Best Plods Poems

Cant lift my eyes beyond half past seven anymore
Nay! I do not wish to see...
Past hyphens and inverted commas
Lies and more catastrophe

Ambidextrous clock with appalling...

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Gentle as motherly wind, your sacred place
Children we are embraced by a warm caress
Oh Ave Maria, filled with love around;
Bestowing us gifts of peace through...

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The relay race starts with a bang as rain comes pouring down.
The starting runner, Spring, flies by in her bright flower crown.
Baton gets passed to...

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Nature is an Autumnal thief; pilferer of clinging leaves 
Each one rudely swept away, but a tree never grieves
Well knowing in Spring, buds will reappear...

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I am chasing a galloping gingerbread, and the little old man and the
Little old woman and a rake and a fork and a spoon are...

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Gone now are the wondrous minds of old,
whose era treasured learning over gold,
And humble were the thoughts and words of these,
who, trothed to truth, would...

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Michael McGregor Nursery Rhyme 

Michael McGregor refused to bathe
His mother says: “You’ll be sorry!
A monster you’ll be when you awake!”
Michael thinks “Fun!” – a monster...

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bedouin camel
plods over familiar grains
bearing rich cargo...

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Say good morning to the cold bathroom floor-
mouthwash tastes like a reused mojito
vomit erupting from a molten core-
in the sink, fermented blood starts to show
from...

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in silence
the shire plods his path
in footsteps of the past

Note: On holiday recently,we took a trip by canal barge pulled this way.Very evocative for me,...

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I stumbled drunkenly through Stroud
Passed the kebab van on the hill,
When all at once I saw a crowd
Of ladettes – taunting the old bill;
Just for...

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When the moon is new and casting little light
as the wind whispers through the leafy trees
and millions of tiny pin prick stars light the sky
this...

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~ She fondly engraves her signature,’ My Dear Heart’
With poetry that paints pictures, a style setting her apart ~
Those hands gliding with decorative touches and...

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The donkey just brays
The elephant plods along
All spread manure...

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Jesus Christ and Karl Marx seek lost children in the City of Gold

In shackled shack with weight of broken bricks on tin roofed promises
she rest...

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