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Easter Shoes

14 April, 2017: Easter Shoes

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by S. Renay Sanders
Easter Shoes
On Palm Sunday Eve
She was breaking in
Her Easter shoes
Muted pink creamy pumps,
She wore on stage
With her jeans
T shirt and a
Plaid overblouse.
She tapped her
Patent pumps in time
To the music
She made
 
Blowin’ her sax for
The Crooked Vines.
Just like the boys in the band,
She was there to back up
The girl singer
Who was a little too cute
To flaunt sexy
But she got pretty damn close
Tall boots,
Six-inch spikes
Little black dress
Hot damn
Shaking those
Extended spiraling Shirley Temple curls
As she sang
Up town funk you up
Up town funk you up

 
Sax comes front and center
Uptown funk you up
Don’t believe me just watch

Palm Sunday Eve
Sisterhood, strut
One in spiked heels
The other in her Easter shoes
Girls hit you, Hallelujah

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“Easter Shoes” by S. Renay Sanders from 2015 Hessler Street Fair Poetry Anthology. Crisis Chronicles Press, 2015. Used by permission of the author.
 
ABOUT TODAY’​S POET
S. Renay Sanders learned to love the spoken word amid a family of storytellers. Secretly writing poems for years, she came out of the poetry closet in 2010 with a poem in the Hessler Street Fair Poetry Anthology, where her poem “Awakened to Bear Witness of Sweet Atrocities” won third place. Her poems appear in anthologies published by the Writing Knights Press and Poet’s Haven Press. “Noteworthy Travelin’” has been published as a broadside by Night Ballet Press. Most recently her work was selected for inclusion in the Women of Appalachia Project, 2016 – 2017. Sanders’ poetry is inspired by her life as a social worker, her family and the beauty of the Cuyahoga Valley, where she resides.
 

WRITE A POEM

Write a poem on a memorable concert you have ever attended, but do not name the performer, the venue or any song or composition title.

 
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Chantelle Brady
Birthday concert

Every year around my birthday
January 25th
a concert is put on
to celebrate
religion and me

I love those Christian concerts
from when I was young
they always mention
a cause to support
near the end of the event
after you've screamed
your voice away
and ruined your hearing some

Coming down from that high
is quite tiring. You want to sleep
for an entire day afterwards.
For the birthday concert
I always got a birthday t-shirt

Something to remember the
perfect present and the great
time I had that day
with my mom,
the best mom ever
another year older
and two concerts gone
they no longer show concerts

At the place I remember birthdays best
4/20/2017 2:49:17 PM

Rachel
A Memory for All Time

My heart pounded like the drum,
To which bodies swayed to and fro.
All the excitement and momentum,
My first time sitting in the front row.

Then the melody changed, music slowed,
The notes I’ve loved for so long began.
In a trance, goosebumps through me flowed.
He looked at me and reached out his hand.

A special moment so rare, I know I will not soon forget
I in turn reached up too, so clearly his eyes saw mine,
A trembling came over me I have not forgotten yet.
For sure this will be a memory for all time.
4/19/2017 9:25:48 AM

Ryan
She knocked out the power, the lights of the most illuminated city of the west
Unappolgetic, the crowd roared through her set and encore
Ageless beauty, of skin and voice
That Saturday night was power which she stripped the city of
And then returned a few notes later as if she controlled her dream
4/16/2017 3:57:42 PM

Mary Omalley
The tree fonds wave in ecstasy.
Crowds gather. He rides by.
At some level he understands
but insists on unknowingness
He is a weed, soon to be sheared.
The roots runs deep, the stories will echo down the tunnels of days.
Honor the weed and his story.
Go forth and sin no more.
4/14/2017 5:52:57 PM

Susan Rebecca Teller
Bravo!
4/14/2017 9:38:18 AM



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