Best Plop Poems

Strangers are attacking me; 
ruthless men seek my life—
men without regard for God.  Selah

Psalm 54:3

GOD SEES THE COURAGEOUS AT WORK

Wild-eyed disregard for God —
The...

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For those who don't read blogs or know of Jan's successful first book, I've written a limerick for her and included it in my comment...

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The Duck That Lost His Quack


A Duck woke up late one day last week,
And all he could do was to squeak.
He looked everywhere and listened...

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Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get...

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This Valentine, my love, will be divine
I’ll whisk you off to every place and clime
In room enclosed, we’ll travel round the globe
Enchantment waits for us...

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Tear 
ooze
in drops
carries scads 
gliding down contours 
at the edge it drips with a plop 
ease the mind of the woes, a sigh elude unawares

©...

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a man bent with age
opens trunk, heaves  . . .  wheelchair lifts  --- plop


        ...

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The first is like an imaginary vision;
a tiny apparition, in three quick flashes.
The landing, one sip, then disappearing,

sweet fairy wren.

Then, there is the brazen, full,...

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On a spotty, sprinkled day, at the Plott's house on the block,
A squatty Uncle Scotty had sent a polka dotted,  cuckoo clock!
The family said...

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Dancing flowers plop at fullest bloom
in the rustled yellow burnt fields.
It sways an echo after the winds
and hits the grass aside who sheilds.

The dawn casts...

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Who was this white haired Claus 
With rabbit teeth? 
Carrying a ton of peanuts 
For all to eat.

Dragged in a sleigh pulled 
By Agnew and...

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hold still, eventide ...
   I am a capricious cad among wraiths,
     waltzing with a mop in
   ...

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[Now ShallowMan is quite content
receiving FactoidMan’s consent
to quibble and express dissent
as long as keeping covenant
with fingers crossed and belfry bent
when viewing Facts in sealed cement:]

SM
“The...

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After an hour’s incessant rain
On this cloudless evening
With the face of the sky
Washed clean
Globules of water
Have speckled the oiled surface
Of leaves on arching trees
They glisten...

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This wise old bulk twined and furled self mended throughout
She shows me her bark churning scars inside out 
Sage sentry    her silver...

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