Short Massages Poems
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wind massages mountains
sends shock waves to inner core
valley grows wider
June 3rd, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
I sit in the sun
vitamin D massages my bones
I feel healthy
loving the warmth outside my cave
trading dungeon-qualities for lightness
away from technology of TV or computers
my cell phone inside, on silent
choosing nature over stress
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A beautiful pink Himalayan crystal salt cave
Residing in Santa Barbara, California
features zen therapies in the form of
massages and facial treatments,
come without expectations or intentions
ooze your way into the comfort of our capable hands
let us show you what relaxation and meditation can be
A scorpion stings, does not massage
A snake bites, does not lick
Water runs down-hill
Clouds are mobile in the sky
God is invisible and holy
If you see scorpion that massages
Snake that licks its victim
Water that flows uphill
Clouds that live in trees
God that is seen and worldly
Then introspect
Amaryllis boasts,
Declaring her love,
Conquests flaunted,
Prideful and beauty,
Tower above,
Look at me?
Deceivingly she calls,
Toxic and poisonous,
Voluptuous flower,
Her femme-fatale,
Expensive perfumes,
Seducing oils
Relaxing massages,
Into her blossom,
Splendour with elegance,
Her victims
Die!
nocturnal nature nimble
taunting tainted treble
felon feelings fumble
airy atmosphere gobble
rustic rhythm birthed
moaning melody tremble
dark dances complement
callous concerto's crest
bounty biddings bent
lanky coda lurches
nature hanker surges
puking punctured confetti
bruised skin blushes
under mystic massages.
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It massages my brain
To ponder on rhyme,
I love the flow
The rhythmic design.
It takes me to a place
All of my own,
I need no company
When lost in a poem.
It is my comfort blanket
It brings me elation,
I find such pleasure
In poetic creation.
Entry for
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22/2/19
I have one toe that goes above its job.
The digit developed a way to give
pleasure if merely squeezed on its wee tip.
Like whenever someone plays with my hair,
massages my receptive neck or back,
it’s a prized oh-ew-ah-oh-ahhh affair.
I appreciate it so, but that bratty toe
withholds unless another does the squeeze
and my other thinks I caught an odd disease.
As I pose in a natural enclave
I claim freedom I'll not be a slave
an abyss, Earth's in a hole
self love massages my soul
Momentum, let's jin a positive wave
On my deck put pen to paper write verse
Observe shades of green leaves so diverse
a gentle light breeze is blowing
leaves flutter in air always flowing
Trunks to and fro bowing first forward now in reverse
I would rather spend a dollar commenting
than waste a half-dime on replies (SORRY!!);
I would rather say how good yours is
than thank you for applauding mine.
I do like remarks, genuine;
obligations, please do not maintain--
feel free, not painfully constrained.
Sharing thoughts that stimulate
massages both our brains.
Copyright, August 19, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Several weeks of flirting,
Two back massages,
Asking for a date,
Trip to dinner and Wal-Mart,
Sneak of a kiss over shoulder,
Asking for a second date,
Several dating times,
More kisses and hugs,
Flowers on birthday,
Remembering date of first date,
Valentines Day flowers,
Special poem for her,
Asking for hand
Wedding day,
Remembering special dates,
Saying those words,
I love you!
(Forever)
My friend, the friendly robot,
Does everything I could ever want.
Cooking exactly how I like my food,
Like it’s from a swank restaurant.
She cleans, she fixes, and she creates
And then she irons all of my clothes.
She even massages sore muscles for me,
And she even blows.
My beautiful gorgeous robot is learning
How to live with her own instinct.
Soon I feel I won’t be needed at all,
Soon I’ll become extinct.
Daydreaming sets us free,
free to do anything,
be anything within the
realm of imagination.
A release from reality,
a world in which there is
complete control.
Where decisions are never wrong,
a place without violence, where
contentment massages the soul.
A world through which frustration
and anger are expelled causing a release,
a calming effect, maybe a new beginning.
Daydreaming sets us free to
return to reality.
First seductive moves and intimate touches
Of bodily drive so hot and sensual, starting with no
Rush or haste, just slower, slower and slow, then
Engine gets heated up, everywhere becomes charged
Points to specifically visit cannot be by passed
Licks, sucks and massages in steady speed
Acceleration kicks, desires burn into each other
Yearnings sum up this outburst to begin the core
The glowing day of green and gold
sliced through my windowpane,
drawing me out of my nest
and into its warmth.
The kids are asleep.
The husband is home.
It’s a morning all for me and God.
I walk the path—
the breeze massages my face,
the earth cradles my feet,
and the birds’ calls
steady my soul.
I hear You say my name.
I see Your love for me
written in the quiet slate of sky.
I send a letter back:
I love You too,
My Holy One.
two simple words
with such healing power
fragile things
broken
suddenly super-glued
hurt feelings
melt away
a phrase
that sows the seed
of forgiveness
a seed
that sprouts
unwatered
simple, yet...
flips hurt downside up
magical
what sincere contrition does
to the mind and spirit.
liberating...
a soothing balm
doctors the aches
massages away pain
lingering
deep within.
Date written: 02/08/2021