Quotes about toes!, page 6
The Ballerina
The frightened ballerina,
standing on her toes
stood behind the curtain
in a dainty pose.
Having practiced faithfully
hour after hour,
inside her heart was pounding.
Outside her muscled power
overcame her fear.
The overture now playing,
each note was in her ear.
And as the curtain opened
it took away her fear.
The stage, the lights
became her love.
Each pirouette and leap
took her way above
into a different sphere.
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poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Buddha in the Womb
Bobbing in the waters of the womb,
little godhead, ten toes, ten fingers
& infinite hope,
sails upside down through the world.
My bones, I know, are only a cage
for death.
Meditating, I can see my skull,
a death's head,
lit from within
by candles
which are possibly the suns
of other galaxies.
I know that death
is a movement toward light,
a happy dream
from which you are loath to awaken,
a lover left
in a country
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poem by Erica Jong
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So Natural Is This Flow
Too many times,
People of faith put their lives on the line.
To find they have been undermined...
By those still learning to count their fingers and toes.
While hiding behind others to do it,
In the midst of someone's shadow.
It takes a brave mind to think independently.
To make a decision and not follow but lead.
Few with this kind of persona,
Can say they live lives that are obstacle free.
But their word is their bond,
And what they do seems to come naturally.
So natural is this flow...
Some believe it is easy to interfere by throwing,
Innuendos and stones to block their paths.
Too many times,
People of faith put their lives on the line.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Just Know What I Like
What makes you think you've been invited,
To tingle up and down my spine?
What makes you think candlelight and wine,
Does the trick?
Or that soft music, grapes...
And frankenscense,
Will curl my toes?
Hmmm?
I 'spose you gon' say you psychic?
Or sumthin' cuning.
Like you're a honey?
And I'm gonna get stung!
Hmmm?
Now you better not bring sharp cheddar cheese,
In here!
OR, I'll just have to...
'I like mine extra sharp.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cirque D'Hiver
Across the floor flits the mechanical toy,
fit for a king of several centuries back.
A little circus horse with real white hair.
His eyes are glossy black.
He bears a little dancer on his back.
She stands upon her toes and turns and turns.
A slanting spray of artificial roses
is stitched across her skirt and tinsel bodice.
Above her head she poses
another spray of artificial roses.
His mane and tail are straight from Chirico.
He has a formal, melancholy soul.
He feels her pink toes dangle toward his back
along the little pole
that pierces both her body and her soul
and goes through his, and reappears below,
under his belly, as a big tin key.
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poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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Why Did You Step On Those Toes?
This has been brought to my attention:
Some of you have stated...
In the privacy of whispers,
Of course.
That I have a tendency,
To step on a few toes!
And I thought about this.
Knowing the intention,
Of the message I had to send.
So I prayed to God.
And asked what should I do?
Since my only desire,
Is to reflect the 'will' of God.
In complete devotion.
Not to offend Him.
Or upset undo emotions.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Christmas Sharing!
Its freezing ice chills out there
This winter…this December
To go out, I didn’t dare
Clouds of snow surround my house
But in, I warm my icy toes
A Christmas tree with jingling bells
Magic everywhere spreading its spells
A shining silver star hung on top
And Christmas carols in every snowdrop
While warm and cozy I lay near the fire
At distance I see a girl longing for fire
I open my door to look at her
And in turn she smiles, warmer than fire
Her icy toes and icy nose
Numb hands and pale face
Made me invite her in and show some fire,
And let her have Christmas just like mine
That day, I gave a real Christmas for a girl
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poem by Sania Harris
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Barrel Of A Gun
Click snap bang boom,
range gun shot in zoom lens,
don't step on my toes,
I'll step on your toes too,
you at the barrel of a gun I say boom,
love your looks so,
I shot your ex to get to you,
remember when you spoke,
it was music to my ears,
your dad came in,
lock his jock in his gun,
so I took my barrel,
pointed it to his forehead,
like blood that's blood red,
barrel of a gun like your ex,
small small head,
she spoke to me,
told me to have love with my hand,
all bets off no kiss & tell stand,
watch my hand stance jack my hand,
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poem by Tommy Laster
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Under The Round Tower
'ALTHOUGH I'd lie lapped up in linen
A deal I'd sweat and little earn
If I should live as live the neighbours,'
Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne;
'Stretch bones till the daylight come
On great-grandfather's battered tomb.'
Upon a grey old battered tombstone
In Glendalough beside the stream
Where the O'Byrnes and Byrnes are buried,
He stretched his bones and fell in a dream
Of sun and moon that a good hour
Bellowed and pranced in the round tower;
Of golden king and Silver lady,
Bellowing up and bellowing round,
Till toes mastered a sweet measure,
Mouth mastered a sweet sound,
Prancing round and prancing up
Until they pranced upon the top.
That golden king and that wild lady
Sang till stars began to fade,
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poem by William Butler Yeats
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Barefoot
Loving me with my shows off
means loving my long brown legs,
sweet dears, as good as spoons;
and my feet, those two children
let out to play naked. Intricate nubs,
my toes. No longer bound.
And what's more, see toenails and
all ten stages, root by root.
All spirited and wild, this little
piggy went to market and this little piggy
stayed. Long brown legs and long brown toes.
Further up, my darling, the woman
is calling her secrets, little houses,
little tongues that tell you.
There is no one else but us
in this house on the land spit.
The sea wears a bell in its navel.
And I'm your barefoot wench for a
whole week. Do you care for salami?
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poem by Anne Sexton
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