"feets" poems
Sometimes it comes and I see it
and at Times it doesn't
I wait for it like I wait
for phone calls and text messages
and When it comes it comes
with all this pain
I can't endure it
Starts from my feets feeling weak
to my back feeling like it's broken
to my ***** feeling so swollen
to red dots all over my body
mixed with mood swings hating
everything
and everyone around me
makes me wonder at times
why I was a women But yet again
it has its blessings For only
a women can take all that pain.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
Yet I Am Ready
Watching the waves eat away the castles made of sand
Staring at the way wind is churning at infrastructure land
like a big bad wolf who found the fear and lean foundation of a brick house
I am ready for her hand
I am all ready
Traversing fields filled with fruitless wonders
burning tundras rolling thunders
A Man attempting to put out its grand made funeral pyre
with nothing but a Jack and Jill bucket filled with reverse osmosis electrolyte infused hydrogen oxygen expired prayers
I am Ready for no man land
I have a radio already
Listening to Nokia raven chirps and bubble bee gyrations.
Evergreens whispers as wild blooms break concrete and asphalt and building plans
giving smiles to homeless man and woman
dreamers flowering in the night lights that were supposed to replace stars
I am ready
for the woods to takeover the hoods
for bear feets to take over the streets
for napkins to become extinct
to write with my god-given red ink
so that my being will dye into stone and dirt
To leave my DNA on my mothers belly and hear her cry
As she covers my mouth closes her eyes tearful from radioactive winds
let her know that I loved her and hugged her every chance I could
I am ready to give up me for we have not given back enough
We have devoured the essence and forgotten how to seed and harvest
the nothing has become us
which is why Earths flesh is colored rust
like blood mixed with scratching dust
we have bruised the body
and wonder if we can blame something someone else
but US
Every time the finger points the object of our deflection disappears
Rearrange the letters she was trying to help us HEARt
Rearrange the letters EARth is trying to make us Heart
I'm trying to make us Ear
These MTHFCKRS are among US.
We have bred them with our love lust
still unaware that they a fungus
These MTHRFCKRS have become US
they save a life to **** it from us.
they manufacture fakes to stunt us
These MTHRFCKRS have become US
Ideas devoid of what we need to come up
She must go now and rip it from us
We must shed our blood just to fund us
Cause these MTHRFCKRS have out done US
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:58 AM UTC
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Blue kite soaring up high on cotton clouds
gently rolling by, and trees gazing up the sky,
A sound of singing lovers, a harmony so grand,
A song no one can sang.
The air steals a gentle bliss
from where their feets kissing the hazy mist,
A mint of scented moss, that sets the mood,
From gray rocks to pink balloons.
It was never a waste of time to be there too,
But only those who looks upon the moon,
In true heart’s desire, faith requires,
To see what true lovers often do.
Underneath the starry night
deaf ghosts sailing by, meant nothing to harm,
But just to bid goodbye, so tenderly they sigh,
For a moment in one summers night.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
Bare feet on beach
nature's love to reach
Sands caress the feet
Life's curing street
Bare feet on beach
Peace in heart doth teach
Nature's lessons to preach
Yet to humans doth it reach
Plastic bags tangle thy feet
Stench of waste nature's defeat
Broken glass dangers seat
Oh Tis life's defeat
Useless thrown to waste
Let not be in haste
For waste doth not fade in haste
Let Tis not be nature's fate
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
Here he comes the big bad monkey banana ****** wit the jungle as his flunky,
Fully equipped with his hundred yard stare and a streak of silver in his hair,
Animals of the jungle kneel to his feets,
Cause he pocesses the strength and swag of 50 fleets,
Not blood thirsty but his thirst varries from figs to berries, here he comes king of the Congo beating his chest like a bongo,
Doughter don't laugh clear his path or feel his raph,
Prime mate top of the food chain when it comes to terror they are one in the same
When it comes to terror he'll make it rain and when terror is spoken bout remember the name GORILLA
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
sweet serendipity serendipity sweet
i enjoy the air rushed below my feet
love me hardly, a splendrous treat
sweet serendipity serendipity sweet
cool cosmetics cosmetics cool
the intergalactic hate makes one a fool
lust of the item, human as the tool
cool cosmetics cosmetics cool
boom boom tunes tunes boom boom
nothing but ignorance fills the room
dance and sway right into your doom
boom boom tunes tunes boom boom
cool cosmetics cosmetics cool
infinite love yes thats the rule
embrace thy brother dispose the tool
cool cosmetics cosmetics cool
sweet serendipity serendipity sweet
let us enjoy the air rushed below our feets
may passion alone lift us from seats
sweet serendipity serendipity sweet
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
Thailand ******
Can read my mind
See my desire
Feel my pain
Siam Halloween in nana klong toey
Thai delights even the ladyboys look good tonight they know how to **** over and survive using a cheap disguise
Hey forang you wanna **** me?
1000 baht short time curiosity.
I prefer real ladies with juicy butts
Flavored with beer and sangsom whiskey *****
Take me home beat me with your
**** asian Treats
Make me lick your ***** feets
Asian women are my lust filled desire
They sit on my face until I can't breath no more
Than make me pay for my ***** laundry
Soap me up and knock me down
Bangkok Thailand is my home town
I slither along the Sukhumvit soi 11, devoted to the ***** I'm in 7th heaven...
Her **** smells better than stupid blonde Suzy the airhead girl next door boring rubber doll
Asian toilet scrubbers turn me on the never heard of boring old vain Beverly hills ugly rodeo drive full of stuffy old hags high on ****** pills
Sad drag Beverly hills I lived in that phoney fake berg I love the ancient town Bangkok where my face gets slapped and hurt!
*** is a weapon.
****** are mans desire
Zeus fell in lust with a Greek goddess than expired?
Nasty ****** in Thailand make me hard
I become 18 again nothing else matters but fun with that wanna be ******
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
People diein' on the streets.
****** puddles at our feets.
But we could be a family.
We could be a whole.
We could be together.
But no one could be cold.
If we could live on an island,
no hate,
no guns,
no war.
We'd look back and wonder,
what was it all for?
People diein' on the streets.
****** puddles at our feets.
Gangs,
tempts,
nudes,
exempts.
We sit at desk,
eating or eaten.
we laughed at or laughing.
beating or bleedin'.
We know the truth, but call it cruel.
The cruel one is we, the blind fool.
People diein' on the streets
****** puddles at our feets.
Who shot the most guns?
Who then killed them all?
Who didn't mind a casualty?
Who could be responsible?
"Not me!" we cry,
"I'm a good soul."
But even if we declined,
can I be told where they go?
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
I love you on sunny days
when the radiant sun enlighten the earth
I love you on rainy days
when drops of drizzle pour from above
I love you in the morning
when the rays beam through the window
I love you at night time
when the moon sings lullaby for the stars
I love you in the summer
when waves crash feets on the beach
I love you in the spring
when birds greet the blooming tots
I love you in the autumn
when brown leaves gracefully touch the ground
I love you in the winter
when a cup of hot chocolate is bliss
no matter what season
nor what weather
without fear
without expectations
this feeling
my love,
is inevitable
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, we live for moments that will sweep us of our feets:>
And her pupils dilate betraying her detachment
She senses his invading into the crowd
She drips to her feet in confusion and curiosity
about that mysterious gleam adhering her
She tries to ignore but couldn't help
She yearns for the ocean eyes
She finds herself tensing to the touch of his gaze
that trickles a striking chill down her shoulders to her lower spine
And she melts with lust and entice
------ravenfeels
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC
often
ignored
neglected
pamper
them
we
depend
on our
feet
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 8:01 AM UTC
feets of snow
building
quiet muffled walk
high red rubber boots
sinking deep into
freshly falling snow
wind whips snowflakes
swirling about
stinging bare face
a local police suv
scurries by
sign the road is passable
no other movement
bright lights all about
soft white sky
dark bare trees
sillhouetted
against encroaching
building
white backdrop
bushes bend
heavily under
boughs laden
with many many
little snowflakes
hovering on branches
together
it is a blizzard celebration!
wind dances
swirling and singing
roaring and biting
snowflakes spiraling
and dancing
so so very free
racing across
the sky and the
earth
happy to be out
happy to be free
the dark night
owned by the
ones who
live free & wild
in ever eternal delight!
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 4:54 AM UTC
Monk tinks tonight
fine glasses clink
convivial banter
bubble pop blink
in breathing rooms
bit woofed and stirred
the smoke mint sound
we dare exhale
Monk swings about
a bell do ding
the huey blues
bird bops on wings
hips juicy moves
rubby mounds wet ****
slow drum rolls blow
dance steady bump
Monk rocks the house
the clock do tick
me feets be tappin
gonna busta trick
key ******* bounce
mouths all agape
we gettin down
like crazy apes
Monk’s muzik rides
a sonorous beam
levitatin hipsters
to places unseen
gosh groovy tunes
a **** good gig
we all stoked up
Monk we do dig
Monk played alright
some swingin tunes
Happy B Day Monk
you over the moon
Thelonious Monk
(October 10, 1917 - February 17, 1982)
Thelonious Monk
with John Coltrane
Trinkle ******
10/9/13
Suffern
jbm
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
When I was wee my feets was small.
They found no grip, I'd trip and fall.
I'd stumble bumble left and right
From morning sun to bed-time night.
But as I grew my feets did too.
They grew out of both sock and shoe!
And when I slept they grew some more.
They grew right out my bedroom door!
They grew right out onto the lawn
And when I woke my feets was gone!
I sat there scared within my bed
Just wondering where my feets had fled.
Did my feets go out on a trip
Along the Mighty Mississip?
Were they stomping Kansas corn,
Or hanging ten in Californ?
Hiking in Saskatchewan
Or Yucatan or cold Yukon?
All day long and into night
I worried of my Feets's plight.
Worried that they'd never phone
To tell me they was coming home,
Worried that I'd be bereft
Of both my feets, the right and left!
And so I pictured my two feets
Just wandering dark Parisian streets,
Or alleys in the south of Spain,
Or freezing in the Russian rain,
Or separated in Des Moins
Without the calf, the knee, the *****
But wait! Hold on! What's this I see?
I'm such a goof, oh silly me!
I did not lose my big old feets!
They were just sleeping 'neath my sheets!
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 9:57 PM UTC
Clear moon, dear moon, pearling the air.
Guiding my way as I go here to there.
Into the unknown of the night for awhile,
Slim moon, dim moon, adding a smile.
Illuminating my path as I walk down the streets,
a bag on my back and no shoes on my feets.
Cream moon, dream moon, he opens his eyes,
beneath this ground is where his family lies.
He kneels to the earth and places a flower,
the clock striking midnight on the cemetery tower.
Still moon, chill moon, his eyes dark as the night,
His heart feeling heavy but his soul seeming light.
Blue moon, new moon, he kisses the ground,
like a life nearly lost but a soul newly found.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
Life is so generous
Ever so full of gifts to spare;
Ever so rich of privileges that glamours;
Over-flowing chances that fills up this fine young soul to give a full flare
Yet it's so generous that it gives also "lemons"
Life oh life,
Why "lemons"?
I grew up knowing,
Lemons are best served cold
Especially in every summer for those who thirsts for such juicy quench
While feets're on sands and the kingly sun's overhead
But why "lemons"?!
Maybe it wasn't just lemons picked up from metro market
But lemons from life
Then I suppose it does'nt matter anymore
I guess what matters is I have these...
I have "life" and I have "lemons"
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
She's got pretty feets
Filipina poor girl with very tastey feets
Dark brown from Sun beach sands
Ban do solie for the San Tropez tan
Creamy coconut oil lotion to rub on her tastey treats
Tropical girl now she's in heat
Her juices are flowing down her brown tan legs
Her thighs are glowing in the dark night moon age
Then I awake she was only a dream
Now I realize I am alone old man wanting
My young day
Time did me in stole my every thing
Dreaming of girls as they point and laugh at me
I once was young now I'm old crash test dummy
Mis understood just get drunk and pass out
I wish I had girl to slap me about
Mmnm I love tropical girl
**** **** and bikini **** butter cup
Lovely charms to behold
Lick her feet slurp on her toes
Female girls with bikini pose
Why is it she must where clothes?
Animals no wear clothes cause they have fur ?
Naked girl in High heels has a mink stole
Mmmm ravishing yummy
I'm old now and gone crazy....
I know where to get ***
Where the creepy freak can't go
The Philippines is the place no dopes allowed
I hate drugs thugs thieves ruin our fun in the sun
He go to jail while I juice up his girl
Sorry Charlie
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
You've always talked with lies,
But I really liked you a lot,
Already sinked in your blue eyes,
And your stale muscles, oh God.
Honey, let's walk down at the streets,
Watching at the cold sea which is just like my heart,
We can get as far as our feets
Can carry us, I don't mind to make our lives two work of art.
Look at these gloomy skies,
Let me know if you thought about me at least once,
'Cause when I look at the sun rise,
I clearly can see you in the smile of the sun rays dance.
I've fallen in love too much long,
And wrotten a lot of poems and songs,
But I still can't forget you,
No matter how hard I try to,
I can see you in the air,
I can hear you in the sound of my guitar.
I still love you a lot,
I still guess on a flower "do you love me or not?",
I really love you a lot,
And i just can't make it stop.
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 11:07 PM UTC
The fog crept in on giant monster claws,
Surely no itty-bitty feline foots, I pray:
“Feets don’t fail me now,”
A line that will live in infamy,
Way back in a vaudeville when,
A minstrel Chitlin Circuit then,
Was an actor known as the
"Laziest man in the world,"
A character designed to stick to a
Collective white consciousness,
Stick like Tar-Baby, that negative
Image of African-American men--
I speak of The Brothers--
Who for over a century, have been
Struggling to live down a pernicious,
Most persistently demeaning,
Hollywood trope.
Tribute is due to the black actor born:
Lincoln Theodore Monroe Andrew Perry.
Oh, Mr. Perry, & yes, you were the
First black actor to receive
Screen credit in a film.
Well, I guess that puts you right up there,
With Jackie Robinson & Sidney Poitier,
Carver or Tubman, or any of those
Countless northern abolitionists--
With no personal stake in slavery,
Or emancipation, but fervent nonetheless--
Color-barrier breakers &
Household saints a-coming &
A-marching in, in that number . . .
You paid a big price, Mr. Perry:
The indignity & débauche,
By abject surrender to the Boss Man,
Tribute, recognition is due for
Feats of humility & self-abasement,
Entailing total superhuman surrender,
Capitulation to the dismal, prevailing
State of American race relations at the time.
Stepin Fetchit: a name & a persona,
Not just painfully racist, but
Downright subversive.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
our feets covered with dirt
my hand holding yours
your mouth whispering to my ear
when your eyes glittering under the sunrays
when i pull your face closer to mine
when i can hear the woods speaks to me
if i can't remember who i am
if i can't kiss your neck anymore
would you always be mine?
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
Winter-welded hands to pockets
Midnight suburban Davey Crockets
Shuffling feets, thoughts on gold lockets
Meet nodders, speeders, window peekers
Out and about, we candid seekers
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 12:26 PM UTC
By:D.E.T
Empty dreams
Empty streets
But everyone repeats
The same disease
There are some souls in between
The streets
While others are trying to delete
The sweet
And incomplete
Some people call the souls a freak
Just cuz they don't speak
But those who are called freaks
Are the once one who have both feets
On the streets
To the people who are living in empty dreams And empty streets
Don't got empty point of view
While those who have point of view
Are the ones who are pointing out the who, who
Is gonna help them get us through
To the people has been dreaming of empty dreams
Keep both feets
On the streets
Cuz they know to face the evilness
Even if it seems pointless
Cuz when it comes to an appointment
With the homeless
They know they are the only choice
For that voice
And who knows
If they're gonna change the background
Cuz they know what's all about
When they look at the time
They know they gotta speak their own line
Even if they feel weak
They keep both feet
So, they don't fall a sleep
To those people who think they're weak
Just go ahead and speak
Cuz when they see the words
They know their getting the burn's
As they speak
To those who define
Their line
As pointless
Or worthless
You keep on cuz it's perfect
As they walk to their house
People are asking the how's
While others say the wow's
Cuz they got the guts
Not to listen to the not's
Who told them they did not
Have the guts
To change
That's where they became strange
Cuz they could feel it
As they spoke about it
And without
The people's help
They knew
That empty dreams
Or empty streets
Means nothing
Cuz there's always something
In the empty dreams
Or empty streets
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
Walking in the path,
A small foot path,
Made under the shade of trees,
By flattened grass of walking feets.
Walking and moving in endless thoughts,
I have reached a narrow muddy path,
I look behind and see a long empty lane,
I look forward again.....
I see a small endless muddy lane,
It's covered
with
Datura and Gum Arabic trees...
One is poisonous vespertine flowering plant another a thorny ****
It's a narrow Lane we call it "Pagdandi"....a narrow Lane made in mud by people walking on it over and over again,
This lane has been unknown to me,
Miles and miles and destination less....
I heard my heart,
and here I am walking on this lane...
For unpredictable future...
It was dusty, dry and thorny...
I don't know IT'S destination,
I don't know "MY" destination..
Life is also just like this,
Endless lawns of meaningless green pasteurs...
Empty, silent sprinkled with colors,
When I move a nameless destination awaits..
And the desire to reach the destination keeps me moving...
In between I cross the tarred black roads, long like snakes,
I compare the black tarred road to relatives and friends who knock on our door,
They come smile, laugh and go...
And when I cross the road
I am left in the same muddy lane...
This muddy lane, I wonder,
Is it not a reflection of Life??
Everyone has a dream,
some even work on fulfilling the dream,
But, If one does achieve the dream even then,
Is not life just the same again??
Don't we all finally desire
for
Home cooked good food,
Eaten around happy faces,
In a place we call home,
Where our family lives...!!
Is not the life we had before is what we want later ??
But somewhere in the corner of heart
One aspires so much..
Wealth, Comfort, Desires, Name, Fame, Success...
All this in the name of HAPPINESS....!!
But the road to all this is same muddy lane we call "Pagdandi"...
Happiness is with all of them,
Who were thr in my thoughts...
When I walked in that lane...
Happiness is in the "muddy dusty lane"
Filled with thorns of Gum Arabic tree (babool)
And
Poisonous vespertine flowers of Datura plants...
Happiness is in walking in life what path we come across...
Happiness is making memories and filling it with laughter, stories and smiles.
STILL DESTINATION LESS
Sparkle in Wisdom.
24/12/2011.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC