Best Lathering Poems

LATHERING A COFFEE DAY
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When cyan night's 
raspberry moon
is dipped in softness 
of the afterglows, 
I gaze at that glossy
first evening star between 
creamy fingers of 
my cherry palm,...

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Me barber’s still one of them blokes who lives the school of old,
using methods quite old fashioned to what modern trends unfold,
so with scissors, clippers,...

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I studied him, just as he studied me
I in disgust, confusion, and he in angry fantasy
His eyes, black, and yet still blackening
He embraced me with...

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As I listen to the lark’s surreal melody to her mate.
I wonder does she ever feel there’s too much on her plate?

Ever beside him juggling,...

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Roaring torrents go tumbling down
Splashing beads of clear tiny crowns.
Sparkling tears from heaven above,
Lathering pools of cleansing love.
Frothy white, like a snowy dove,
Rushing waters that...

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Almonds encased in hard red candy
Brandy from snow white walnuts
Collateral damage to the left front bumper of the sled
Dietary restrictions on anything considered a spice
Everything...

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Lathering her pink moist lips..
Enjoying the cream of my love....

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on Earth’s circumvallate
 he would be laid,
 lifeless upon the lap
 of his Mother
 and on that day would be named
 now and forevermore,
 God’s...

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Finding her staring at myself within 
The shower; she looked so lovely
I could tell by her beautiful eyes
That she liked what she was seeing..
More in...

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You must start moving
Get down off this hill
Maybe you should start proving
You are not intellectually ill.

This is no place to stay
It’s spooky at midnight
You must...

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I love you better 
than Cookies and Cream,
my lifelong favorite

more than seas playing footsies
with shore clams
in cuddly tropical sands

The warmth of enticing Caribbean 
soothing waters
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The Concert


In a crowded concert hall musicians stir.
Coming to life, the wind slowly swings a loose screen door.
Half a mile away, the wide open door...

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I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze

soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted...

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Tanka___to___ Reversed Tanka
        5,7,5,7,7---7,7,5,7,5

              
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