The butter was a rapidly melting mass on the filthy tabletop. It was a poormarket offering that had been squandered here. Footprints of the person responsible could be well seen in the spilled flour, also now a poisoned mess accompanied by rat droppings. The detective hurried to open a window in order to send some of the putrid odors away. The woman’s body lay oddly draped over the stove. “What do you surmise, Sherlock”, the detective queried.
Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.
My favorite pair of shoes were mid high golden tan high heels. I bought them with my first paycheck from a job a started on my eighteenth birthday. They matched the beige pantyhose I wore and would go with any of my limited wardrobe. Slacks were not allowed then. As I think back I’m sure they were a transition symbol from teenager to adult in a tangible form. I wore them when I stepped on a nail and had to go to the ER. I wore them after I married and years later. The leather shoes were a good quality and lasted a long time.
o kodwa you zo-nge li-sa namhlange (A-wa a-wa) si-bona kwenze ka kanjani (A-wa a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza She’s a rich girl She don’t try to hide it Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
He’s a poor boy Empty as a pocket Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose Sing ta na na Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes Diamonds on the soles of her shoes Diamonds on the soles of her shoes Diamonds on the soles of her shoes Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
People say she’s crazy She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes Well that’s one way to lose these Walking blues Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She was physically forgotten Then she slipped into my pocket With my car keys She said you’ve taken me for granted Because I please you Wearing these diamonds
And I could say ooh ooh ooh As if everybody knows What I’m talking about As if everybody would know Exactly what I was talking about Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She makes the sign of a teaspoon He makes the sign of a wave The poor boy changes clothes And puts on after-shave To compensate for his ordinary shoes
And she said honey take me dancing But they ended up by sleeping In a doorway By the bodegas and the lights on Upper Broadway Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes
And I could say ooh ooh ooh As if everybody here would know What I was talking about I mean everybody here would know exactly What I was talking about Talking about diamonds
People say I’m crazy I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes Well that’s one way to lose These walking blues Diamonds on the soles of our shoes
Welcome to Quadrille Monday here at dVerse. This week I’d like you to take any meaning, form or compound of the word music, and write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the prompt word.
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Music is an important part of my life, an essential element. Growing up my dad played in a Saturday night band and whole families attended the dance. He was talented, played by ear the piano, banjo, and fiddle. We all sang along and danced.
Rising up, back on the street Did my time, took my chances Went the distance, now I’m back on my feet Just a man and his will to survive
So many times it happens too fast You change your passion for glory Don’t lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must fight just to keep them alive
It’s the eye of the tiger It’s the thrill of the fight Rising up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night And he’s watching us all with the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat Hanging tough, staying hungry They stack the odds ’til we take to the street For the kill with the skill to survive
It’s the eye of the tiger It’s the thrill of the fight Rising up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night And he’s watching us all with the eye of the tiger
Rising up straight to the top Had the guts, got the glory Went the distance, now I’m not going to stop Just a man and his will to survive
It’s the eye of the tiger It’s the thrill of the fight Rising up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night And he’s watching us all with the eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger The eye of the tiger
The Bag Lady 
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