Long Masseur Poems

(A village in the Khasi hills)

Sickly pine trees in tiny clusters
On balding hillocks with grey grass
Fighting harsh battle for survival
Against bronchial suffocation
Of dust storms stirred up from a ravaged road
That winds up to the village...

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TEMPTATION'S TOUCH
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His palm soothes the ridges
Furrowed in her starlight skin
Her masseur, he replenishes
Each and every aching extremity
The chiming bells of his strokes
Ring again and again
Summoning her to his lair
Collaged in deep affinity
Her rock solid attraction
Draws...

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Here's the Good News, our world is awash, 
in wonders and beauty life cannot quash;
Like laughter and love, kind words, Turtle Doves,
Bar Mitzvahs and birthdays, baptisms and first dates,
Promotions, Grand Openings, healings and yodeling!

Still more...

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I get paid driving a huge farm tractor
with sideline job as chiropractor;
I massage and I soothe muscular pains,
move vital circulation through your veins.

Though I never trained in orthopedics,
I've got skills similar to the medics;
sprained joints,...

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I was your bride, stood by your side - now you have lied
I said before; lies I abhor… you told me four
Words get heated, you’d  cheated , I feel defeated
Your mum is sad and...

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I get paid driving a farm tractor
  with sideline job as chiropractor;
    I massage, soothe muscular pains,
      move circulation through your veins;

though never trained in orthopedics,
...

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Wonder
is like Joy
except more below the waist
and less above,
said the Muse
to the Choreographer.

Awe
accompanies Wonder
and yet feels more silent bass 
and less trembling treble
cleft,
said the Choreographer
to the RightHand dominant
Composer

Joy sings
overflowing Awesome pelvic dance
more above the neck
and...

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I get paid driving a farm tractor
with sideline job as chiropractor.
I massage, soothe muscular pains,
move circulation through your veins.

Never trained in orthopedics.
But I've got skills of the medics.
Strained tendons, twisted ligaments,
just suit yourselves, my compliments.

I...

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listen you peice of rotten soul and insiduous temprement.
you died the second your lung's filled..
your's is the agenda of dark door's and damp bone's.
you make victim's of the weak and weary.
the old timer sat silently,or...

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