Quotes about toes!, page 5
I'd Rather Have Habits Than Clothes
I'd Rather Have Habits Than Clothes,
For that's where my intellect shows.
And as for my hair,
Do you think I should care
To comb it at night with my toes?
I'd rather have ears than a nose,
I'd rather have fingers than toes,
But as for my hair:
I'm glad it's all there;
I'll be awfully sad when it goes.
I wish that my Room had a Floor;
I don't so much care for a Door,
But this walking around
Without touching the ground
Is getting to be quite a bore!
poem by Gelett Burgess
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I Lack It
I lack compulsions of the acts that lean on others,
They act like dozens of people who are adders.
Some subtract due to murders, and these are some,
I have to keep in mind solid thoughts, adventures of my album.
The adders do not damage me but lean on my toes with toes,
I have never come to the point of deathblows.
Combine these blows of the body with mind-weapons,
Both are deathblows so close to accusations.
I must enrage no lenient combatant,
And they lean on me for they are adamant.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A conversation....
she cannot accept the fact that a good poetry is just another form of imagination 7: 16 AM
Me
Mercy Temple
is she AC? 7: 16 AM
she wants to put me in those poems 7: 16 AM
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Return To A Natural Gait
I stopped the biting of my lips,
When my cheeks began to get sore...
From the turning of them,
From one to the other.
With a feeling that my neck,
Had been exercised enough.
And in the doing of such,
I've learned so much...
About the having of unappreciated patience.
And toes crushed from being stepped on.
Some believed I had added swagger to my walk.
Not true.
I was in the process of healing a foot.
Biting lips, turned cheeks and crushed toes...
Eventually have their way,
Of opening a mouth kept closed.
To announce in intentional offensive ways,
Days that have ended a patience taken for granted.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kentucky Derby
(for Smarty Jones)
horse-naked
a barn sleeper
he can swim in the sun, in a barn
he loafs in an apple yard,
snapping the pea grass
as blossoms inhale and exhale kentucky spring
his friend the goat is
patiently
trimming the grass beneath
today is saturday
steel strips are winged to his toes
tiny shields
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poem by Jimi Doyle
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When You're Sick
When your sick I swear you still look amazing.
When your sick I know that noodles you r craving.
Ur still happy when your sick and never degrading.
So im gonna doctor you up and work on my painting.
I'll start with your toes, you have the cutest little toes.
Then I'll paint your finger nails. And get some on your nose.
You'll tell me they're good and I'll turn the color of a rose.
And anything you ask of me I'll say "I suppose".
I'll hold you and kiss you who cares if I get sick.
Making you feel better is all that matters and I can do it so quick.
If it would make you feel better I'd let you hit me with a stick.
But only for a bit. Because you hit hard an it'll hurt like sh**
poem by David duckworth
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Calm, Cool And Collected
There is nothing you have in common with me.
I have been blessed to keep the depth of my anguish,
Concealed from exposing its appearance on my face.
You have no idea what it takes,
To seem as if I am calm, cool and collected.
When on some days I rage inside from my experiences.
Even when those believe they can step on my toes,
They have not a clue...
Where that act they have done in my mind goes.
There is nothing you have in common with me.
I have been blessed to keep the depth of my anguish,
Concealed from exposing its appearance on my face.
You have no idea what it takes,
To seem as if I am calm, cool and collected.
When on some days I rage inside from my experiences.
I know I am blessed.
And so are those who have stepped on my toes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No... I Can Not Believe It
You've got my nose opened wide.
Wider than the sea,
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
You've got my nose opened wide.
So wide people see.
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
Wherever I go...
I know that this shows.
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
I know it is exposed,
That you opened my nose!
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Be Bullied By A Fool
If you've got a snotty nose,
Learn to wipe it.
And if somebody's on your toes,
Don't be invited to ignite...
A fight they incite.
Bite your lip unball your fists,
And resist the thought of it...
To do a walk away.
That's right don't fight.
Just do a walk away.
And that's not easy to do.
To choose to walk away.
No that's not easy to do.
To choose to walk away.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
Choose to walk away.
Don't be bullied by a fool.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As the full-moon moves...
1…2…3…
I count my fingers and toes
The final number exceeds…
Tell me, how do I count
Twenty five with my
Ten fingers and ten toes?
A problem since childhood
Ever since my tryst
With math had begun
And in the skein of numbers
In the maze of time and distance
That entrapped five scores and one
Full-moons, the heart too gets trapped
As is its habit
The moon waxed and waned
All the while and will continue
Its endless scheme somewhere
With someone else on earth
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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