IN THE SHOWER

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    IN THE SHOWER
    Our bubble bath is a battlefield
    The end of the cold war
    Trapped in a match box
    We are ready to be lit
    My fingers are writing a new poem
    Fisherman opening up oysters
    Looking for a delicate pearl
    Sea lions searching for food
    Our first day of summer
    The flowers are blooming
    Moans from the deep of the Amazon
    The Roars of hungry tigers
    I run to the mountains
    An eclipse is filling up the moon
    Stings from deadly man rays
    Loco motor’s steam engine is on
    The speed of the metro
    Kids on a merry-go-around
    The Manhattan tunnels on rush hour
    The levees are overflowing
    You are a tropical rain forest
    I’m the shuttle leaving the station
    Where the whales come out for air

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    Karma885 commented on IN THE SHOWER

    01-09-2010

    WHAT UR HAVEING A BUBBLE BATH AND STARTING A WAR?.. CUTE POEM. THIS POEMS KINDA WILD. GOOD JOB IT GETS A TEN. BE SURE TO COMMENT ON MY RECENT POEMS
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    cmlestrade commented on IN THE SHOWER

    10-19-2009

    What lovely visions you create of nature. Just seeing what you describe makes one want to pack and leave at once.
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    monkey commented on IN THE SHOWER

    08-03-2009

    I love this. I feel like I've taken a trip without ever having to leave my chair.
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    wwjd72 commented on IN THE SHOWER

    07-30-2009

    emotions run deep and sometimes we are so involved that words are like bold colors that leave a fury of contrast yet confusion as to what we are conveying.I can relate.
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    lightcourier commented on IN THE SHOWER

    04-17-2009

    Great poem. Good job! Thanks! liked the imagery.
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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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