Best Plot Poems

I am immeasurably honoured to have been invited to collaborate with as fine a poet as Robert Lindley. Our first collaborative process has been very quick, very instinctive and very natural. Thank you, Robert, for a very rewarding joint venture.

As I Plot Just One More...

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As I Plot Just One More Day

Desperate as the waking at blackest dawn
I seek only moments within eternity,
for the day upon me is long 
and I do not ponder its end

Forever that blackened door beckoned
in tones of promising delights
who can know what lies in its...

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Put bird feeder by my stone,
so I will never be alone;
plant a tree, apple or pear,
flowers to give the spot some flair;
at least some grass, but do not trim,
so people might come on a whim
to share the earth with one below
lined up along this cemetery...

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I saw the undulating belly of the sea
  Sensuous and beckoning me
  Frilled dress of tides pulled up
  Over white thighs of sand
  Ripples of fingers from a caressing hand
  My eyes took the portrait like a cup
  My...

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Finding the plot

Of lost innocence
engrained in untold memories

The silenced absence 
in past present unspoken
stories well hidden
and therefore evoking
my past and my future
not mine and mine

Quite a mind-field
mines bombs blazing
artillery burning houses

My antecedent shelter of
generational tapestry
knotted not knotted
attached and attacked 
in hindsight myopic
insight reflection distortion

Existential vertigo
imagination...

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A GUNPOWDER PLOT

The 5th of November is a day to remember,
Children get excited from September, 
The sound of fireworks reverberate,
And bonfires with effigies of a life like
Guy Fawkes commemorate
What might have been a very bad turn, 
If Parliament was then to burn!
The origin of this...

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The skeletal remains are being chalked out,while mystery and intrigue are engraven, cryptic.Lying beneath, this freshly seeded idea;upon these grounds, the words are etched,what are you looking for and how will you get it,for these are but the bare bones of a story.The key alone...

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Here lies the Count of Monte Cristo
Who got to settle a few scores
With stevedores and commodores
Before stretching out below



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on February 20, 2020 for contest POE-ETIC VERSE POETRY sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA  -  RANKED 2ND

and on November 2, 2019 for...

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catalyse of chalk
 circles sooted box, reveals
  the vortex inside
   stakes open her eyes
     pries into her private life

      draws blood with madness
       insists a deep cut...

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Wild Leafs flutter in a hue-laden town,
windows creak open, spritely faces gleam,
cheerful air burgeoning, no need to frown,
sweet fragrant coffee dock, a gust of hot steam,
just rejoice as the heavens don their gown

Bus stop close at hand, joyous high alert,
laughter billows skyward without panic,
rainbow veneered...

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My co-workers, like clowns, are laughing.....
plotting against me; I get an eerie feeling.
I am the nicest fellow,
sharing joy and sorrow;
guys have secrets they shouldn't be telling!...

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oh that wretched hand 
keeps pulling me to one side
I cannot see, but feel comfortable going 
where there is no direction

blinking eyes mean nothing here 
things are the same opened or closed
one step after another, the stubbing of toes 
for all I know the same...

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When the moon is blocked by gray clouds,
A lone woman visits the graves,
She wears a black dress like a shroud.

She speaks, but her words are not loud,
She whispers and calls them by name,
When the moon is blocked by gray clouds.

The deceased has grown to a...

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Why did He knit so many twits?
(Weak of Mind and lacking wits)
No Thoughts of their own-
Like Sheep and their Clones:
Well, what's the point of it?
Does He live His life through His Creations,
Feeling every single sensation?
He's in every Atom we can fathom-
(One never knows what will...

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In twilight's realm where...
moonbeams entwine.
There are two owls engaged...
in a contrast of minds:
A Great Horned Owl so proud and strong!
And a Great Gray Owl whis is cunning and long.

Amidst the trees their feathers shone,
"Who is the wisest?" their voices cried...

As their debate ignited, fierce and...

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