There never was an old slipper but there was an old stocking to match it.
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A lolly walk and our slippers
I never like to have a new slipper from you
And never like to go to a rain
And neverwish to bring a bottle of beer
and not make up night to fall on us
the sobriety of our youth never want to shed down
Now I wish to wear my own slipper
I like to go out in my own slippers in this moon
And wish to pick flowers in our gardens....
poem by Thampi KEE
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Young Dog
crickety teeth
my left slipper
gets taken somewhere
my right slipper bitten
urine on the sofa
poo poo on the garage
sliding through
the kitchen door
chasing in the yard
scattered books
in the living room
licking my feet
playing bites with my hands
this young dog
is the star of the house
no kids, eh.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cinderella
Written by j. kimball and d. vidal, 1984
Found on perspective.
I was out last night having a ball
And comin home, I wasnt thinkin nothin at all
And there on the sidewalk what did I see
A little glass slipper starin back at me
Cinderella (cinderella)
Well Im not superstitious but Im smarter than I seem
And I knew it was love, if you know what I mean
When I saw that slipper it occurred to me
The shoe fit her and she fit me
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
When I find her it will be
A fairy tale for her and me
I will never let her go
Cinderella
Now the other girls hold no fascination for me
I just think of her wherever she may be
I will search my whole life through
cause no one else will ever do
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
When I find her it will be
A fairy tale for her and me
I will never let her go
She will give my heart a home
Until that day Ill be alone
With just a slipper and a dream
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
Oo (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
song performed by by America
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32 - Cinderella
Running towards her pumpkin
At the stroke of midnight
Her lost slipper upon the stair
In the silver majestic moonlight
The fairytale turns to dust
As the witching hour begins
Down in the forgotten cellar
Her sorrow and pain she sings
So not to loose her memories of this night’s enchantment
She tearfully produces ink of thoughts onto peasant parchment
Recumbent but weary on her bed of mice invested hay
Crying her self to sleep still and alone Cinderella lay
The next morning prince charming comes round
With the clear glass slipper he had found
A gentleman he lowers down on one knee, while Cinderella sits
Drawing eloquent smiles as the slipper perfectly fits
poem by Nicola Burkett
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A coach can only teach.
A coach is not a match to his players.
Stamina matters.
A teacher cannot match his students;
Memory matters.
A preacher cannot match his disciples;
Staunchness matters.
A husband cannot match his cuckold;
Curiosity matters.
Can a ladder match the climber?
30.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Opposites
The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child
Walked out into the street
And splashed in all the pubbles till
She had such shocking feet
The Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child
Stayed quietly in the house
And sat upon the fender stool
As still as any mouse.
The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child
Her hands were black as ink;
She would come running through the house
And begging for a drink.
The Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child
Her hands were white as snow;
She did not like to play around,
She only liked to sew.
The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child
Lost hair ribbons galore;
She dropped them on the garden walks,
She dropped them on the floor.
The Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child
O thoughtful little girl!
She liked to walk quite soberly,
It kept her hair in curl.
The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child
When she was glad or proud
Just flung her arms round Mother's neck
And kissed her very loud.
The Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child
Was shocked at such a sight,
She only offered you her cheek
At morning and at night.
O Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child
Your happy laughing face
Does like a scented Summer rose
Make sweet the dullest place.
O Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child
My dear, I'm well content
To have my daughter in my arms,
And not an ornament.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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Glass Slipper
She flounced into his private rooms
without a 'by your leave' to woo
and fluttering long eyelashes
had him by her side: News Flashes!
Hot young damsel woos the prince,
she with honeycombed plump lips
sweeter than most sugar candy
dressed in 'Tantalizing Pink'
Roll up, roll up read all about it,
hot young damsel and the Prince,
going out for a late supper.
It's the latest off the press.
They were spotted in a restaurant
small glass slipper in his hand
as he lent across the table
really, do I need expand?
Honeyed damsel tried the slipper
and by Jove, I say, it fit her!
'Marry me' said handsome prince
for the magic slipper fits.
Oh kind sir, said hot young damsel
then I would be Queen sweet man
I will wed you and be married,
P'haps you ought to meet my mam.
Mummy thought she'd caught a good'n
now she's talking to the press
which is how we got this story
Editor was most impressed!
poem by Ruth Walters
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Belonging at Last
Before and afterwards reflect
Extensions, phases interlocking,
Linking loss with Xmas stocking.
Open source choice, voice, [s]elect
Now knit joy’s Cause join joy’s Effect.
Greetings sent, hopes met, unlocking
Inner potential and unblocking
New ways which interplays connect,
Great expectations recollect -
Ambitions past the heart's been stocking
To hold against a day unmocking
Leaving restrictions for perfect
Affection which with shared direction
STands firm, affirms hope's resurrection...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Match-ball!
Match-ball!
Everywhere;
Match-ball, match, ball, at;
Everywhere!
Miscellaneous,
Cat, hat, hall, ham, call;
Into the clefts of the rocks! !
Holes, moles, ploes, soles;
To the moles and bats!
Exiles,
Exits,
All, mall, tall, mat, bat;
Pastures,
Pictures,
Tab, bam, lam, cam, act, batch;
Kindled,
Justifies!
But, like a flint;
Boles, voles, roles!
At Royal Victoria Place Shopping Centre;
However, it was like a match-ball.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kriss Kringle
Just as the moon was fading
Amid her misty rings,
And every stocking was stuffed
With childhood’s precious things,
Old Kriss Kringle looked around,
And saw on the elm-tree bough,
High hung, an oriole’s nest,
Lonely and empty now.
“Quite a stocking,” he laughed,
“Hung up there on a tree!
I didn’t suppose the birds
Expected a present from me!”
Then old Kriss Kringle, who loves
A joke as well as the best,
Dropped a handful of snowflakes
Into the oriole’s empty nest.
poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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Rose, Fall
Rose of many petals that fall at gentle touch,
you cannot match up to my love-who with touch does not fall
Rose of the green stem, who withers when is dry
you cannot match up to my love, who with age, never dries
Rose of thorny flaws, who pricks me at the lips
you cannot match up to my love, whos lips contain no thorns
Rose like any other rose, who with them does not stand out,
you cannot match up to my love, whose beauty stands outloud
Rose of limited colors, who can only bloom one tone
you cannot match up to my love, who blooms of every hue
Rose, who only appeals to eyes, to those who see its beauty
you cannot match up to my love, who appeals to every sense
Rose fall down, and bow to my love-she is the one with grace
Rose wither away to my love, whose beauty outlives yours
Rose turn 'way, when in presence to my love-
for she holds something you dont hold
and that is my steep love
poem by Afrodita Alkline
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Walkin Away
(annie roboff/craig wiseman)
Sometimes a careless word just rolls right off my tongue
Now matter what I do it leaves you all undone
Hey baby no need to go crazy over some little something Ive said
Cant you see youre the keeper of my heart
Even when I lose my head
Weve still got it good no matter how bad it gets
Even after all this time the slipper still fits
Hey just look at how far weve come by choosing to stay
Baby dont go there love dont get nowhere walkin away
Sometimes the whisper of love gets lost in the angry shout
Even hearts that are in this deep might think about an easy way out
One honest touch makes those worries just fade like stars at dawn
These occasional moments of weakness
Only makes our love more strong
Weve still got it good no matter how bad it gets
Even after all this time the slipper still fits
Hey just look at how far weve come by choosing to stay
Baby dont go there love dont get nowhere walkin away
It gets easier all the time
Oh and harder and harder to leave behind
Weve still got it good no matter how bad it gets
Even after all this time the slipper still fits
Hey just look at how far weve come by choosing to stay
Baby dont go there love dont get nowhere walkin away
Baby dont go there love dont get nowhere walkin away
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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The mind is no match with the heart in persuasion; constitutionality is no match with compassion.
quote by Everett Dirksen
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At least with me, the match starts much, much earlier than the actual match.
quote by Sachin Tendulkar
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Uncertain match plays in the ground of Radiation!
The whole World is sick and in the Asylum
Patients were given the Tranquilizers!
And they watch the match with Doctor Confused!
Thank God! The Sea is calm and there won't be any Tsunami?
The head umpire is not certain whether the ball touched the bat
And it's an out?
He's requested the decision from the match Referee.
An Alien comes with a deep cry from a different Planet.
Doctor asked what can I do for you?
'I am a fortune teller' He replied.
'Oh! You came in the right time and is it out? '
'I am not sure.'
'Then who wins the match? '
'That's uncertain.'
'I have a hole in the heart since my childhood and it's very painful
Even the Tetanus scared to approach and finish this sad story.'
Doctor gave him a Morphine injection!
And all is quiet now, match goes on!
I too watch this entertaining game from infinity!
To all the Cricket fans in gratitude!
(Including my friend JVL.)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Little Jimmy's First Football Match
Jimmy just couldn't sleep
he was too excited for that
he hadn't felt like this
since he stroked a Meerkat.
His mother said as a treat
for being such a good lad
he could go to the football
on Saturday with his Dad.
His nan knitted him a scarf
in the colours of the team
and on the morning of the match
he was so happy he could scream.
So the big day had arrived
and off he went to the match
he sat with his dad in the stands
with a cup of tea and a batch.
This was Jimmy's first game
as he was only just seven
but sitting there with his Dad
he was in football heaven.
The match was brilliant
Jimmy's team scored four
and if it wasn't for their keeper
it would have been a lot more.
Jimmy's world changed that day
football was to become his life
as an adult it cost him a lot
eventually his long suffering wife.
So let this serve as a warning
football can be bad for your boy
so instead of taking him to a match
take him fishing or buy him a toy!
poem by Kevin Halls
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You can beat anyone if you have a golden slipper.
It made a big difference to my match stamina. I couldn't imagine I would have been so energetic during the match - it really gave me a welcomed extra boost!
quote by Vladimir Kramnik
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There never was a shoe however handsome that did not become an ugly slipper.