love doodles for the sleepy and the creepy

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Hey Head2Foot! Thanks for the bravo! Glad you're back! We've missed you! My poetic touch seems to be developing into a verbal grope, but we're having fun and spreading a little sunshine, and I hope that counts for something.

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barefoot beloved...

The gland of love was in my hand.
I dropped it through my fingers,
but caught it with my toes. My nose
is where a footstink lingers.

I march to a diff'rent drummer's beat
and catch love where I can.
Cradle my face with your bare feet
and I'm a happy man.

I've lived my life for feet, it seems,
by naked soles caressed.
Barefoot beloved, fill my dreams
and I will know I'm blessed.

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I can hardly believe that almost 500 hits have been aimed at my little bits of whimsy here. I'm just so grateful to everybody who tuned in to my feeble attempt at humor and to FootBuddies for broadcasting it. While the poems are lighthearted and frivolous and not an attempt to replace "'Paradise Lost"', they are still bits of whimsy of the real me, the intimate very real person I am. And that's why I'm so grateful.

In a recent poem by the lesbian poet Mary Oliver from the Cleveland area, she spots a heron in her morning walk and it makes her think of the sky, herself and the heron, and how interconnected we all are. That's how I feel about my posts, and how I expect many others here feel about the posts they offer, the pix they share with their buddies, and the work they offer to this community.

It makes me realize how interconnected we all are with each other as we touch in an intimate way the inner lives of other beings here and how finally our community becomes linked and joined with all other communities into Life or Ultimate Reality or The One, whatever you choose to call it, in a really positive and beautiful and meaningful way.

God bless the barefoot!
Ever may they be
where they and those who love them
drift eternally.

We seek a harbor in the deep.
Our ship sails unaware
all of our lives, awake, asleep,
we were already there.

We sail to where we've always been,
the dumb, the wise, the clever.
Barefoot and blissful, enter in.
Paradise is forever!

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looking for love on the Net

I hooked up with Tom
at click-a-dick com.
My cyberdate hopes were high.
But when I downloaded,
his pecker exploded.
If aardvarks find love, why can't I?

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footsie peckerjoy...

Though the dinosaurs of yore
on our planet roam no more,
there's a monster in the crotch of all good men.
Use your mouth, and then get tactile
with your boyfriend's pterodactyl.
You can make the monster wake and roam again!

Hum a ditty while you blow him
Tongue his toes and get to know him
Tongue a tuneful high and low on his bare feet.
Suck him high! Suck him low!
Don't forget the little toe!
It's with feet you make your peckerjoy complete!

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a confession

I have a secret friendship,
a friendship no one knows.
This is my secret friendship:
a love affair with toes.

Toes are my secret garden
with touch and smell divine.
The world has many a garden,
but none so fair as mine.

It is a sacred place
where angels, love confessing,
bare feet upon my face,
repeat an ancient blessing.

Come to my secret garden,
my island in the sun!
Come to my secret garden,
where feet and love are one!

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picnic...

Love took me on a picnic,
in a place he only knows.
When hunger came, there without shame,
I sucked upon his toes.

"Give me the flow'r that smells most sweet!"
That was my one request.
He stroked my face with his bare feet.
"I'm giving you the best!"

He went away, and since that day,
I've traveled worlds of men.
Each barefoot boy who gives me joy
brings back that love again.

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A thousand hits!
Two thousand tits!
Ten thousand toes will do ya!
FootBuddies' site
is doin' it right!
Sing "Thanks" and "Hallelujah!"

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Judgment Day

Oh, what shall I say
on that terrible day
when all reck'nings are settled above?
I can just hear ol' Pete:
"Here's the guy who eats feet!
And he claims that he does it for love!"

But I don't think St Pete
worries much about feet.
He's concerned for the poor and the sick.
"Did you help,"' he may ask,
"with humanity's task?"
No one cares if you sucked someone's dick.

To the lady who raved
only straights can be saved,
I have only one message for you:
"'This is just who I am!
So deal with it, ma'am!"
Heaven's home for the footsie guys, too!

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That's the idea of Judgment Day and it shows my attitude, an attitude shared by many here, who have made a long journey about accepting being gay and into feet. The journey started for many of us with the creepy feeling we had something kinky to hide and were more than a little ashamed of it. With help and support we've come to realize that our sexuality and our intimate love of feet is actually a wonderful gift and we want to celebrate it.

Who was the most difficult person to convince? Myself! But with the help of the members here who support and share I have been able to climb up into a beautiful place where I can see myself with so many of yor guys: accomplished professionals who post their pictures; caring human beings who joyfully post pics and stories and supportive comments. The FootBuddies site itself is our living room where we chat like the people in "'Cheers"' where everybody knows your name and everybody's glad you came.

I know who I am now and I like it. Thanks, people! See ya! I've got some living to do!