A gem more precious than gold
A supreme treasure in this world
Its brilliance is hard to see
No one, not even you or me.
It’s in my soul’s fathomless deep
In profound reflections creep
I feel its ardor love in silent hymn
I hear its voice as I speak to Him.
A calming balm that heals, peels
Its passionate scent pacifies, reels
A fervid rubdown alleviating my stress
Drifting to constraints’ looseness.
Oh, spiritual gem residing inside
You give me strength, you’re my guide
Your light shines zealously forever
An indivisible link to my Heavenly Father.
Categories:
rubdown, deep,
Form: Rhyme
She’s furlicious, sweet and kind.
Not one bite of violence between her teeth.
Loves a good rubdown of her ruddy physique.
An old lady with a kick.
Still knows how to gain access to your heart.
Better than a child — wraps you around her paw.
no cage please...
no garage...
no basement...
She sneaks up
the split-level stairs.
She’d climb higher, if you’d let her,
until this fine pit bull specimen,
stares shamelessly into your mesmerized eyes,
and kisses you
on the cheek
with her burlap tongue.
9/2/2018
*furlicious - combination of fur and delicious
Categories:
rubdown, dog,
Form: Personification
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 the heat; will you melt down?
I’ll pitch you to my son; he’ll knock you downtown
Maybe even all the way to Cooperstown
Take you on a sweaty run, sun-up to sundown
Wear you on my hip when I ride ‘round
Subject you to every ride on the playground
(But modern playgrounds are all padded down)
Dance all day and night at a howdown
Take you to Tombstone for a showdown
Pick a fight with a boxer of world renown
Ask a pro wrestler to see his best takedown
Drop you at the ranch in something brown
Leave you in a wok in Chinatown
Then take you to a masseuse for a rubdown
If I can’t defeat you, should I be let down?
Not rugged enough, should I wear a gown?
It appears that you survived, what a comedown
At least my phone’s safe, but still I frown
It’s ringing really loud, not in shutdown
Telling me not to be such a fool clown
4/14/15
Categories:
rubdown, humor, silly,
Form: Monorhyme
February winds pound the siding scattering sand left by the snow plows through the gray angry air. The house seems full of small noises and little else. The cat has taken up his guard post in his rug-covered tree house and purrs in tune with the ping of the hot water pipes. Even the dust has settled.
empty chairs
surround a guestless table:
I stand cup in hand
Scanning the tidy kitchen with its Wedgewood-blue counters and rustic farm-scene border, I note, the cabinets need a good rubdown. Murphy’s Oil in hand I approach the oak with determination, and a soft pink flannel rag. The scent of lemon oil, crisp and clean, wafts past my nose. With great care, I climb a gingerbread chair to reach the highest cabinets over the stove. I balance, praying the seat cushion doesn’t slide out from under my feet. Opening the double doors, I view a stockpile of holiday décor, now unused. There below the paper Easter Eggs, I see them and a tear comes to my eye. Empty now, decades old, of all different sizes, red satin boxes, Valentine Hearts, forgotten.
disturbed dust
floats past my eyes:
the clock bongs once
First Published in haibun Today Fall 2013
Categories:
rubdown, sad,
Form: Haibun
Blue and gold Macaw,
bright butterscotch belly up,
kicks and squawks excitedly
beneath human hands
which give playful tummy rubs!
(I saw a video of this friendly smart
bird enjoying a rubdown from his owner!)
For the Contest: Blue and Gold
Sponsored by Rick Parise
Categories:
rubdown, animals
Form: Tanka