Posts Tagged ‘shoes’

Bow Wow, Bow Wow, My Dawgy’s Back: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

February 21, 2018

Golden sunset, golden retriever I'm glad she's home (next door)She steals my sweatshirt, /
my shoes, my gloves. Still, I’m glad/
she’s back and not dead.


Open Mouth, Insert Foot: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

March 11, 2015

I have learned I should/
always purchase my footwear/
based on how they taste.

Feets Just Gotsta Get Wet: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

January 15, 2015

No matter where in/
the world I am, my shoes come/
off. They’s just gotsta.Sonoma Coast State Beach sunset with tennis shoes off

Shoes Hanging In A Gallery: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

July 2, 2014

Shoes hanging in Art Alley's Gallery -- Art Alley, Rapid City, SDI told Bart it was/
art. See? It’s hanging in Art/
Alley’s gallery.

Glad To Again Feel Movement: Romantic IMprov Haiku

January 9, 2014

Red strapped movement causerIt had been a long/
time since he’d felt movement like/
she was inspiring.

It’d been a long time,/
he thought, since he’d felt any/
warm movement like this.

New Shoes Muse Blues: Revolutionary Rhyming IMprov Haiku

September 26, 2013

I need the chance to/
view what I can do with a/
new muse in those shoes!


Give me a chance to/
view what poetry can do/
to a new shoes muse!

London Travel Tips: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

August 4, 2012

I’m glad I didn’t/
go with my boss. He can hike/
the shoes off of me.

Shoes Backlash: Romantic ConTEXTing Limerick

July 31, 2012

I sole-fully complemented your shoes.
You woefully have me singing the blues!
I thought they were Candies,
‘cuz your feet looked so dandy!
I learned that’s not what hot women use!

A Muse, Anew: Romantic ConTEXTing Poetry

April 30, 2011

does it now/
when my unrehearsed/
a surprising new,/
unexpected view?/

That it’s you/
who stands anew,/
wearing the shoes/
of my verbal Muse?

Not All Men Are Like Shoes: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

September 17, 2010

Not all men are like shoes: Some are barefootShe returned/
r like shoes./
While she, my muse,/
extolled the virtues/
of Italian loafers/
and boots worn by gofers,/
she didn’t look/