Plod Poems - Poems about Plod

...Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as......Read the rest...

...Am I fitful, fluctuating, fluid? thin compass waver as I jubilantly weave lilac tree vignettes that weep or chortle, rainbow figment curtain rashly wished upon in grain smudge zephyr garne......Read the rest...

...give love a nod as we plod on heart awed by bliss......Read the rest...

...Brief Mane n' Tail shampoo tall (tell) tale Living social amidst crime infested urban jungle bumping uglies cheek to jowl analogous fate being housed in jail escape room of great outdoors ......Read the rest...

...A hectic stare across the cliff, grabs my prying mindfulness. but yet I hanker after urban fare, such ruptured loyalty alas, has a solid grip as I inhale, the rampant toxic seaweed odor, for w......Read the rest...

...Advice has no use to the ‘know all’ But pride often precedes a fall Crass indignation when questioned Denying each truth that is mentioned Evidence he calls refutable Facts, he says, aren’t indi......Read the rest...

...I can see the world spread below As I glide and soar up here so high, I can even catch an image there With my patent magic eye. There’s a metal bird to the left of me On its steady way to France......Read the rest...

...From the very depths of my inner being I cherish poetry, without the written verse I’d be impoverished as a person, literary projects spur me on to otherworldy epic peaks, an open channel with f......Read the rest...

... Sleeping was an effort. Humidity draped my skin like wet clothing as if I had spent the night in a steamy rain forest. Gradually, I rolled off the ledge of consciousness into a sound s......Read the rest...

... O! my man Oh! Man he’s got bottom feet; My man ma’man got them bottom feet; And My O My he’s so ever sweet; Ma Man he’s got bottom feet; Gen Z favors brands like, Brand Men's T......Read the rest...

...If I wasn't there, the rain swollen clouds would have still dumped their dark weight over the bay and through a gaping tear, let down a curtain of sunlight to start the day. And if I wasn't......Read the rest...

...Colin is a cabby with a proper taxi cab He drives for all the passengers an Uber didn’t grab Which means he has a lot of time to kill most every day And lots of evil folk to deal with if they come......Read the rest...

...Lost sheep are hard to count, they appear most in an unlived life, bleating at the distant edge of a storm. Often there are too many voices, all speaking from the same cramped space. He ha......Read the rest...

...surrounded by unconscious minds souls who are yet to awake respecting their journey, we plod on emoting love, for love’s sake......Read the rest...

...Strangeness Seeing the play of the book I hadn't read Ocean at the End of the Lane I've read no Neil Gaiman (though when I was 19 my then boyfriend went to a book signing and said I'd bought the......Read the rest...