Best Plucking Poems

my sisters and I
plucking grapes along the lane. . . 
the chatter of birds

my sisters and I
plucking grapes along the lane. . . 
the sun sets purple

my sisters and I
plucking grapes along the lane. . . 
mom’s call to supper...

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The poison parrot is repulsed by me, hates my art, laughs at my poems.
sneers when I enter my imaginary world, pokes fun at it.
She throws roadblocks into my mood zone,
destroys my great ideas as fast as they enter my dendrite alley.

You think you are something!...

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Falling…falling autumnal leaves twirled
and coiled on pale of deepened trees;
night’s solstice graces wise age
pondering on youth’s flames...
gentle breeze, be kind
when moons request
for last hours
throbbing
wild!


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plucking petals
of a dandelion—
child laughter


Copyright March, 2015
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
a child laughs Revised for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Three Line Verse
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi...

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I am a bright yellow blossom
I spread beauty across the lawn
But, adults consider me a weed
And children play games
Wanting to pop off my head!
I am a Dandelion and deserve respect
I am prettier than muddy snow!
When I turn soft delicate white,
People shake me in the wind!
Do...

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Guarded virgin
Thorny rose
A special secret no one knows

Budding beauty
Purest white
Such desires you ignite

Careless whisper
Moonlit fling
Angels cry as demons sing

Muffled whimpers 
Silent screams
Cruel, yet passionate, carnal dreams...

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Pessimism, I loathe your gloomy effect
Parroting vanity’s vexation in my mind that I’m unprofitable…
God I thank; by His strength* is great achievement as I do my utmost.

Negativism, I vanquish your vehement accusations
Taunting me of my failures, falls, and frustrations… 
I praise the Lord for His...

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Plucking the Poisonous Parrot

Antonia had been a happy go lucky flamingo until her wings cracked

Now cascades of monotonous voices extracted venomous bickering

The parrot she took on as a charity case to quell her sadness now pecked 

And would not shut up until the cage engulfed...

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Begone voice of venom!
You shan't intimidate me. You claim control? Wish to lay me low?
I stand firm.Your words hold no more sway.They are feckless.
You regurgitate ad nauseum the same toxic, pernicious recriminations. 
And nibble at my conscience with whispers of peccability.
But you forget : 'I...

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You come here with your will of steel
and make me want to cry.
Fate laughs and spins the roulette wheel
as you sit patiently by.

I fear for what I feel is right,
I've felt it from the start.
How can we stop this soul's collide
without injuring a heart?

My angel...

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The heavens scent of layers varnish,
upon layers then grow and tarnish,
like a stockade wrapped with palisades.
A battlement inside playing charades;
as the volume gets louder - louder,
won't turn off or fade. Battering
turbulence that goes on for hours.
You can hear the low thrum plucking
then growing. Breeding a...

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For Plucking The Poisonous Parrot---Satan's Parrot

Satan’s Parrot something nibbling @ your ear;
Somethin’ whispers wisps of fear;
Conceptions convections you can’t hide;
Something pecking at your heart   (tell your teacher lose it)
Tugging at your throat   (slap that doctor and the nurse)
Whispers of anarchy (curse...

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plucking the fringe
   off birds of a feather
   the skies have eyes
   the balloons have weather


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Courage is the pivot between cowardice and recklessness

harmony for the brave soul as reward for stout-heartedness


I used to enjoy pints of Guiness with a few drams alongside

shared my sorrows with the bottle which never talked back


As realist and high society drinker my glass was never...

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Dad ordered a chicken to pluck,
in the end he had some bad luck.
Ready for the task.
He got not as ask,
not a dead chicken, a live duck!...

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