Best Soak Poems
A wizened boy who lived at seventy-two Oak
Relaxed in his tub with a lemon salt soak
Ate a curly pretzel, downed a harsh throat coke
An honest child who sprang from truthful folk
Dressed himself in a red and yellow super hero cloak
Flew around New York City watching for dangerous smoke
News of his heroism quickly readily broke
Giving some fame to this truthful do-gooder bloke
He saved a young girl who was having a choke
Convinced a teenager to give up a maryjane smoke
Chanted a spell pretty difficult to invoke
Created a talking frog who never could croak
If you meet this wizened boy at seventy-two Oak
Tell him his cousin Moke wants to give him a poke
This is a true story, in absolutely no way a joke
Now that I have shared it, I will go have a soak.
Take courage, child, when the storm speaks,
A privileged soak that wakes you up,
For God dispels the mountain peaks.
Take courage, child, when the storm speaks.
Ancient of Days, of whirlwind streaks,
Takes off your blinder shades, shakes up.
Take courage, child, when the storm speaks.
A privileged soak that wakes you up.
Pouring down its torrents of warmth
I look up to behove this splendid sight
Beaming love and happiness on all around
Earth drenching its goodness into the ground
Each flower peeps out its sensual soul
Slowly soaking in this serene whole
Each amphibian basking in delirious abandon
Coveting each moment in secret longing
Avarice and greed, facetious noneties
All hold back and surrenders in peace
As I deliciously embrace this soul from above
Filled with wholesome and pure sublime love
Sauntering through this intimate slumber
Barefoot and unabashed I inhale this wonder
HAND IN HAND WALKING THE CRIMSON LEAF RAIN SOAK PATH--
Autumn walk red crimson trees holding hands;
Walking rain filled path;
Dips the drops like math;
One after other drops of water-rain;
Trees darken the walk;
Step by step we talk;
a beam streams of light guides our way out the dark;
Darken is the path lit by sunlight's rays darts;
dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, dips,
Those full blossom leaves are red such fire
Hand in hand walking;
Alone just talking;
Bronze and reds it's brown surrounds our desire
Trees darken the path;
Step by step we gasps;
Promises warm tender hearts not damp or wet
HAND IN HAND WALKING THE CRIMSON LEAF SOAK PATH;
dip, dip, dip, dip, dip, drops,
5/12/18
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" Soak My Tears Into The Sea ... "
(A Poem-Song Lyric)
Soak My Tears Into The Sea
As They Sail Into Sunsets
Merging With Fluid Memories
In Floods of Love - I Can't Forget ...
Soak My Tears Into The Sea
As My Face Is Washed With Spray
Will It Dip & Drain Onto My Cheeks?
Find Dry Ground Or Drown This Day? ...
Soak My Tears Into The Sea
Like The Anchor That Was My Heart
That Dropped & Tangled In Thick Seaweed
& Pressured 'Til Lungs Burst-Part ...
Soak My Tears Into The Sea
On Rising Crests of Fathomless Foam
Dispersed; Disolved - In Shameless-Streaks
In The Wake of Ships Now Gone ...
Soak My Tears Into The Sea
Let Them Meet The Teeth of Sharks
Where We Once Played Fearless & Free
... In Waters Now Cold & Dark ...
Soak My Tears Into The Sea
To Surf On Waves of Waxed-Moonlight
Then Let Them Softly Fall To The Deep
Salty-Brine, Yet Shimmering Bright ...
* * * * * * * * * *
... O' Soak My Tears Into The Sea
... Soak My Tears Into The Sea
Soak My Tears Into The Sea
'Til All Tears - Sank Into The Seas ...
Written & Copyrighted © : 5/27/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
a long soak
the company of bird song
furnace hums too
Do not conquer our armies
It has been proven you cannot
You could never
And you will never
Our armies are not strong in bullets
But their guns are their faith
No wages and bonus
Its only spirit of winning rights
Lives are precious to them
But death is a gem for truth
You lost lives
And their lives gone
It is after all a waste of lives
A waste of forces and tears
An innocent lives are soak in the blood
Why not live peacefully without guns
You were fighting for your freedom
As our armies do
But why couldn't you agree
When you need it too
If we cannot live as brothers
We could live as neighbors
As long as there is peace
And never in war should we face
Our homeland of greens
Neither your backyard nor your gardens
It has never have thorns of roses
Until you planted it in their beds
Dedicated to Mamasapano 25th Jan Encounter
January 31, 2015, from Below the Wind
Words come , words go
My thoughts tonight as taut as rope
Just when the serein makes its final bow
In cold waters my feet i soak
As i walk down the gateways of the mind
Where i am engulfed by grief and serenity
I never saw you leave as if i was blind
And the thought of it brought my heart calamity
Soak in turpentine,
and,
in time,
it binds
the pigments painted.
Clean gleam,
and the color scheme:
redeemed.
A
nude in
the bath room-
private en suite
view
AUTUMNAL SOAK
the tub is filling
with temperature falling
~ leaves soak in color
10/23/2017
Docked your own can it tote-n-land home
Locked unknown antidote to amp the mode
Clamped-n-sewn your stamp will show
Plan it slow in a long tramp you know
Boat the load and camp your stow
Go for broke to brand a glow
Sold your joke now stand-n-soak
Hold folk accountable and count your table
Don't poke a mountable route make a staple
Flow on ropes tight like cable
Low-n-behold a dangle blame angle
Won't hold me-n-strangle in a shame shamble
That’ll level the bevel playing field left disheveled
Hips shoveled as his groveled
It’s bliss behold miss molted
Changes skin manages kin
Estranges them bandages again
Rearranges agendas to gain
Free ranges attendance scars remain
Eerie chances dependence hard refrain
Flee dances of steep step stances
Weep wept lands won’t weaken plans
We keep kept cans to seep sunken strands
Dawns beginning to break
Ephemeral vapors snake up
Hot soothing waters
Mmmm - to have a good old soak
In bubbles in my bath
But someone played a practical joke
It isn’t funny, so do not laugh
Tell me when this happened
When did this occurrence occur
One day I could climb into my bath
But now I can’t even transfer
Oh dear it’s so depressing
I cannot bear to think
That I will never bathe again
It’s enough to turn a gal to drink
I will climb back into my bath
If it’s the last thing that I do
But have a fireman standing by
In case I fall - in case I die
I luxuriate immersed in bubbles
The water right up to my neck
To savour and bask and forget all my troubles
If I can’t get out, too bad, what the heck
A life without a good old soak
Is so depressing and is no joke
So even if I’m here forever, stuck inside this bath
I will die happy, clean and fresh, and ready for a laugh
So I will savour and enjoy it
The bubbles and the soap
And when the water starts to cool
Endeavour to get out - I hope!
Written after my last bath – sadly showers only from now on - 2018
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And it rains everyday since I arrived
Stockport Rain
in the soak of leaves
and in the breeze
in the grasses and reeds
and spilling city light
Where you live
mending to be free
You Live life Like a horse trader
Wont someone listen
I need someone to talk to
and no one will spare me the time
I am seeing your silences in your retrisence
And it rains every day since I arrived