Rubbery Poems | Examples

ROY'S RIVER RIDE

ROY'S RIVER RIDE
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Roy rode
river's rhythm,
raucous ripples rising,
rubbery raft, raced the rapids
riding 'round rocks, rambunctious, rollicking.
Reveling, rascal, river rogue
rushed by reeds, rollicking
rambunctiously.
Roy rode.

Behold! God has a Sense of Humor!

“Ah! Ah!” cried Mr. Shaw, a museum man of science in 1799,
as he carefully unwrapped a specimen from New South Wales.
It was Labeled: "It's a weird one; Caught in a creek; Dug from a burrow with egg nest!"
Mr. Shaw’s heart thumped with suspicion of a prank or fraud, as he noted what he saw:
It had the webbed feet, a rubbery bill, and the eggs of a duck.
It had a wide flat beaver's tail and coarse thick brown fur. 
It had two snake-like fangs, on its hind legs, and small piggy eyes.
It suckled its young with milk, but no nipples were found.
Mr. Shaw looked hard, but found no traces of stitches, glue or bindings.
How can this be? How can this be real? How utterly bizarre?
"Ah! Ah! I know!" God, the creator, has a wicked sense of humor!
Behold! The duck-billed, flat-footed - Platypus!

Leatherback Turtle

I.

The night was as thick as melted asphalt
when her prehistoric form
emerged like a monument
in the sand
and each egg that descended
spiked the air with the scent of birth,
sweet, pungent,
and female.

Drunk with labor,
she could not sense the mass
of people that surrounded her,
the eggs that slid through her rubbery body,
or perhaps the knowledge
that, in minutes, she would abandon 
them forever.

Who could know 
how far she had traveled
or what force had pulled her home
like snare
in that death-black sea.

II.

Do they look for her
when they have pushed their way
through the grit and sand
or fumble for the safety
of her strong flipper
when all she has left behind is instinct
cold as the saltwater
that must sting their newly formed eyes.

Decades later, the few that survive
will rotate the earth with their memories,
the turbulent water pressing 
against them like sadness
to return to the place where they were born.
 
And when they reach it
do they search for her
before entering that trance,
wanting to see that she, too, has come back
and has been waiting all this time
in the darkness.

Cold Cuts

The old ham smells wrong tonight.
I check the expiration date, masquerading
as an anniversary, but it doesn’t matter.
I fold new slices into my mouth,
the meat is rubbery in my teeth
against my tongue.

It tastes like something borrowed—
a blue memory I want to give back
but can't return.

A Trip to the Dentist’s Office

Manslaughter, murder and massacre is one
But a visit to the dentist is another
The eerie smiles hidden behind the masks
The twinkly eyes filled with plots
To offer they have lots and lots
Oh… those dentists I wish I had never met…!

Rubbery gloves and broken headlights
Red sinks of blood
The dirty water or is it mud?
Disgusting pastes and painful syrups
Tweezers, hammers, and drills
Certain of our deaths!
Oh… those dentists I wish I had never met…!

Every visit every time
Oh.. the noble hearts.. 
put on their smiles and say
-“it is just another month or two!
Have a Good Day”!
Oh… those dentists I wish I had never met…!

Module 3

Kicked at it, thought it was just
another cigarette butt
half-buried in street slime—
but it was a small, dead moth,
wings crushed, soft dust sticking
to my rubbery shoe.

Platypus

It’s true, we both swim through the muck,
But don’t compare me to a duck.
No, I wouldn’t do that until
You’ve reckoned my rubbery bill.

Awkwardly Realistic

The arboretum is quiet today.
It is early,
yet too late
to spot a somnambulant space alien
emerging from the thorny bushes.

Do you believe?
I have seen the odd-looking sparrows,
with their razor-sharp teeth,
have fearfully
fed them the toenails of the toothless.

I have evidence,
my face can be read
like a well-used comic book,
the weirdness of reality
is writ there for all to see.

After a downpour
the small, ruined butterfly house,
drips shadows.
A darker than light creature
crouches there,
the squirrels dare not go near.

Trees here grow out of the soil
just as fast as they can.
The slugs cut through new roots,
they chew the rubbery innards,
of any overly anchored oak or elm.

Sunlight is jumping out of its nightly attire,
a superficial normality will soon return
to the slinking park.

It is time for my body to slip away,
beneath the nailed down boots
of a credible fiction.

Tomorrow, my 2-dimensional scream
will be featured on the cover of a coloring book -
it will come with edible crayons.

The Secret Sex

The child watched them
walking under his window,
beings that should no longer be walking
this earth.

They had long legs, but no heads,
their arms wriggled like thick tentacles.

When he told his parents,
he expected them to rush over,
to see what was going on.

His folks, at that time,
were getting it on.

They were waving their long legs
and thick rubbery arms in another room
just as stealthy and silently as possible,
given the circumstance.

The kid instinctively thought better,
not to call twice.

Voices

The air was not ok.

It was rubbery feeling.

Squeaking and sometimes churning.

But the sounds are my own voice and it scares me that I hate my own voice.

A weeping discordant voice.

Gritting and annoying.

I order my food online.

I order everything online.

Balloon

I blew into a balloon 
filling it with my breath
and tied it off
it squeaked a little
as I tied the knot
then grew silent
I held it in my right hand
by that tightly tied little knot
and tapped it gently
onto my left palm
it bounced with vigour
and felt surprisingly robust
making a uniquely rubbery sound
looking at it
an odd little thought 
popped into my head
this balloon holds within it
neatly cocooned
my breath
my life’s very essence
I held it up
then let it go
taken by the wind and raised up high
I watched it drift off
then pop 
within the branches of a tree
taking with it 
on a short but wondrous journey 
a vital part of me
allowing me
as it popped
to release a small but contented sigh 
way up there 
in the life-giving green embrace
of a beautiful and wise old tree.

Shoes

The specially made fine footwear
That decreed burdens of feet bear:
The long walks that leave feet blistered
And owner's once calm look, flustered;
The endless climbs of hills gravel
And paths one is sure aren't level...

Man's shoes are nicely leathery
But don't claim they aren't rubbery,
The former often expensive;
After purchase one's mood pensive...

Shoes there are we rate above robe:
Rock Musicians' for who wish to probe.
We can guess who's poor from one's shoes;
I might mistake make after booze.

We all know it: occur in pairs,
If not in pairs wearer for stares!
For all their worth not worn in bed
Save by Lying - In - State Dead.

The Catch

Catfish are floundering
in too shallow a creek -
long summer, little rain.

Doug attaches a drag net to the back of his truck
hauls in three or four fish in one sweep.

Wide gaping rubbery mouths'
sucking desperately at the spray
death throes in the wriggling water.

The fish are damaged, clubbed
by the stony riverbed.

Go fill a big blue plastic barrel with tap water
dump them in.

Not sure what to do.

It seems like the catfish are now drowning
some are belly-up but still twitching.

We may have to stand here
under the hot midday sun
and just watch.

Snake Footles

Snake In ER

Urgent
Serpent

Ask First

Awake -
Huh, Snake?

Better than Alive

Dead snakes
Fred bakes

Ultra-Real Halloween Costume

Blake’s in
Snake’s skin

The Coral Snake’s Big Fear
Red snakes
dread aches

How to Rattle a Snake (safely)

Ted shakes
FED snakes

A Protein-packed Dessert

Jake makes
snake cakes

Talk about Rubbery!

Dumb steaks
from snakes

None I Know of

Corals’
morals

Rubber Snake

This snake
is fake

Nov. 20, 2022
For  A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest

The Mushroom

It’s time to address the elephant in the room
Time to talk about the controversial “Mushroom”

A vegetable you either love or hate
An acquired taste there is no mistake

Being a fungi doesn’t enhance the mushrooms case
Along with a rubbery texture many don’t embrace!

It’s been said that the mushroom tastes just like dirt
When did eating dirt ever hurt?!!

Such a wide variety of mushrooms to ingest
Though haters say s**t -ake  describes mushrooms best!!

I love Mushrooms……!

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