Best Tubs Poems

''Like Ice Cream''

Having ice cream with you, 
Brightens the entire portrait in my youth.
Like catnip for a cat 
-- the     Reese's...

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From your hands that dipped me in cool tubs 
and soft morn wakes, you were the gentle lion
taming my bohemian strains; the lamb of summer
rain...

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A flower beginning with A is easy you see, an Aster I would sow
Bluebells of every colour and size in most gardens grow

Colourful  Cornflower...

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Invitations to the Gala
issued by a grave impala
were highly sought out missives 
by the bold and the submissive 
Those omitted uttered curses
shook angry fists or...

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My little boy on rainy days
The tin pots are out to stay
On those days very dry
Some hold vegetables; some meat fry

Bang on the unused pots,...

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The trail was long and very dusty
great clouds churned up by hooves
of the vast herd being wrangled on
300 more miles of eating their dust

Bandana's tightly...

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creepy eyes sparkle
from scary pumpkin faces
halloween is here!


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At Halloween it’s my birthday 
Lots of ghouls come round to play
(They are really children from my street)
Their...

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Running fast thru Autumn’s dream, Vincent-bright in village winter’s light
Topaz-treed streets, eaves-filled , singing with saffron and  gold,
A Rocky Mountain cold cornflower sky over...

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She was an estranged angel 
On the backbone of a boar 
She never put her hair up 
Was a missile without a war 
She broke...

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Courageous men and women wear scrubs,
masks, white gloves, and black net caps.
They, too, eat their meals from plastic tubs,
what's left over from supper scraps? 

At...

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I wring my hands in the winter cold
for they are worn and getting old
were these the hands that held my babes
so busy and useful in...

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A mackerel sky fillets the village
then hides it in a breezeless blear.
Heads poke out of net drapes
sniff and fish behind trawling curtains.
Shopkeepers brace for
wet dog...

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Written: October 21, 2023 For Brian Strand Contest
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i tried to notice without noticing.
i tried to fit in by not standing out,
but i knew i was different.
their walls much bigger.
their yards much nicer.

in...

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Me father was a collier, worked Harton off the coast 
Though he rattled from the coal dust he was whiter than a ghost 
But the...

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