Best Plumb Poems

T'were the night after Christmas, 'n' the house was all dark.
Not much money for 'lectric in the ol' trailer park.
Ma waitin' tables at the club...

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It has been ages since the laughter died, which was many suns ago,
Soon swept away by fleeting time, like the brief giggle of a rainbow.

My...

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I started sucking my thumb until it looked like a plumb
Things didn't feel any better so I poured a glass of rum
Some will imagine I'm...

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The muses all march to their own rhythmic drum
Or saunter or scamper in their favored time
The poems will come when they come, when they come

Blank...

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o there's a twilight magic in the mist
    it floats between the eventide and dawn
      attending winds...

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there dwells a darkness in us all
          those shadows trembling faintly
     ...

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Carpentry
It’s the first nail 
That hurts,  the sharpness
That pierces right through the  framed  constructs
Of our wooden fears
 With
 unrelenting precision 
As if...

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It’s hard to keep on writing
when you know your words
never reach quite deep enough—
fail again to plumb prosaic depths
and render speechless those of
greater wit and...

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You ask what poetry can mean to me?
No glib reply will leap forth from my tongue.
As well to ask if food and drink might be
Of...

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Salem
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Unrest of spirit churns behind thy door,
the sin interned therein is quarrelsome
No "witch" that thou hast burned serves to restore
the pitch that has upturned thy...

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o there's a twilight magic in the mist
          it floats between the eventide and dawn
 ...

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In childhood's wondrous realm I'd learned
How Your bright flames inside me, burned,
And knew, while those fires cooled or grew,
Thru faith, my heart was bound to...

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I wear the night upon my wings,
          A sound resounding, ever sings,
    ...

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1—Milieu

Unique construction of body and mind
My niche in human pack not quickly found 
Raw young heart of a curious design
The empty mirrors for my soul...

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If you'd have lived and worked on Juno Ranch, you’d have come away better for it. It 
may not have seemed like it at the...

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