Best Rub Poems

The 28th of April; I'll always remember that day
It was very overcast and the sky was quite grey
That short journey to the vet I will...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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POPPIES  &  MUSHROOMS 

I desire a beautiful sky.
One to inhale with my big brown eyes.
Fly like a kite, 
under the midday light.
Join me...

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Penned like cattle, as if chattel,
     cages rattle, sounds of brattle,
          no...

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The thing with giving is Expectation...
The treasure of giving is the giving itself without expecting anything in return.
A loan creates dependency,  inequality.

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I
bend over 
and...

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To touch someone’s eyelashes with your own
up close to their face, now isn’t that silly?
I can just hear all the virile men groan. . .
Butterfly...

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Of all the things that I have lost
Perhaps what hurts the most
Is that I can no longer go
to where I once called home...

I cannot roam...

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I like to exercise my mind, but how I hate to work.
Whatever needs exertion is the action that I shirk.
Labor with the brain is fine....

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Play rain , play melancholic tunes
Play closely to my ear, I need to hear

I want to listen to Sinatra's toe-tap sounds
As you fall, fall slowly...

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atop worn weathered concrete
pink petals gaily gather
entice lovers strolling
fingers touch  mittens vanish.

blushing halo canopy
highlights cool rosy cheeks
tiny buds whisper passion
newly awakened  long sleep.

sky...

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Daylight is greeted with the horrific stench of food chunks 
swimming in stomach acid, dribbling onto bed sheets.
Accompanied with the embarrassment of
brown syrup puddle stains.

Head...

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Max is mad at Molly
Samantha’s sore at Seth 
Freida’s freaking out at Frodo
While  Hobbits hold their breath

Jack jokes about poor Jill
She hits him with...

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My beloved ...

Take me to the memory

a never lasting dream

which lived in yester yesterday

long before destiny took its toll

and footprints marked separate paths


Take me back...

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Something strange

and unexplainable comes this way,
this way, it comes to us sly and fast, 
some say, perhaps, 
it has already arrived, 
it walks unseen, in...

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Not one to run when I hear an alarm,
But I have no desire to do others harm.
        ...

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