Best Spa Poems
I push my feet blissfully
into smooth sun-kissed grains of sand.
Taking my feet abruptly from their fun,
down to the shore I run.
Warm briny sea caresses them;
they splash like happy children.
salamander naps
on shaded mossy pillow ~
mud day at the spa
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First Place Winner
for the Nature In Spring Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
written on 04/01/2022
HowManySyllables.com check: 5/7/5
Pampering
Mood lights
Candles lit
Rose petals
Aromatherapy
Eucalyptus
Hot stones
Tickling chakras
Hydrotherapy
Heat wraps
Warm bath
Spa day
For you
And me
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
evening in the hot tub beneath a full moon
the MP3 on speaker playing our tune
the stress of the work day now over and done
the pleasures of this night have just begun
jets tickle and tease the kinks from my body
you pour white wine from the uncorked bottle
the stars wink at all the things they can see
as slowly you show your love for me
Offer
Offer a donative
Offer your prayers
Look into the steaming water and know she cares
Gaze
Gaze at the golden image
Gaze at the beautiful face
Close your eyes and feel her in the holy place
spa day... dad comes home to a brunette
Published in Bottle Rockets #40 2019
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
ink-stained shirt pockets
full of old pens that don't write
grandpa taught me right
worn-out wallet bent
to the contours of his hip
sore with a disc slip
gramps is soldier's son
who's mighty scared of the gun
none else makes him run
but thanks to foot spa
restores a lot of chutzpah
shy toes of grandpa
I push my two feet blissfully, deeply into sand.
Buried toes wiggle in the smoothness of fine grains warmed by sun.
Taking my feet abruptly from their fun, down to the shore I run.
Into a different kind of warmth I wade my feet.
Caressed by briny ocean tide, they splash like happy children till
back on dry land, they’re plunged again into the sun-kissed sand.
(DANG, I just saw it can be only ONE sijo for the contest. Someone
tell me which is better! Or I'll have to figure out a way to combine
the two!)
*Image of Spa Coconut Bath Tubs by Pixabay.
The Spa: Fibonacci-Rhyme
The
Spa
when used
be confused
by most first-timers
yet not a case for old-timers.
As timetables vary per clients customary,
employees plan on weekly, shifts expected, with clientele care to be primary.
2022 January 14
HMS; 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, syllables.
Bay area's crown jewel, The Claremont,
Where age 24 Steve Jobs and I talked,
Well, him--as to the future--I was shocked,
The guy aimed high, humble, who want for naught.
An unscheduled stop by a young Prince Charles,
That shook the hands of this Hawaiian kid.
Isabel Sanford's inebriated,
Big Head for A. M. Talk Show With The Stars.
The moment when Chris Kristofferson and,
Geraldo Rivera stuck in the lift,
Then there's Joan Baez mom, a bit of a rift,
Some more late check-in, Waylon Jennings band.
The resort, like San Francisco, midway,
Pearls in an oyster, San Francisco Bay.
***Same hotel where the late Ricky Nelson band stayed with wife Kristin who's actor Mark Harmon(--sister) from the show NCIS, who also visited there, whereto, I have already submitted a sonnet.
Date: 08/26/2019
I wish my love a peaceful Shangri-La
Where I can save her best from daily cares.
A warm place where winter never dares
And my heart smiles to serve as in a spa.
I watched you walk away that night
Then later had a dream
We were sitting in a sauna
Wearing robes while enshrouded in steam
Then one thing led to another
And soon it all quickly progressed
'Til we were only left standing enshrouded
I think you can figure the rest
The waiter recommended electrons
But they wanted something to get wrecked on --
She drank her protein shake
He picked at his uranium snake --
Then ordered a ginormous peletron
”You Can Become Dreamy In A Spa”
(by Rainbow ?? Promise)
Soft Erie-like musical strains -
Guitars, flutes, banjos, violins
Float in the Air with rhythmic flare.
With rhythmic flare you lay bare,
Soft lights, candle lit, flicker there,
As Erie-like strains drone on.
As Erie-like strains drone on
Facial being done, masques run
Dripping, nostrils squeezing, squeeze.
Nostrils squeezed, can you breathe?
Hot chemical-filled towel like a wreath
Placed in triangular form, chin to nose
Triangular form chin to nose
Droning, Recurring soft music you pose,
in solitaire,
O, a Spa can be Erie like a Morgue!
Rose petals for your bed
Down pillow for your head
Silk and satin for your sheets
Soft wool slippers for your feet
Sleep in peaceful, silent bliss
May your dreams be of a kiss
From a fairy or a prince so fine
Watching o'er your dreaming mind
And sprinkling notes of music fair
Into your ears where they will flare
Up into songs of deepest love
That never fade or know thereof