Best Plaster Of Paris Poems

It don’t really matter   

If Plaster of Paris is not made in France
If Ginger and Fred never learned how to dance
If shoestring potatoes don’t grow in a shoe
It don’t really matter because I love you

If airports have doorways but call them a gate
If...

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A Parabola By Picasso 

On piece of paper painted picture of a parabola
And started cutting it off with a small spatula
Put plaster of Paris in protruding plastic syringe
After seeing ugly color I then started to cringe.

All the color on parabola had just been sprayed
Out in...

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Plaster of Paris
The phantom that will be missed
When casts are long gone...

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Ball Boys Done It 

I confess have to guess how they got in this mess;
Did not possess any fines when they did address
The public as to problem Patriots had to bare;
Failed to fill ball with right amount and enough air.

So in despair were found to...

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Bridal Party- what horses have when they get new saddles

al dente' vegetables- vegetables hard enough to dent your teeth

Oregano- the Italian section of a northwestern state

John Doe- a hooved animal that frequents prostitute deer

Civil Defense- fighting off an aggressor politely

Plaster of Paris- an extremely strong...

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1) Agronomy- the science of pissing me off.
2) Ahab- acknowledging that you own something.
3) Acetone- the sound made by one "passing gas".
4) Acquaint- Not an underwater swimming device.
5) Acrostic- A very angry blood sucking insect.
6) Plaster of Paris- Extra stronge French cognac.
7) Carpeting- Lovingly stroking...

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In a old old rambling structure
Down on the street called Broadway
Upper floors that had been deserted
For many and many a day

Lighting a fire 
Starting to pondering
Things from long ago
Remembering songs and legends

Stories that I had been told
The fire light began to flicker
Then undressing for the...

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Frantic, cleanliness, cleanliness
Blood is thicker than water
The blood is thicker, clotting, clotting

The bandages and duct tape
Plaster of Paris, a perfect cast
Without a script, no stage left
No stage right, the operating theatre
The scalpel caught a glimpse of light

Asleep, breathing, breathing
The magic milk, intravenously
The milk medication, choking,...

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(alternately titled: idolizing childhood's end
today April 25th, 2021
generates elusive warm treasured memories).

Akin to significance my eldest sister
felt toward her “Willies” –
(totally tubular fuzzy bendable contrivances
analogous to an outsize pipe cleaner)
until she became a tweener
my Matty Mattel Doll (circa mid 1960's) 
meant the webbed wide world...

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While meditating earlier today,
a flashback leapt
     clear for me to assay,
those ever receding

     early boyhood daze,
     now subsumed within fifty,
plus nine shades of gray
blissfully innocent naivety,

     (though blessed) no...

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Board To Tilt

Around with each other should start to spar
Regarding what to do with all our PR
When and were business should discus
And also analyze and raise a fuss.

Social gathering not great or appropriate
Might find people who are having a fit
Then those who want to start...

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A          ROOM

I went behind those painted walls;
And that I ever saw;
Plaster of Paris wooden slats;
Gypsum board adoptive adolescence;
The period following the onset 
Which a wall develops added ceiling floors;
Now becomes a...............................Room 



after construction



4/22/18
written words by James...

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Swingin' around this
Dull grey orb,
Plastered with holes,
Soft ridged mountains
Plaster of Paris I'd swear

Took me a couple of years,
To work my way up there,
I had to keep one secret,
Announced to no one,
On the dark side of the moon,
I found a "Seven-Eleven",
And a "White Castle" too
And possibly...

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He is dead, many confirmed.
I am sad for the people who knew him,
though I never did.
to me he will always be 'what's his name.'

He died peacefully in the eye of a tornado,
he died on a bus to the City of Angels.
it was so sudden
a shock...

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