a special visitor.
Our world became suddenly brighter.
She was such a charmer!
Such a delighter!
With her sparkly diamond slippers
and the way her whole being glows,
Keira’s a picturebook princess
from the points of her crown to the tips of her toes!
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 5:09 AM UTC
I'm terribly sorry, my dear
for you see, I was on my way
up the stairs to fetch them,
post haste,
when unexpectedly,
I was accosted
by a sudden,
uncontrollable urge
to empty the contents
of my colon,
in more the fashion
of the process of urination
than of defecation
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
Take off your slippers
Girl
and
Dance
With your feet,
Your greatest weapon.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
Warm fuzzy slippers still sit where she left them
A beautiful lady closed her eyes for the last time
They took her pulse
They took her body
They took my love
They left her favorite shoes
In the foyer they sit
They wait for her
Never to be filled by those tiny feet again
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
#112615 #9:55PM
Nakaadya ang pares na sisidlan
Tangan ang kalasag na paparaan
Bibigkis ang kapagalan
Isasaplot at pasasalamatan.
Ni walang maitulak-maikabig
Pagkat sumamo'y patungong Langit
Siya'y isasantabi,
Sa papag isasalig ang sarili.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
We are all ballerinas
Tying our broken, battered toes
Into pretty, pink satin slippers
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
The very second I put down my pen,
I began my process all over again.
I've been getting up at 7 o'clock (am).
Why?
Such a dangerous question.
If I were to wonder why
I comb my hair, I'd have the answer.
If I asked myself why eat meals
at 7:30, 12:00, and 5:00,
I'd have an answer.
But I don't know why I have answers.
Why do I care when I eat and
how presentable I appear?
I fear someday I'll wake up and
ask why I should wear pants, or
why even stand?
That day, I might crawl to the
front porch, and carry a
newspaper and slippers to the dog.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
My love and I were just seasonal lovers
I lost all faith in him
he was a scourge to his sensitive pride.
Today we are in a different country
Our smiles is now upside down
Our laugher is seldom heard,
Between us is the Brooklyn Bridge,
When he uses to look at me
his brown eyes tell his soul
It’s going to be colder outside,
For lovers like us,
He with his flannel pajamas
And I with my heavy pink robe and
fuzzy slippers
it's going to be a lonely winter
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
I have a blue blanket, it looks corduroy but it's synthetic polynesian cotton.
Considered by some to be polyester. After the ninth year of ownership I started
Telling house guests it had always been mine; but secretly knowing it came from my
Ex Kristina who left it with some of her other things in 2005 in my grand deluxe Evanston
Apartment. In like some really awesome way, I could fold the corners together to see little blocks
Of the Universe form cubes in the fourth dimension and gain a better understanding of my own
Little black shmata. Top drawer, white dresser, in the back with the leftover girlfriend underwear between
My first ever stuffed animal dog/rabbit.
Amazing how these thinned and frayed azure threads had held so many midnight conversations Together- maybe fifteen other girls had nuzzled with Kristina's blanket. Last year the guilt set in. You Watch a girlfriend, say, ratchet through your room naked for something soft to put over her to listen to
Some half-stanza from the new Yeats critical and that, do-I-tell-her feeling comes over you. Blue Polyester really had a way with women. My last serious crush, the one of six months, the one from the place that was close to where I worked six days a week, would you believe, she had not interest in that heap of thread, under my pillows spying on us sleep for twenty-four long weeks.
"Drop in the bucket" the sixty-year-olds say. I say, bring me my ******* fourth dimension blocks and cubes ************ I want to visit the existential, I want to experience the hoo-ra and Ga-Ga those kids throw around on Milwaukee waiting for $150 NBA slippers.
Wednesday is my day for telling the truth.
2:00p.m. sitting in the front of her alizarin El Dorado.
"I have something I have to tell you," I said, my mouth practically filled with marbles as I barely could Utter the words: it's not going to work out.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:51 AM UTC