Stiletto, I look at it more as an attitude as opposed to a high-heeled shoe.
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The Symbolism In A Painting
There is an stiletto shoe
hiding at your back
You ponder upon this
Looking at a shadow
That is taller than
Half of your body
There is a stone that
Marks a place
That you wish was not
There.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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(Growing Pains) Red Shoes Blues
This is a song which should be chanted! (Based on a childhood memory)
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Red shoes,
she wanted...
red shoes...
they had to be red she said,
they had to be red...
no way she could explain
when she was only three...
no way that she could dance
through her three-year-old day
without
red shoes...
red shoes...
she got the red shoes blues.
She wanted
stiletto heels...
stiletto heels...
stilet-tos...
stilet-tos...
she was fifteen
and there wasn’t any way
that she was going to dance
through her teenage day
without stilet...tos...
with those...
pointy toes...
she got the winkle-picker blues.
She wanted... high boots...
she wanted... ankle boots...
she wanted stamp-your-face
Bob Marten bovver boots...
she wanted... slippers
as wide as... kippers...
she wanted sandals
with wedge heels,
flip-flops and pumps...
she walks into a shoe-shop and everybody jumps...
And now she’s forty
it isn’t naughty...
to try ‘em, to buy ‘em,
not to walk on by ‘em...
But nothing ever beat those
red shoes...
red shoes...
the red shoes...
dancing through the day until you’re dead shoes...
red shoes...
red shoes....
she got the red shoes blues.
poem by Janice Windle
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Love Sonnet 68: I Stormed Dreamland To Rescue A Princess,
I stormed Dreamland to rescue my princess,
Imprisoned by a dragon that breathed fire,
With Thor's hammer aiding in the process,
Which caused more sleep than would Apollo's lyre;
Hermes' sandals took us out in no time,
But Princess wanted a Stiletto style,
She said, that fashion, to gods, is sublime;
What if high-heeled sandals make Hermes rile?
As monster birds might yet catch us in flight,
Princess throw off her clothes for diversion;
No trouble flying in the darkest night,
But to land in the midst of procession;
...So, to avert any landing drama,
...We declared she was... Lady Godiva.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Mama Told Me
Mama told me not to go dancing-She said itwas a sin no doubt-Sometimes I went out dancing-Mama never did find out-Mama told me not to wear make-up-She said just be as you are-But I couldn't deal with that-That was really going too far I liked high-heeled shoes-I thought they were so neat-Mama said don't wear high-heeled shoes-They'll just ruin your feet.
poem by Joy Thacker
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Attitude
You go down the pub
You wear make up
And old dads trousers
Why dont you tidy up
You talk like a docker but you act like a queer
You drink champagne then complain its too dear
You try so hard not to follow any trends
Then you cry in your beer and say youve got no friends
But is it any wonder that youve got no friends
But its not the make up
Or the way you dress
Its not your appearance, that they all detest
Its not your manners, that you gotta improve
Ooooo--its your attitude.
Chorus
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Take off your head phones
Hear whats going on
You cant live in a time zone
Youve gotta move on
But before you get there
Theres one thing youve gotta do
Oh change your attitude
Its your attitude
Its your attitude
Chorus
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
The 80s are here, I know cuz Im staring right at them
But youre still waiting for 1960 to happen
You might have the illness, but youve got the cure
Youve got the answer, you will endure
Youre the only person thats gonna pull you through
Ooh, with your attitude
Chorus
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
You gotta learn to be positive, its your only chance
You mustnt be so defensive, you gotta join in the dance
But it isnt your dancing that youve gotta improve
Ooh, its your attitude.
Chorus
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Attitude, oo oo oo
Your attitude
Its all the music
Its all in your brain
Youve used all the old licks
Now its all gotta change.
Change your attitude
Its your attitude
Attitude
song performed by by Kinks
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Attitude Dancing
(carly simon/jacob brackman)
Theres a new kind of dancing
Thats gonna be the rage
You just leave yourself behind
Like an actor on a stage
Cop a different pose
>from the pose youre in
Shine a different attitude
>from underneath your skin
Attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a different attitide
Attitude dancing
Any attitude is the proper attitude
Attitude dancing
Dont be afraid to change your attitude
Attitude dancing
Free up your spirit with a new attitude
It dont even matter
If you stretch or shake
And it dont really matter
What moves your body makes
And it dont really matter
What steps you choose to do
Only one thing matters:
Thats your attitude
Your attitude, attitude dancing
Attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a different attitide
Attitude dancing
Learn to move in another attitude
Attitude dancing
Find the groove in a new attitude
Attitude dancing
Dont be afraid of a new attitude
It dont really matter
What steps you choose to do
Only one thing matters:
Is your attitude
Your attitude, attitude dancing
Strut around the floor in a new attitude
Do the locomotion in a new attitude
Do the mashed potato in a new attitude
Do the hully gully in a new attitude
Find a role you like
Capture it and freeze
Then turn it around
A hundred and eighty degrees
Or if youre at a loss
Observe some natural dude
And turn into a mirror of his attitude
Attitude, attitude, attitude
Dancing
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Too Late
She followed at her own pace,
not really caring
and wondering at the crowd
that was ahead.
The coffin looked shiny,
in mahogany and brass
and she laughed
a little to herself.
Such a small one
and yet so smart.
You wouldn't think
a body would fit!
She drifted away then,
seemed to be transfixed
by the shoe shop
and the sales.
The blue ones were nice,
a bit pricey though
and the red were hot
and very high heeled.
By the time she'd finished
she realised the procession
had gone on
and she'd missed it.
Well they always said,
'you'll be late for your own funeral some day'
and they were right,
she was.
Her soul just floated away
into the heavens
and as she watched
the moon arose, grinning.
Who wants to be buried anyway?
she never did like worms
and she certainly didn't care
for the head stone.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Spring-heeled Jim
Spring-heeled jim winks an eye
Hell do, hell never be done to
He takes on whoever flew through
Well, its the normal thing to do ... ah ...
Spring-heeled jim lives to love
Now kissing with his mouth full
And his eyes on some other fool
So many women
His head should be spinning
Ah, but no !
Ah, but no !
But no !
Ah, no !
Spring-heeled jim slurs the words :
Theres no need to be so knowing
Take life at five times the
Average speed, like I do
Until jim feels the chill
Oh, where did all the time go ?
Once always in for the kill
Now its too cold
And he feels too
Old
Too old
Mmm, old...
La, la, la, la-la, la ...
song performed by by Morrissey
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In the Denim She Glides
I slow my car to a stop.
Get out and my jaw just drops.
In the denim she glides.
High heeled and switched thighs.
Oh my,
She's hot and fine.
But she's not mine...
To ride in my ride,
As I drive.
In the denim she glides.
I can't get her from my eyes.
When I walk by in disguise...
I realize feelings maximized.
Oh in the denim she glides.
I'd like to kiss her and fantasize...
She and I walk side by side,
And everybody says...
'They're two peas in a pot pie.'
Oh oh oh oh oh...
In the denim she glides.
High heeled and switched thighs.
Oh my,
She's hot and fine.
But she's not mine...
To ride in my ride,
As I drive.
I slow my car to a stop.
Get out and my jaw just drops.
While in the denim she glides.
High heeled and switched thighs.
Oh my,
She's hot and fine.
But she's not mine...
To ride in my ride,
As I drive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Attitude! ! !
Attitude,
That of a tree that sacrifices
Every bit of its being
Without any resistance
Attitude,
That of a Tiger
Who fulfills his desires
At the cost of the life of others
Attitude,
That of a philanthropist
Who burps, after being fulfilled
And puts the make-up
Of generosity and culture
To appear elite and superior
Attitude,
That of a sage
With all human weaknesses
Denounces every pleasure
And is impervious to every desire
Attitude,
Of every shade and color
Attitude,
What is yours?
poem by Maitreyee Joshi
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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…
All I want are high heels, high heels. If I was a girl, I'd wear a lot of high heels. High, stiletto heels.
quote by Isaac Mizrahi
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Eat Your Heart Out
I've come by, she says, to tell you
that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's
over. this is it.
I sit on the couch watching her arrange
her long red hair before my bedroom
mirror.
she pulls her hair up and
piles it on top of her head-
she lets her eyes look at
my eyes-
then she drops her hair and
lets it fall down in front of her face.
we go to bed and I hold her
speechlessly from the back
my arm around her neck
I touch her wrists and hands
feel up to
her elbows
no further.
she gets up.
this is it, she says,
this will do. well,
I'm going.
I get up and walk her
to the door
just as she leaves
she says,
I want you to buy me
some high-heeled shoes
with tall thin spikes,
black high-heeled shoes.
no, I want them
red.
I watch her walk down the cement walk
under the trees
she walks all right and
as the pointsettas drip in the sun
I close the door.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Man-u-lip-u-lator
Sun goes down night moves in
I dont need the pain again
Those x-ray eyes
Its a fascination
All lined up ready to go
Fully loaded overflow
High heeled mood
Lets go for some action
Man-u-lip-u-lator its so easy when heads meet
Exploring but nightmares speak
Rumors fly idle speculation
(chorus 1)
Man-u-lip-u-lator tryin to operate on you
Sticky situation Id love to fall into
Youre a man-u-lip-u-lator with a low low attitude oohoo
Like to love ya later cause Im an operator too
Full alert defcon 4
Seal the windows lock the door
I in-coming
Its a natural reaction
Man-u-lip-u-lator tryin to operate on you ooh
Sticky situation Id love to fall into
(bridge)
Take it to the left
Move it to the right
Holde me oh so tight
Never let it go
Man-u-lip-u-lator man-u-lip-u-lator
Man-u-lip-u-lator man-u-lip-u-lator man-u-lip-u-lator man-u-lip-u-lator
(chorus 2)
Man-u-lip-u-lator tryin to operate on you ooh
Sticky situation Id love to fall into
Youre a man-u-lip-u-lator with a low low attitude oohoo
Like to love ya later doctors got his eye on you
Man-u-lip-u-lator tryin to operate on you
Sticky situation Id love to fall into
Youre a man-u-lip-u-lator with a low low attitude oohoo
Like to love ya later cause Im an operator too
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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The attitude we have towards our personal pets as opposed to the animals that suffer under the factory farm is hypocritical and delusional.
quote by James Cromwell
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Attitude
Kids kind of dirty and a light on you
But talk, talk, talk is all you can do
You want to know how to play a game of show and tell
But youre just not getting off on yourself
When you got to get a message through
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
And there is nothing stopping you
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
You got to get off on yourself
And give them that attitude
You got shrink wrap rap and a prefab smile
Too much substance, not enough style
You got your new age voodoo, but that wont help
cause youre just not getting off on yourself
When you got to get a message through
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
And there is nothing stopping you
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
So you got to get off on yourself
And give it the attitude
Now that youre ok and Im ok
Decide to have it out or to get away
If I didnt believe every word I say
I wouldnt be the man that I am today
It aint no secret, it dont take money
So give it to yourself, in a way its funny
Just try to do right, and it comes right through
Dont care about the donts and dos
If you want to get a message through
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
And there is nothing stopping you
Its not what you do
Its your attitude
You got to get off on yourself, stay up on yourself
Get yourself an attitude
Its the way you walk and the way you talk
And the way you do everything you do
You got the attitude
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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I opposed No Child Left Behind, I opposed the Medicare prescription drug bill, I opposed the Wall Street bailout. What the American people are starting to see is that Republican, Republicans on Capitol Hill get it and the Democrats, from the White House to Capitol Hill, just don't get it.
quote by Mike Pence
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Whyd You Come In Here Lookin Like That
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
In your cowboy boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirls dream
Whyd you come in here looking like that
Here comes my baby
Draggin my heart behind
Hes drivin me crazy
Who says love is blind
Hes got a wanderin eye and a travelin mind
Big ideas and a little behind
Out with a different woman every night
But I remember when he was mine
Chorus:
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirls dream
Waltzing right in here lookin like that
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
When you could stop traffic in a gunney sack
Why youre almost givin me a heart attack
When you waltz right in here lookin like that
I just cant stand it
To see him on the town
Hes out slow dancing
With every girl around
Im a softhearted woman hes a hardheaded man
And hes gonna make me feel just as bad as he can
Hes got himself a mean streak a half a mile wide
But now hes dancing on this heart of mine
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirls dream
Whys you come in here lookin like that
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirls dream
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
When you could stop traffic in a gunney sack
Why youre almost givin me a heart attack
When you waltz right in here lookin like that
Whyd you come in here lookin like that
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Yet if a woman never lets herself go, how will she ever know how far she might have got? If she never takes off her high-heeled shoes, how will she ever know how far she could walk or how fast she could run?
quote by Germaine Greer
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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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