Best Bathtub Poems

He’s 85 and he says he isn’t going to die.
Stooped over very badly, maybe two feet shorter now
than he used to be in his prime
and...

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We bound down the stairs, out into the light-of-day, and into the blue of the
misty breezes, heavily laden with the smell of wild sea salt...

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I open the book of time once more and again,
where pages are engraved in my mind;
the worn old pages-   all tattered and yellow,
oh,...

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When taking a bath in the tub
The first thing you'll notice, if you stay in too long,
Is how your fingertips shrivel.
Then, as you rub and...

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You say you want lots of rum? Put it in a big fat drum.
Cooking oils put in drums too. Soy or canola will do.

Put your...

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When oppositional cognitive dissonance 
deflects focus from compassion,
I've learned to go back to when I deflected focus from her.
She sends me passive-aggressive messages,
bread crumbs leading...

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He laid on that cold bathtub lonely and sobbing
looking at his scars and crying 
like a baby bawling
But you couldnt see his tears
for all the...

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In transit through the time-zones, trails her colours everywhere,
Her spectrographic spectrums lance ethereal through the air,
Fragmenting rainbow spears and curves of bending light,
Arcing jet-streams counterpoint...

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Nine months I carried and waited
for you to come into the world
so I could hold you in my arms.

I knew you were in my womb...

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Flirting flappers
Whipper snappers

Prohibitions
Big restrictions

Legs are showing
pearls are Swirling

Charleston’s harking
Lovers sparking

Dancing Lindy
With Miss Mindy

Jitterbugging
Afterwards hugging

Raccoon coats
Rowing boats

Bathtub gin
Fun never ends.
...

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I have a fluffy cat named Snuggles.  She is total tranquility-  at peace with
herself and the world, but, oh my gosh, she is...

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by Robert ( Bob) Moore © 2015

When I was a kid with a dirty neck
my mam would scream “wash it”, I’d run like ‘eck
grow spuds...

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From  ~  LARGE  ~  to  ~  small  ~

K~Konstantin had travelled the world in unbeknown searching~g   ...

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My God, he doesn’t
Want me to suffer
Horribly, beating myself up
For the nature of only breathing
My God, he isn’t a Murder
Vindicating war with a divine right
Wasn’t...

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The other day while rummaging in a closet I was instantly overcome with joy
when I ran across our storage bins filled with our children’s once...

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