Best Plastering Poems

Peter Pumpkin petted pink panthers' paws
Plastering purple push pins on pissed poetess
Producing panic in preheated porridge pot...


***Entry for Gwendolen’s  "Big Kid Tongue Twister” contest***


(My friends still display a twisted and  frozen smile... LOL!!! so the pie's for me)...

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Bought an old cottage
In the country side
Needs some renovation
Have to modernize
On a plot of land all on its own
Wanna make this house a home
 
 
 
 
Gonna fix those windows
New bathroom too
Another thatched roof
Make it brand new
Go to the bank and ask for a...

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Jostling between the cattle
as they crowded the street
with steaming bodies
I steered my bicycle to school.

Fresh manure lay
in puddles on the ground,
plastering my shoes 
with sloppy mush.

Men with caps and hats
at all  angles, slapped hands
and bargaine, buying
and selling all day long

Many shop windows
were nailed with...

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Plastering is done from top
but it's built from foundation
corruption also starts from top
removing will save nation....

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Alice 
Come here dear
The young blue-eyed girl
Skips to her grandmother
What should I wear to this dreadful ball?
The little girl stared furiously for three seconds
The blue-eyed girl eagerly pointed her finger at 
The Silky white rhinestone laced ball gown
Oh really !!!
what an awfully dull choice….
Didn’t I...

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He unwittingly hovers
       ...blankets of subjective weather
Plastering his artic tundra
Bandaging white clouds together
Blindly...
     ...withholding ill trepedation
Refocused on our tantalization

Frosting earth's core
         .... with an icy show
Monstrously protecting...

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a schmaltzy little homily to our successful marriage of 32 & a bit years:

In Our time
We have fathomed
the intricacies
of Measurement
and Angle,
conquered the
Everest of
Plastering 
& painted whole worlds
Many colours, many times over.
We have
Mastered the
Logic of tiling,
Plumbed the ancient
Mysteries of water,
Sanded, chiselled, nailed 
& screwed to make...

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Anyone can say they’re a mother
It takes more to be a mum
And all the desirable qualities
Are shown through the things that you’ve done

From changing nappies to holding my hand
Teaching me to walk and helping me stand
Plastering scrapes when my balance proved weak
Cuddles that lifted me...

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Revving Up Life

Half asleep by my window
watching swirling snow
outside - memories drift
like a slide show, pictures
of my youth so long ago,
almost as real to me today
as the events were then.

Snippets of childhood – 
I am three, stung by a bee, 
James plastering mud on
my arm,...

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As I look, the world moves so oddly
 home feeling like a story
and there's no tourniquet for my heart
 
No, it's open,
breathing air like lungs
a deep hole, a night slogged by weary eyes
under a sickly moon, and the night won't die
 
As I sit, the...

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It slips in at night. Stealthy and low at first.
A few flakes pick up speed as the first low howl can be heard.
Wind howls against the house, branches scratching at the window like a cat trying to get in.
Heavy wet snow can be heard plastering...

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“This will come to an end now,” Rian demanded!  Joulupukki nudged Dyndoeth and glanced at the crystals in each corner of the ceiling. He saw the elf begin to tense.  He also noticed the difference in the stance of the Forest Elves caused...

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darkness,spurt,race.pound,redness,echostride.strut, tango roil. gather.burst. pent.crash,roll, run. shiver 

he strode through darkness, echoes of pounding pulsation spurt and race in
gathering redness.  His pace quickens as shapes shiver by. The tide runs back against crash of surf. Clouds roil 
above taking on color as intensity bursts...

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Years pass but the toxic, recurring echo remains heard 
Distasteful slurs and horrid remarks fill in every last crack and crevasse 
Plastering together an utterly repulsive vision of yourself 
Displeasingly seen through your very own tainted heart and mind.

Lingering words feast upon vulnerability and unfaced...

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It’s a fake smile. 
It’s being 3 months old and having a mother in jail. Being 2 years old and being confused whether or not you have a mother. Being 17 and finding out the woman who gave birth to you has kept you a...

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