Best Plastered Poems

not with a broad brush
   thick strokes stoked with opinion
          hate plied with a knife



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Old Fred had a kitchen disaster
And urgently needed a plaster
How his work buddies snicker
At the dinosaur sticker
A stiff upper lip Fred must master!

A factual poem with a little sprinkle of poetic licence... My hubby (he's not called Fred) cut his hand and all I could...

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I look back to yesterday's sadness
Marked by tears not allowed to spill
A smile plastered on a perpetual nightmare
Dreaming of how my life should have been

Marked by tears not allowed to spill
Screams from within muffled by salt water
Dreaming of how my life should have been
In the...

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Randy Hoards Brandy
Locks his stash secretly
Basement waterloggs
His animals go fuzz fuzz
Singing Glory to the keeper...

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Zebra plastered on your glue right-hand knot
near the end sorry.
Painted girls tossed in the air
hiding spoken truth.
Guitars bleached their long
silk hair.

I played with civil war's eternity
dust and held your wings
in the air's trust.
Catching butterfly spots.
Rainbow cream pies.
Remorse hides behind
deep pain.
I hide behind lonely eyes.

Everything is...

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Plastered posters up on dividers
laminated and preserved for generations
of students, marching by filing
nameless the years, uncounted
the numbers...

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His wet hair, dripping like seaweed,
        plastered thick on his groggy head,

as a waterfall of thoughts cascades
        through his mind, even through his bed;

must be a real, mean storm out there,
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Life stay only for every single word,
Are you?thou-not every ward,
It has past what you have in your sword,
Either " thy sunshine,or-neither nor the grace of odd!
I once a solder with the life of living Tod,
Every street'blood walked like the black white gravel head,
Ability, straighten the...

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The painter drank with no restraint 
Quite drunk with his mind askew
Survived the trip back to his flat
And then stumbled off to the loo

Looking for relief in head and hand
Which proved to be quite daunting
He grabbed sleeping pills instead,
Of the aspirin he was wanting

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