Rubber Poems - Poems about Rubber

Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last generation tradition (the spouse as washer woman and scullery maid) soon after we moved here eight years ago come July 1st, 2025. I trumpet her pioneer spirit to apply elbow grease (to tackle...

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Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last generation tradition (the spouse as washer woman and scullery maid) soon after we moved here eight years ago come July 1st, 2025. I trumpet her pioneer spirit to apply elbow grease (to tackle...

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On the way to brother's funeral I prayed not for the seeds of his soul to root in the merciful soil of heaven Mostly I prayed not to get a flat tire it would have killed me to not arrive on time. A five-mile drive from a yellowing motel to the foot of a flat stone, An angel swept both nail and...

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I know I have a big heart Because I can feel how often it cracks. It's fragile like glass, But bounces back, Broken, then fixed, Then broken, then fixed, Recoiling like elastic And snapping back into place. But elastic gets weak, And eventually, wears out. Glass, though constantly breaking, Can be sealed back together. I hope I am like glass And not like elastic....

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On my farm, my daughter Zoe grew strong She became a beauty, like a happy country song. She didn't smoke or drink, had lots of fresh air But an exorcist once took a look, told me to beware Down a dusty road in the evening glow, She'd walk in her gown where the wildflowers grow. Deceptive beauty...

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Two slugs raced around the flower leaving skid marks....

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The Beatles, song stylists so far ahead of their time Their music, to harmony what poetry is to rhyme...

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okie pokey...

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Today there are no rubber ducks, no flawless hues, To hide behind, as we once did. This day is dark, and gray and dreary, Air thick with the scent of decay and mold, Dull light filters in through the window, Casting a somber tone across everything. Even the freesia suds have gone bad, The water in the tub is murky, opaque...

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change garret chained up garette change up grade rubber blonald bluck...

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hen party walk of shame your worth in eggs ...

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The so-called Rubber Bullets are live And are not to leave hit victims alive… So, Shooting Time, do not ever drive And ‘Spraying Hour’ you try to dive, If really you wish to survive. Better so than their penetration Followed by a battle to self revive Or on surgeries a concentration To not your family a life deprive... You go ahead to...

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attempt to avoid the quick option of the host the rubber chicken...

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A duck got himself a young lady They went to a cheap hotel He booked a room - a little shady Where he’d get to know her well She was hot but on reflection He thought that he should use protection Rang room service, (that was drastic) Ordered up a prophylactic A voice said we’re here to be serving I’ll send a condom...

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We need an alarm clock for daybreaks For morning calls For embarking on special expeditions But down in a poor village The cock crows The cold wind blows The night fades The mountains covered with mist The grass wetted The birds sing But there is neither bustle of life Nor ringing of an alarm clock Inside the cottage Oh, the parents have long awakened Before dawn Their morning begins...

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