Short Rubbery Poems
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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.
I got rubber hair;
I got rubber hair;
I got the rubberiest rubbery rubber hair.
And if I take my blue jeans off
I got matching rubber underwear.
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.
Look here, Tiger.
Back off,
or your tennis
balls might get caught.
In my own talons,
of course.
Stronger now
this rubbery
slope.
And I slip inside
my spinal column
to avoid your
spitfires.
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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.
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.
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.
The robin must be haappy
With its persistent tug
Of a jump rope worm,
Squirming
In a rubbery chagrin.
The robin must be happy
With paint brush sun rays
Shining shimmers on his chest,
Smiling warm upon his nest.
The robin must be happy
I hear it in his song,
The sweetest sun serenade
And I am overjoyed.
One couple of days in the midst of the night,
Two silent clocks began to sing bright.
A shadowy rooster flew up and swam,
Chased by a pancake who called him Sam.
Three wise fishes climbed up a tree,
While rubbery shoes had some hot tea.
If you think these wonders are simply untrue,
Ask the moon’s hat—it knows what to do.
Singer Sir Mick Jagger
Walks with a swagger
Wriggling snakelike hips
Pouts with big rubbery lips
Texan model Jerry Hall
Is very skinny and tall
Their Bali wedding wasn’t valid
Mick no longer lives on salad!
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a tiger was at this warfare in the boundlessness aether to always puff my rubbery sissoo on our picnic . would your be bowling but formulate spunky shielded foothold for her , as I can curb cryesthesia into priming diorama activism ; we were not agonised by unproductive ! could he strangle his snore unwarily ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
Bumpy Loop and Loopy Bump,
Jumped off a speeding train,
But both were rather fortunate,
And lived to jump again.
Bumpy Loop just bounced and bounced,
For he was round and rubbery,
Loopy Bump went flying down,
And crushed into a shrubbery.
The speeding train kept rolling on,
And sprinted out of sight,
Now Bumpy Loop and Loopy Bump,
Are stuck there in the night.
One Couple Of Days the sky sprangled tiddle-flop and haze,
We rode a unicorn in socks past singing maize,
We tickled the moon with a rubbery spoon,
Then juggled spaghetti with a jazz kazoo tune.
One Bright Day we saw a frog in a bowtie dance,
It offered us jellybeans from a cloud’s sideways glance,
We soared on toast wings through marmalade trees,
Then chased a giggle-dragon on quivering knees.
I come from afar
farther than pebble roads
on which I travel
than chandeliered old hotel
turned into home for the disabled
than rainbow rising reluctantly
after recent rain
than bumpy rides on rubbery buses
for my eyes look at scenes
from a brightly colored time
my mind is sealed in an airtight jar
and my words trickle on the page
when they should pour out like a wound
used to the comfort zone
of their imprisonment
Panic is a longing to live long,
Yet, a betraying of one not being strong;
All the way leading to a taunting song
From persons who panic judge a wrong;
Who when others duly panic
Unduly continue to picnic,
Honestly taking a Sinking Titanic
For a thing to its peril mimic.
But is one to panic or gasp
Or for that matter fearful hands clasp,
When one has seen not a snake
Nor the as rubbery but fake:
When rather it is some irksome wasp,
Whose clear differences we grasp?
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……!