Long Masseuse Poems

Utter brainless nincompoop
in this poem heretofore addressing
I wanna be forever free
and clear from mortal anguish,
and need more than a blessing -
I need a miracle worker after confessing
behavior causing depressing
wretched state of mind
self incriminating admission expressing
emptying...

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Ever have one of those days
where you just have to get away
from the daily work grind...
where you can just kick back, 
relax a little,
and finally unwind,
tomorrow is that day for me
because I took a personal...

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There’s Just One Catch


Help wanted.   See the details below.
Help wanted.   See the details below.

I’m lookin’ for a part-time assistant, and a life skills mentor, 
A Quick Books accountant, and an exercise...

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Help wanted.   See the details below.

I’m lookin’ for a part-time assistant, and a life skills mentor, 
A Quick Books accountant, and an exercise partner, 
And a neat housekeeper that can do windows.
It helps...

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She is super, she says.  After I leave there, I feel great!
This is my friend Louise who is trying to convince me to sign up for a massage.
I suspect if she gets a friend...

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A skeleton walks into a bar and says
“Gimme a beer and a mop”
Show me where Joseph Stalin is buried
And I'll show you a communist plot

My masseuse rubbed me the wrong way again
Fired her though she...

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Llfeproof, I see your gauntlet thrown down
Is my life rough enough to smash your crown?
Are my depths so deep to make you drown?
If I leave you on the dash when I’m in town
Can you take...

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I’m totally one more give out old man--- 
Trying to cool it .  I don’t have anything left 
to hurt for an encore.

Naked to the waist with my coveralls
splayed over the chair back—drying.
The hot...

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That mammogram! That mammogram!
I do not like that mammogram!

Would you like it on a couch?
I think that I would still say ouch!
Would you like it with champagne?
I think that I would still complain.

I do not...

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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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A wild pagan, the wind, a spectral masseuse,
  Blunt cudgel and claw dipped in liquid frost,
To corrupt and ravage the pit head columns,
  As black trees threshed and leaves were tossed;
Slapped against satanic...

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If all writing is, indeed, a mere ruse,
Why do I need an inspirational muse,
or editor my syntax to masseuse
Mind's eye is vapid and obtuse;
My brain is calling an immediate truce
Inane pretenses no longer refuse,
and with...

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Persnickety Peg invited me to the spa
We were going to be Zen, with a relaxing ha ha
We sat in the sun, soaking up rays off the snow
She wore her sunglasses, and her face was aglow.

She...

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March middles and meanders
while munching on mild marigolds and
meekly mumbling melancholy meanings
about the miserable maladies of
migraines from mostly grasses and pollens.

Meanwhile, mealy mouthed moguls
make monotone messages about 
monopolies while meandering
around the metropolis, moving
morosely like mundane...

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the garden pond
carefully placed....
see frozen goldfish
 
frozen goldfish--
coolly await
spring thaw

spring rain
falls softly --
a wet massage

the masseuse
strong fingers but--
no candy

the candy store
millions of flavors--
calories counted

food cops
now in schools....
can’t read

the writing spider
writes your name and you die....
no...

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Love, whose will hasn't shaken 
Leaving all in your path blazing
Not a victim, yet this heart has been taken. 
An infinite wonder which's simply amazing. 

Seems that I recall your fragrance. 
Say I'm crazy, well...

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