Best Plinths Poems

First blush fountain azimuth of hued rays
wet patio shrub basket in the haze
zealous heartland tower cry as life force
celebrate and  savour August rare days

Magenta skylines cluster silken clouds
blue ocean colour eyes that worship shrouds
a fancy surreal canvass so divine
it mesmerises jubilant bright crowds

Summer fun...

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Kindly stick to digging pineapples in the future as magic dust particles can really only spring up in defense patterns. And is it really wise to deal cards in a high tide. Deliver not an oceanographic breeze to a tree of great magnitude as deviance...

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Aeolus God and Ruler of the Wind
Summoned Aura and surveying her grinned

Then proceeded to whisper in her ear
Brought shocked expression, a falling tear

"Please do not pursue the Aurai nymphs"
Whose replicas were on all column plinths

Aeolus struck his staff on marble floor
Ordering her acquiescence through the...

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The grand, half-ruined Parthenon,
once a sublime, Doric grace,
Even now, in broken, stone blocks,
always takes my breath away.
The rich, classical detail,
fluted columns without plinths,
to imagine what it once was,
the mind can’t even begin…

That towering Coliseum,
the great masterpiece of Rome,
even half gone it’s staggering,
to be so tall,...

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Ever vailing; the eyes of this fearer.
Shade of wispier shape; holds tight his gaze.
Witching hour; moonlit tryst before his mirror.
He loves alone; death 'tis the toll he pays.

Father God above shake my shattered mind!
Let that which was lost finally be found!
Let broken pieces too be...

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One score,
And two for the Lord's of War
On plinths of blunt steel disregard
In parks and squares

Tonight we feast on death's
Camera pictures
In broken frames

Lest we tweak the matted curtains
That shale the paved echoed steps beyond our door

The world at War...

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For Shame
Their cold bronze eyes stare out at us from busy thoroughfare
 Heroic gaze and presence met with apathetic  stare
The marble plinths now stained with piss record with misery
Of truth and Kings and Glorious dead condemned to history

Graffiti ‘s witless scribbles stains and mars...

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Ten ping pong balls on a bed stout brewed in radiators. To exact temperatures of course. Lucifer Christopher cross dangling on beams. In towers. Known but unseen. In clear view of crystal goblets. Chant then chink. Robed ones. Slinging. Slung. Stringing strung. Chambers. How uncharismatic...

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The precious ladder rested precariously on a pedestal of literature

Sorted by width of their spines the book podium was high and wise

It needed a few steps of non-fiction itself to give rise for learned ascent

John had carefully read the fool’s guide to DIY storage procedure

It...

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A couple of ruins leave the cathedrals
nave and portico;
it is always molting season,
mice and beetles help
they nibble and gnaw,
wind-laborer’s, labor,
their whiplash backs bent,
to lever slates and all things loosened.

The sanctified, they guard their stony hearts
but the edges were made to crumble,
made to be returned to...

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I’ve been walking for a mile
The woman stalking me has been sniffing for a while
She has become my second shadow
I hope I am not the source of her sorrow.

I quicken my steps on the quagmire of illusion
She hastens with her shadow on the plinths of...

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