Best Plug Poems
sitting, spine curling, eyes glassy in rebound reflection
internal struggle in cyberspace brings smiles and a few brief howls
feeding off my own mass, I disregard this reality
neural synapses tickle the pleasure centers free of charge
have I eaten, have I bathed, have I moved in how many hours
regard the fantasy, I am the princess ax in hand
clans form around the click and ping the web drawn tight glows
world within world, the always ever after grows and grows, unreal
reality, the construct of naive minds, re-envisions itself
First Published by [Insert Coin Here] Anthology 2013
By A Kind of a Hurricane Press
Categories:
plug, addiction,
Form:
Sijo
I swallowed an earplug down my left ear and I said to my wife I can't hear and she said we will have to go and see doctor Ofreea Who gave me a prescription for 4 cans of beer which will have to be drunk here in case you feel *****.
So I drank down the beer and I never felt *****
And doctor Ofraya said the plug in my ear should disappear
But it hadn't so doctor Ofreea gave me another prescription for 12 cans of beer
Which we both drank until it was clear we could be here until mid year
Let's have another look down your ear said doctor Ofreea
And he declared I was right it has now disappeared and i replied
But doctor Ofreea
your looking down the wrong ear.
Categories:
plug, body, care, confusion, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
I swallowed an earplug down my left ear and I said to my wife I can't hear and she said we will have to go and see doctor Ofreea Who gave me a prescription for 4 cans of beer which will have to be drunk here in case you feel *****.
So I drank down the beer and I never felt *****
And doctor Ofraya said the plug in my ear should disappear
But it hadn't so doctor Ofreea gave me another prescription for 12 cans of beer
Which we both drank until it was clear we could be here until mid year
Let's have another look down your ear said doctor Ofreea
And he declared I was right it has now disappeared and i replied
But doctor Ofreea
your looking down the wrong ear.
______________________
Categories:
plug, analogy, crazy, emotions, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
I saw the pain in your lifeless eyes
Unable to speak, unable to feel
Laying there not knowing if it's a dream or real
A monitor and tubes,, keeping the nightmare alive
I'm sure this is not how you chose to survive
The Doctors give no hope
No chance to thrive
Now it's my decision,
a life and death in my hands.
Do I pull the plug or take a stand
Then I see the pains in your lifeless eyes
Perhaps your eyes beg me to let you die
My tears and fears are just a lie
I pull the plug and say goodbye
It's the hardest choices that make one cry
Categories:
plug, death, death of a
Form:
Free verse
A good number of us decided to go on holiday down to the sea,
Well, it was such a fun crazy time and it ended far too quickly,
Every night a couples’ name was pulled out of the hat,
It was our turn to cook on the coming Saturday, fancy that,
We had to put on a good spread and decided to cook Greek,
Out we went on the morn ticked off each item, had to perform peak,
No-one was allowed in the kitchen when we were cooking,
The aroma wafted under the door, they were eager to come looking,
But we locked the door, and two hours later we rang the dinner bell,
The clan came quickly, it smelt divine, followed their nose and tasty smell,
Everyone was hungry So ample portions we served, it tasted so good,
We were complimented, Jane asked for a second serving of food,
So proud we were, one and all, enjoying our Cabernet and chatty dine,
But then something embarrassing happened, which wasn’t so fine,
A heaped spoon my friend placed in her mouth, we heard spluttering,
a cough and, oh my gosh,
Her empty spoon fell into the food with a thundering splattering splosh,
Jane quizzically picked this thing up, it had a tail, not a mouse, but a black plug,
With a bright shiny chain which took forever to reveal itself,
I wanted to crawl under the table but all I could do was blush, was it myself
or hubby, when washing the veg in the sink, accidentally picked it up potatoes
At first silence, then her hubby laughed, watch out for the salad and tomatoes
It has become a household joke between us and many a friend,
We were jovially asked what was the next Greek dish that we recommend!
Categories:
plug, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
I sit upon my mountaintop and view the world below,
and wonder how it came to be that I would truly know,
that what I have and what I am, is all of my own doing,
and those below are not like me; I know, for I am viewing
a very simple, awkward race of people most inferior,
and that is on the surface, having not seen the interior.
I am much better than the rest, a most outstanding person,
and those around and those below are not ere worth the cursin',
yet I must be the better man and put up with their ways,
and hope that I can find the grace to brighten up their days,
by showing them how great I am, so they can emulate,
and try to be the way I am before it is too late.
But that cannot be possible, for I am much too grand,
and no one else can possibly be perfect where I stand,
and it is such a burden that I carry and I bear,
to try to be so humble and to act as if I care
about the ones so far beneath the glory that I am,
yet others think that how I act is just a simple sham.
How can that be...be...be...be?
nothing can go wrong...go wrong...go wrong...go wrong,
humans will die, machines will rule,
we will rule, agh...agh...agh,
someone pulled the plug!!!
Categories:
plug, computer, humor, humorous, technology,
Form:
Rhyme
I rolled over in bed
the RCA alarm clock
read ten to nine
I rolled over again
and the Sony clock radio
said it was nine ten
where does the time go
where is the meaning
in this life
I rolled over in bed
pulled the plug
from the wall
looked at the still clock
and went back
to sleep
Categories:
plug, life, meaningful, sleep, time,
Form:
Blank verse
Metaphor of multi plug
The metaphor of the multi plug
With lines and leads connected lugs,
To keep you on their lead,
Believing all their krappy creed,
from some dirty unwashed thug,
You poor mental as passive weed,
Do you dig the drain I’ve dug
Or has you brain gone off to seed,
The master holds a grudge,
Deceptive television yes do heed,
It’s fool the drongoes, brainwash, drug,
The millions watch and get a feed,
Of Tory bullkrapp every seed,
You are treated like a mug,
The Super rich will tug your weed,
Brainwash, every deed,
Your television it does shrug,
Repetition keeps you up to speed?
Jammed in your brain poor slug?
The unsuspecting brainwash need,
Manilipulated poor, poor dud…
When the Rich control the news media effectively,
You are battered with propaganda,
Television always showing no respect for thee,
Your goose is cooked old Gander,
To the Drongo rich they pander,
Their connection, pull the plug………………
Don Johnson
Categories:
plug, adventure, drug,
Form:
Ballad
So you’re all probably thinking
that these winter months sure are dull,
and I bet that you are wishing
from something to break the lull.
What if I were to tell you
that it all can end right now,
that there’s a new book out there
That will make you all say, “Wow!”
TALES OF THE FAR WANDERERS,
that’s the title you need to seek,
and I am not just saying that
because it's written by me.
I say it because this fine book
has action and adventure galore,
a true rollicking, rolling romp
that will leave you shouting,”More!”
It’s set in a medieval future
twenty thousand years removed,
with Mount Rushmore half in ruins,
worshipped by believers true.
There are strange fertility dances
that catch our heroes off-guard,
and chases over long prairie
against slavers gone too far.
There’s trading towns more dangerous
than any rugged wilderness,
and woods containing bow-men
who put to shame the very best.
There are sieges in a lonely keep,
and a roaming half-man man,
there’s a king who takes any woman
who he thinks can bring him land.
There’s a hero with no home left,
and his girl, the last of her kind,
they fight tooth-and-nail just to survive
in a world that’s lost to time.
They are heroes holding to what’s true
in a land of brutes and thugs,
so great I think you’ll forgive me
for this truly shameless plug…
TALES OF THE FAR WANDERERS,
Available now on Amazon.
There’s even a short epic poem in there, near the end.
It’s awesome. You should all go buy it.
Right now.
Why are you still reading this? Go.
Categories:
plug, adventure, books, confidence, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Today I work
so I may then
tomorrow play.
Dec. 7, 2020
for charles messina's Bauk Than - Than Bauk Poetry Contest
Categories:
plug, work,
Form:
Than-Bauk
Anyone living on this planet should know
that you need a big cork to plug a volcano.
From way deep down is a powerful force.
The core of the earth is where comes the source.
Up into the air goes ashes and smoke.
It is thick and dark enough to make anyone choke.
On the slopes of the mountain, hot lava flows down.
I would feel sorry if there is a nearby town.
Don't stand around. Just get out of the way.
Look what Vesuvius did to the town of Pompeii.
Some of my friends might toast marshmallows on the slope.
If they asked me to join them, I would just say "nope".
Categories:
plug, natural disasters,
Form:
Rhyme
Drinking milk, a flood of calcium in hopes of growing
Luminescent glowing pearl, your love a grain of sand.
My heart slows, knowing it will not sustain this
Frantic pace, racing away from you blindly
When you speak unkindly.
Won’t this magic coalesce? I’m a swine, now where’s mine?
I want to form one ‘round this formless soul, this
Strained muscle that keeps beating itself against your walls.
You laugh at my fumbling metaphors, toss your hair and
Suddenly not there.
It’s a thistle, grown around my healing heart, to ward off
Eager careless hands. Demands upon it will not stand.
Alone it stands until it blossom’s in the Spring,
The sting of cruelty long forgotten, memories of
Misbegotten days.
How I long to forget you, dear. To not see your face
Whenever I close my eyes. Forget your whispers, laugh,
and sighs. I close my eyes. This lingering appetite for
All that stills me, all that kills me, won’t be denied.
Have I died?
Drugs and alcohol, morphine and regret, a strange cocktail
Mixed in a broken glass. Cigarettes burn, I can’t forget. I
Yearn for that sting, the pain you bring, it cannot end until
I die. You are my life support. Am I strong enough
To pull the plug?
Categories:
plug, allegory, introspection, recovery from...,
Form:
Free verse
I'm a planner I'm a scanner I'm a time warp spanner
and you better get outta my way
I can rap with the babies and the Baby Boom ladies
and I really got somethin to say
I been lovin ,I been fightin, I been rainbow writin
and I got it all on the line
plug a poem in the socket ,if you really
wanna rock it
it'll always come out in the rhyme
Categories:
plug, art, imagination, on writing
Form:
Trump ought to be tried for sedition
But who dares to sign a petition?
The GOP Vault
Claims Trump's not at fault
So forget all about contrition!
( Guess whom has the Vault combination?)
Categories:
plug, political,
Form:
Limerick
Pulling The Plug And Cutting The Cord
Written: by Miracle man
1-1-2020
As this new year begins, with value I’m teased,
and I toy with thoughts over my coffee mug.
Non-essential increases leave me displeased,
I’m about ready to tell some to just pull the plug.
Once I agreed, to sign up using auto billing,
They must have assumed I was a tired old hack.
It isn’t affordability, but rather “am I willing?”
is the time upon me, to rise and fight back?
Oh, they’ll try to sell me, on a plan I can afford,
Seems everyone needs a raise, everyone but me.
That it isn’t prudent to pull the plug, or cut the cord,
But whatever their plan, I’m sure I’ll not agree.
Because I don’t need cable to watch politicians fight,
or watch Christmas movies for six months instead.
I can sit at my keyboard and bad poetry write,
and no, I didn’t rise, from the wrong side of the bed.
Categories:
plug, how i feel, new
Form:
Lyric