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I do not haiku
Or miss a shoe
That sits untied

haiku by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shoe Laces

Shoe laces
Shoe laces
Don't come undone
Don't untie and stop all my fun.

I'm running with friends in this game of tag
To come undone would be such a drag.

Shoe laces
Shoe laces
Don't come undone
Don't untie and stop all my fun.

Trip me you'll do and skin my knee too
People will laugh and call me a foo.

Shoe laces
Shoe laces
Don't come undone
Don't untie and stop all my fun.

Look oh no you’re out of the knot
Unraveling and flaring, about to be caught
Under my foot as I step down
God oh no I'm falling...The ground!
Boom I hit and what do you know
My Knee is bleeding just like I told
People are laughing and pointing and staring
Why oh why did my shoe laces fail me?

Shoe laces
Shoe laces
Did come undone
Did untie and stop all my fun…

poem by DAS Jr.
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Stone In My Shoe

Music : rudolf schenker
Lyrics: klaus meine
I keep on dancin on the roof
Try not to fall, stay in the groove
A step too far. Im out of place
Life beats you up some of these days
Just like a whisper theres a voice
Inside of me
Its sayin you aint got a choice
Well, cant you see
Ooh, when your world comes tumbling down
Ooh, you better find a way around
I keep on walkin in the clouds
Find out what life is all about
I keep on runnin away from here
To learn the grass aint greener there
Just like a whisper theres a voice
Inside of me
Its sayin you aint got no choice
As you can see
Ooh, when your world comes tumbling down
Ooh, you better find a way around
Ooh, cause no one else but you
Ooh, can find the stone inside your shoe
Ooh, when your world comes tumbling down
Ooh, you better find a way around
Ooh, cause no one else but you
Ooh, can find the stone inside your shoe
Inside your shoe
Inside your shoe
Inside your shoe
Yeah
Keep rockin in the street
Keep landing on my feet
Keep runnin on and on
Still play my favorite blond
Keep rockin mother earth
Just all around the world
These days mean safer sex
Get my survival pack
My orgasm isnt faked
Ooh lord, I need a break
And whats annoying, too
Is that damn thing in my shoe
Ooh, there is a stone in my shoe

song performed by Scorpions
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Miss Cinderella's forgotten shoe

Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella!

I reckoned my dreams would materialize true
When I stared into those beautiful eyes of you
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe

I stand here in line in thy awaited queue
You enlighten from the limousine
I’m waiting for that heavenly sign
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
What has become of you?
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe

So many miles I flew
Yet you have no clue
Of how much we can chew
Without your shoe, there is no preview
Of the fairy tale we could pursue
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
Can’t you see this love tattoo?
Thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe

And now you have left the venue
Thoughts of your forgotten shoe
I will cherish and value
So close, so near, almost there
Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella
If only you could undo
And cast behind thy forgotten shoe
But thou forgot to cast behind thy only begotten shoe

So the prince is gone
Life goes on
But my love for you is not withdrawn!

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Shoe Box

If I take away all my sadness
And cut off all of my problems
While my concerns are blown away
My happiness fits in a shoe box
A size ten shoe box

If I eat my fears with sugar
Then clean my sorrows with alcohol
And I hang my tears to dry
My happiness fits in a shoe box

While I shoot dead my illnesses
And smoke up my doubts
I will bury my insecurities
Then collect my happiness in a box

In a shoe box I keep my smiles
And every time I laugh
I fold my laughter up
Then put it inside my box
Every time my box fills up
I open it up
And let my happiness run loose
Like a smiling drunken goose

If I take away all the bad
And I count every time I had some fun
My box fills up pretty fast
With memories that make me laugh

I only keep my happiness in a shoe box for a little while
I know is not worth it to hide it from the wild
I am the happiest when I’m happy
I laugh the hardest when I love

I learned to look at the brightest side
Happiness is not something you can just go on and hide
I live both with tears and laughters
I just choose to keep my smiles

Tragedies make sweeter my laughter
And tears make my smile much stronger
Happiness is a conscious decision
I have chosen to make this decision

In a shoe box I’ve been keeping my smiles
And every time I laugh
I’ve been folding my laughters up
Then putting them inside my box

poem by Angelica Duardo
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The Boss's Boots

The Shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the ‘shoots;’
The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss’s boots;
They have no time to straighten up, they have no time to stare,
But when the Boss is looking on, they like to be aware.
The ‘rouser’ has no soul to save. Condemn the rouseabout!
And sling ’em in, and rip ’em through, and get the bell-sheep out ;
And skim it by the tips at times, or take it with the roots—
But ‘pink’ ’em nice and pretty when you see the Boss’s boots.

The shearing super sprained his foot, as bosses sometimes do—
And wore, until the shed cut out, one ‘side-spring’ and one shoe;
And though he changed his pants at times—some worn-out and some neat—
No ‘tiger’ there could possibly mistake the Boss’s feet.

The Boss affected larger boots than many Western men,
And Jim the Ringer swore the shoe was half as big again;
And tigers might have heard the boss ere any harm was done—
For when he passed it was a sort of dot and carry one.

But now there comes a picker-up who sprained his ankle, too,
And limping round the shed he found the Boss’s cast-off shoe.
He went to work, all legs and arms, as green-hand rousers will,
And never dreamed of Boss’s boots—much less of Bogan Bill.

Ye sons of sin that tramp and shear in hot and dusty scrubs,
Just keep away from ‘headin’ ’em,’ and keep away from pubs,
And keep away from handicaps—for so your sugar scoots—
And you may own a station yet and wear the Boss’s boots.

And Bogan by his mate was heard to mutter through his hair:
‘The Boss has got a rat to-day: he’s buckin’ everywhere—
‘He’s trainin’ for a bike, I think, the way he comes an’ scoots,
‘He’s like a bloomin’ cat on mud the way he shifts his boots.’

Now Bogan Bill was shearing rough and chanced to cut a teat ;
He stuck his leg in front at once, and slewed the ewe a bit;
He hurried up to get her through, when, close beside his shoot,
He saw a large and ancient shoe, in mateship with a boot.

He thought that he’d be fined all right—he couldn’t turn the ‘yoe;’
The more he wished the boss away, the more he wouldn’t go;
And Bogan swore amenfully—beneath his breath he swore—
And he was never known to ‘pink’ so prettily before.

And Bogan through his bristling scalp in his mind’s eye could trace,
The cold, sarcastic smile that lurked about the Boss’s face;
He cursed him with a silent curse in language known to few,
He cursed him from his boot right up, and then down to his shoe.

But while he shore so mighty clean, and while he screened the teat,

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poem by Henry Lawson
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i want to haiku
i told haiku and he said
haiku, chris, haiku

haiku by Chris Bowen
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This Is No Haiku

This is no haiku one can expect.
Expressed in one line Japanese verse.
Or separated into lines,
To give an English speaking mind...
Time to find profound definition.
To sit to meditate upon and reflect.

Seventeen sound units,
Divided into three parts...
Five units to start.
Seven in the middle.
And five to end.
With given specific syllables,
To have the reader read again.
Without comprehending,
The meaning a haiku intends.

This is no haiku one can expect.
Expressed in one line Japanese verse.
Or separated into lines,
To give an English speaking mind...
Time to find profound definition.
To sit to meditate upon and reflect.

Although not haiku,
Two shoes tied to one foot...
Does not make the other,
Less aware of obstacles.

Two shoes ties to a pair of feet,
Makes it easier to walk alone
On an adventured path.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dutch lullaby

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,--
Sailed on a river of misty light
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sung a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
That lived in the beautiful sea.
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish,
But never afeard are we!"
So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
For the fish in the twinkling foam,
Then down from the sky came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'T was all so pretty a sail, it seemed
As if it could not be;
And some folk thought 't was a dream they'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea;
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock on the misty sea
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three,--
Wynken,
Blynken,

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poem by Eugene Field
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Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,--
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
That lived in the beautiful sea.
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish,--
Never afraid are we!"
So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam,--
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home:
'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
As if it could not be;
And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea;
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:--
Wynken,
Blynken,

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poem by Eugene Field
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Mother Nature

I want her so bad
Mother Nature has a hold on me
I want her so bad
Mother Nature won't you let me be untied?
'Cause it hurts my pride
To be tossed off like the morning covers
And crossed off, like her other lovers
Casually
I see her walking by my window- mhmmhmmhmmhmm!
It seems to me I know her well.
But like the flowers in the spring-time,
Growing toward the sunshine,
Her beauty falls upon me in a fragrant spring-time spell
And I want her so ba-aa-aad
Mother Nature has a HOLD on me
I want her so bad
Mother Nature won't you let me be untied?
'Cause it hurts my pride
To be tossed off like the morning covers
And crossed off, like her other lovers
Casually
Is she an icy winter woman? Mm-hhmm!
That chills my body when she's near
Sweet fever in the morning...
I don't know if I'll survive.
She walks by me as though she didn't
Know I was alive
And I want her so ba-aa-aad
Mother Nature has a hold on me
I want her so bad
Mother Nature won't you let me be untied?
'Cause it hurts my pride
To be tossed off like the morning covers
And crossed off, like her other lovers
Tossed off like the morning covers,
Crossed off, like her other lovers...
Tossed off like the morning covers,
Crossed off, like her other lovers...

song performed by Don McLean
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A New Argentina

Peron: Dice are rolling the knives are out
Would be presidents are all around
I don't say they mean harm but they'd each give an arm
To see us six feet underground

Eva: It doesn't matter what those morons say
Our nation's leaders are a feeble crew
There's only 20 of them anyway
What is 20 next to millions who are looking to you

All you have to do is sit and wait
Keeping out of everybody's way
We'll-you'll be handed power on a plate
When the ones who matter have their say
And with chaos installed
You can reluctantly agree to be called

Peron: There again we could be foolish not to quit while we're ahead
For distance lends enchantment and that is why
All exiles are distinguished more important they're not dead
I could find job satisfaction in Paraguay

Eva: This is crazy defeatest talk
Why commit political suicide
There's no risk there's no call for any action at all
When you have unions on your side

People of Argentina: A new Argentina the chains of the masses untied
A new Argentina the voice of the people cannot be denied

Eva: There is only one man who can lead any worker's regime
He lives for your problems he shares your ideals and your dream
He supports you for he loves you understands you in one of you
If not how could he love me

People of Argentina: A new Argentina the worker's battle song
A new Argentina the voice of the people rings out loud and long

Eva: Now I am a worker I've suffered the way that you do
I've been unemployed and I've starved and I've hated it too
But I found my salvation in Peron may the nation
Let him save them as he saved me

People of Argentina: A new Argentina a new age about to begin
A new Argentina we face the world together no dissent within

Peron: There again we could be foolish not to quit while we're ahead
I can see us many miles away inactive
Sipping cocktails on a terrace taking breakfast in bed
Sleeping easy doing nothing it's attractive

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song performed by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 1)
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English Eclogues V - The Witch

NATHANIEL.
Father! here father! I have found a horse-shoe!
Faith it was just in time, for t'other night
I laid two straws across at Margery's door,
And afterwards I fear'd that she might do me
A mischief for't. There was the Miller's boy
Who set his dog at that black cat of hers,
I met him upon crutches, and he told me
'Twas all her evil eye.

FATHER.
'Tis rare good luck;
I would have gladly given a crown for one
If t'would have done as well. But where did'st find it?

NATHANIEL.
Down on the Common; I was going a-field
And neighbour Saunders pass'd me on his mare;
He had hardly said 'good day,' before I saw
The shoe drop off; 'twas just upon my tongue
To call him back,--it makes no difference, does it.
Because I know whose 'twas?

FATHER.
Why no, it can't.
The shoe's the same you know, and you 'did find' it.

NATHANIEL.
That mare of his has got a plaguey road
To travel, father, and if he should lame her,
For she is but tender-footed,--

FATHER.
Aye, indeed--
I should not like to see her limping back
Poor beast! but charity begins at home,
And Nat, there's our own horse in such a way
This morning!

NATHANIEL.
Why he ha'nt been rid again!
Last night I hung a pebble by the manger
With a hole thro', and every body says
That 'tis a special charm against the hags.

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poem by Robert Southey
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Haiku no fake who
Go to mountain shout Haiku
Echo back, more Haiku's

haiku by Ken e Hall
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Non-haiku

it was you who one day wrote a haiku
and she counted
on the strictest 5/7/5
or the 5/7/5/77 count

you do not really know what haiku is
you just like to write
and say anything your heart wants to say
in your brokenness

nurturing day and night your broken heart
when she left you for another uglier man
this really hurts

you are smart
the next day, the title of your poem changed

non-haiku for you
how can i argue?

with a smart broken-hearted ass?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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a haiku said once,
where do you get your haiku?
from a haiku tree

haiku by Chris Bowen
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Haiku, stay with me..
Haiku, I feel so lonely..
Haiku, you and me.

haiku by Spiritual Seeker
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Haiku In Colours

van gogh
in the field
etching haiku
onto canvas
each stroke
a colourful haiku
for posterity
sunflowers
eleven brothers vie
for attention
the fortunate ones
coloured bright yellow
the rest resign
themselves to fate
bow humbly
and live in the others' shadows
eleven lucky blooms
worth more than a hundred millions
they do not fit into my pot
but in my heart they blaze in glory, always

van gogh's genius pours
unrelentingly
from eye to eye,
heart to heart
igniting the artist's passion
in each of us
once in a while, i too feel like
etching haiku in colours
encapsulating that extraordinary moment
ideas in wondrous colours, shapes and dreams
so that they too would turn out to be loving works of insanity

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Pebble In My Shoe

a pebble in my shoe
i want it removed

a pebble in my shoe
a disturbance
in my mind

a pebble in my shoe
an enemy
in my feet

yet wait
let me recall
a grain of sand
inside the clam

a pearl
in my hand

once a pebble
in my shoe

let me walk again
let me remember

the pearl
in the clam

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fat Cat

Another song of woe
Woe sounds like this
You say nothings changed, where were you when my world
Was spinning into masquerade
You claim its just a question of mathematics
I shut the door on your amateur dramatics
Then you think too much
And you talk too much, vicariously
Yeah you think too much
And you talk too much
Every word is substance free
Youre the dirt on my collar
Youre the hole in my favourite shoe
Youre the last dying breath of love
Youre the weight that I need to lose
And you hurt yourself
You say Im deranged, Ill admit to being strange
But I just cant stop loving you
If the light in your eyes
Addiction came as a surprise
Didnt think Id be so into you
Then you think too much
And you talk too much, so carelessly
Yeah you think too much
And you talk too much
Every word is substance free
Youre the dirt on my collar
Youre the hole in my favourite shoe
Youre the last dying breath of love
Youre the weight that I need to lose
Youre the dirt on my collar
Youre the hole in my favourite shoe
Youre the last, last dying breath of love
Youre the weight that I need to lose
Youre the dirt on my collar
Youre the hole in my favourite shoe
Youre the last dying breath of love
Youre the weight that I need to lose

song performed by Culture Club
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Lucky Girl

Im a lucky girl
I found my friend
Ive been all around the world
Mission impossible
Chasing the rainbows end
Wise guys
Shy guys
And sly lover boys
With big bad bedroom eyes ...
I never loved a man I trusted
As far as I could pitch my shoe
til I loved you
Youre my lucky star
Youre my magician
You make the night prowling disappear
Vanished from the star-war-bars
Empty repetition
I get my heart full here
Playboys
Stray boys
And say, hey, hey boysll treat you like a toy
I never loved a man I trusted
As far as I could pitch my shoe
til I loved you
Cheaters
Woman beaters
And huck finn shucksters hopping parking meters
I never loved a man
I trusted
As far as I could pitch my shoe
til I loved you
Im a lucky girl
I found my friend
I been all around the world
Mission impossible
Chasing the rainbows end
Wise guys
Booby-prize guys
And sly lover boys
With big bad bedroom eyes ...
I never loved a man I trusted
As far as I could throw my shoe
til I loved you

song performed by Joni Mitchell
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