Short Massaged Poems
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Written by Gail DeBole on March 16, 2020
There once was a kitty named Kelly
Who watched his shows on the telly.
When someone massaged his ears
Kelly’s purr became clear
And he became one cheerful felly.
The grasses massaged our feet
Till the hissers crawled beneath
Such a boastful way to greet.
The darkness reigned with silence
Till the stingers made an entrance
Such a pompous way to dance.
It's about time we re-establish our dominance
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*Image of Making Kalua Pig by Hawaii Luaus
Kalua Pig Luau
Hawaiian salt massaged pork
drawn from an "imu"--
a hot rocks pit ere covered.
Succulent pulled-pork
tenderly yielding
juice-dribbling
bliss.
2022 May 31
*1st Place*
Whats Cooking on the Grill this Summer? Contest
~~M. L. Kiser: Judged 2022 August 12
*HMS: 7,5,7,5,5,3,1.
various directions halt themselves
after the day is done
my temples are massaged and i
remember why i chose you
you cut off the lamp and whisper
in my ear to relax...not "try"
when i do, you go deeper into
my stresses until you reach the eye
i look at you and wonder how you make
it so easy and free
it is because you just do, and i rejoice
and give Thanks and Praise that you
chose me....no other Moment could be Better....
Like clay in my hand, I held a frown...
Massaged it slowly till the edges were round...
The warmth of my fingers softened the feel...
Then I kissed it slowly as the smile became real...
The closer I held it ,the more it whispered today...
Words of love it spoke , as the frown whithered away...
A gentle wind combs the long tresses
of peppercorn trees and brings
a sense of ease, the soft stroking
of a morning to slowly awaken
drowsy souls from sleep.
I enter the space and take in
the quiet, feel a comfort in being
here, sink into a silky, way off drift
as that which lulled the mind
when, as a child, my grandmother's
fingers massaged my head
and at that moment
there was no other place
I wanted to be.
"The years in my feet" he said
As
I
Rubbed his feet back and forth
As
I
massaged his feet with art deeper
With art lower
Feeling the strong pulses with the tips of my fingers
Feeling the cracks well defined and refined
Inhaling and exhaling
The air escaping the pores
Tension dwindling
Energy flowing
Mind glowing
Muscles relaxing
Years reading
Miles teaching
Circumstance lost control;
Lost obstacles betrothed;
Whom am I to unanswer the call;
While on my stomach vividly I crawl;
Points of random denial;
Circumcised heart chiseled because of its hardness;
No longer harden massaged by the Father's hands;
Beautifully conformed I am;
Shore beautiful
I am moved in grace, present before His face;
A child of the Righteousness of Father God;
Endowed in His amazing grace;
2/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
in the sweet park
abandoned by
women and men
thinking over
and over that
She shouldn't roll
In poop, onion
and dead small birds
ever again
my Ratcha got
a nice soapy
bath, that washed some
of the stink, dirt
away~massaged
her back and legs
now she wants play
she seems so much
happier now
she plays with toys
was she ashamed
that she did stink
or did the bath
make her anxious
and now she needs
to expend the tense
feeling upon toys