Best Plops Poems

Wanna make a baby?
Here's how it goes....
The ***** enters the vagina.
Then out comes a flow.

Meanwhile from the ovary,
down the fallopian tube.
A tiny egg is swimmimg
and...

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Tussled hair, bruised knees, toothless, lop-sided grin;
Ma is so thankful her dear little imp wasn't born a twin!
She likes things running smoothly, like a finely-tuned...

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The Sounds of Spring


About: This poem is describes my feelings of the season spring. How the wonders of it are a miracle. A place so...

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Crystal clarity caught in drops

water is pristine and

genteel,

as it gurgles, babbles and plops

flowing over the land

with zeal.





Written March 10, 2015...

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Sitting in the backseat ~ yackety
she drives like
    crackers ~ wackedy
speeding to the movies?
we can’t be late?
Driver ahead asleep at the
 ...

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Everything at the top I find is fabricated nonsense 
truth is security lies as they are blind rats 
to home truths and openly sources spill...

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2:45 am

I set my case in the corner, empty the picks from my pocket
and kick off my shoes, it was a great night
She tosses her...

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Tufted white-tops
on pale beige staggered-stalks,
the coneflowers crowns 
dressed the perennial bed;
leaning precariously against
the conical mushroomesque birdbath.

Snow, soft and wet wrapped the grape arbor like ermine;
making...

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Floating scents 
of blossoms 
Walking in the ashes 
Of Derek's heaven 
Inbound upon vision 
Falling crystal teardrops 
Summer dew 
On the ground 

Beautiful gardens surround...

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"Do you like U2?" she asked. 

It was an unusually awesome sunrise in Belleville Park. I come here to eat my breakfast on nice days...

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Conflicted, dressed like a Santa Claus, Ed ponders the magical delight of Christmas time.   Is it only for Christians, or can it be...

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From the stillness, the quiet
The silence that falls
On the heart and soul
Whispering joy, love and hope

From the tender whisper
Of a butterfly
As it kisses a daisy
Or...

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These Limericks were written after playing a card game called Poo Pocalypse... don't ask or I'll blame it on Jan...lol


History recorded leaders in wars
Great men...

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Day dawned dank grey.
Sky pre-washed to ashen, cuddled in.

Cats on tippy-toes dipped their toes in puddles
stalking prey, huddled to pause, slumbering in.

Birds ruffled dew drop...

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Gray fog on silent, smokey feet
walks by while cricket songs still greet.
It languishes on cool, night air
and adds to darkness shadowed flair.

The eaves drip honey-heavy...

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