Hello there from the barefoot poet. Thanks for visiting my site. I write about experiences that have happend to me and still affect me today.
I am grateful to my brothers in poetry:Loki, Arkbear,james119,Lowell Poe, Rudolf,RevWilliamFoos,Wandika and others for their support.
My sisters in poetry are daviscth and SaraJaneUK.
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- Last seen right now. Member since January 4, 2007.
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- My mood is , and quote is I am a fighter and a survivor..
- I am a 49 year old man from Iowa (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm watching t.v. Favorite shows The Prisoner and Sea Hunt,swimming .
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As I sit here on my recliner
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Rough times for you and me
Economic times are bleak you see -
There is nothing than can be finer
than a Sunday on the Recliner. -
I sit here in the kitchen with a bowl and spoon.
On this hot and humid summer's afternoon.
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Late May of 2006. Life was very good for me at the time. A successful career and looking forward to what promised to be a busy summer ahead
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inspired-8 : Hello! on October 12
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Thomas beechey on October 12He's the barefoot poetUnapprove | Delete
He doesn't wear shoes
And somehow he knows it
Helps with the muse
Yes, he's the barefoot poet
He doesn't wear socks
And he's glad to show it
But he doesn't take walks
The stones can hurt a naked foot
So he takes off his shirt and just stays put
With pen held tight and all stretched out
He's ready to write what it's all about
He's the barefoot poet
He doesn't wear shoes
And somehow he knows it
Helps with the muse
Yes, he's the barefoot poet
He doesn't wear socks
And he's glad to show it
But he doesn't take walks
He writes the world just as he sees
With his toes all curled, comfy as you please
Reclining and refining his life and loves
In the glow of the shining sun above
He's the barefoot poet
He doesn't wear shoes
And somehow he knows it
Helps with the muse
Yes, he's the barefoot poet
He doesn't wear socks
And he's glad to show it
But he doesn't take walks
You don't need sandals, slippers or boots
No scented candles or three-piece suits
All you need is a place underneath a roof
And the look in his eyes is all the proof
He's the barefoot poet
He doesn't wear shoes
And somehow he knows it
Helps with the muse
Yes, he's the barefoot poet
He doesn't wear socks
And he's glad to show it
But he doesn't take walks
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poorme : Hey Pat! on September 18
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jamiedoring : THANK YOU! on April 30
Thank you my friend, for the comments that you graciously share - always putting a smile on my face...appreciation for my work means much as well as your friendly words and support. Thanks again! Have a GREAT day! 
