Best Plopped Poems

I was wiping the dust off an old snow globe in the upstairs attic, when a mop of honey-blonde hair suddenly appeared through the wooden flooring.
     "I thought I'd find you here," said the voice, warm and feminine. It was a...

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I found myself against a willow propped.
The stones nearby me were a hundred-fold.
and one by one I tossed them as they plopped
into a rill while other pebbles rolled,
as if with one accord, away from me.

Their hundred ripples bubbled sweet champagne.
I drank. . . and then...

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The moon ripe as a Georgia peach,
plopped itself upon the blue-blackened,
scalloped edge of the deciduous forest,
topping the syrupy squiggle of horizon
as it bled into the blue velvet night....

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Drumming along on steering wheel
And dashboard, to rhythm and beats
8-track drowning out giddy squeals,
Till butts plopped down in venue seats.

The buzzing crowd was everywhere
All walks of life surely present,
Deluge of Tie-Dye and long Hair,
Smoke wafting thick, the oddest scent.

When all light vanished, cheers ensued
As silhouettes...

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Summertime Fun – On the Beach

When I’m feeling hot, hot, hot,
the beach is certainly my ideal fun spot!
Wearing sunglasses and floppy hat plopped on my head,
I’m lunging under an umbrella in my bathing suit so red.
As I play with my bare feet in the warm...

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-honestly...I have no clue why...-

As I began to rest in my fickle dream
Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep
I was greeted by many a whisker
And petulant snores from my sister

The cat mewed ferociously and purred
For there on the other side of the window—was a bird!
It...

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Art Gallery. Museum. Parks. Zoo.
Cultural Events.
Glazed like raku pottery
In charcoal rainbows warbled all dark
On pidgeon necks
Like hell’s angels, dumbed,
Blowing smoke through your mind
In a haze of dreams
The city is made of a giant fractal wart
On a witch’s cheeks there’s blush.
Movies. Games. Bars. Clubs.
Cultural Events.
Maybe she’s...

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“Don’t turn your back on the water...” my grandmother told me as I
skimmed stones across the tiny ripples of rock pools. 
Small scaly creatures and stones sliced toes like knives but
we were full of excitement then,
craning necks and nets at the alien life under water...

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Plucked from Shakespeare 
and plopped in Central Park,
Sturnus vulgaris, the mimic,
conquered New York.

It made it there,
You know it made it everywhere;

The continental stage stolen.

And here on my fence amid this tragedy
To be   blessed with a modicum of bliss;

The sparkling spring songster
with his treasured...

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True stories are often the saddest, so go to another poem if you 
are afraid of this one.
Seventy-five years ago a Mommy died leaving a boy of two 
with her husband, a farmer.
The husband was a father, but no Daddy; 
he plopped the motherless child...

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She closed  the door behind her with tears locking 
millions of cogs , snapped shut
Clock stopped ticking, tocking 
For a moment
I stare, already knowing
The cause of these emotions 
She plopped down like a baby born dead
Deceased of vitality
She started healing as soon as i...

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There's been a breaking news report about Santa's reindeer.
While flying over Russia, they were lassoed by vile Vladimir!
"I'm determined to ruin Christmas for everyone this year.
Too many smiling faces in the world," he said with a sneer.

An envelope arrived at the Kremlin. Postage was first...

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Once upon a time, Prunella
dwelt amid a magic wood
a dainty pixie most rare
whose temperament wasn't good

Last one of her purple line
in that dreary, dreaded glen
where beasts ever feared to tread
and mankind had never been

For purple pixies were known
to be devilishly mean
they'd terrified the kingdom
wherever they...

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Prose
                                      Poser Poised
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Within my mind are dusty cobwebs
 where drafty breathings edge the corners of remembering
 as they hold in a picture stilled that looms, 
unchanged but not for lack of a broom;
 school books, pads and pens, and bookbag piled high, 
 uniform dress, blouse, and...

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