Best Plumbed Poems

She’d kissed a lot of boys, and some kissed great,
but few of those guys understood romance.
She thought she knew what kissing style was best,
but she had not yet met the boy from France!

Into her life one day he sauntered in.
His smile was soft, his eyes...

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Is Friendship Just a Delusional Fiction?

Is friendship a lifeboat that floats on convenience?
Can we all divorce who we like with a gesture
that’s less than a wave on a looking glass seascape,
ignore too, the wreckage of dreams that waves scuttle,
consigned to obscurity absent a tombstone,
now fodder...

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Tender
emerald realm ...
lungs of the earth
to span a continent, wide -
jade labyrinth of wonder and mystery.
Like a serpent, its watery namesake winds and slithers,
the strength of its back, untested,
colors and creatures of limitless kind and contingency,
peoples yet untouched by civilization,
and drowned in an ocean of...

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"Love is the strongest force in the universe."
Can this statement be proven true?
If I were to begin a search
And write down a hypothesis
What parameters should I observe?
Can love be seen under a microscope?
Can its depths be plumbed by a rope?
Can its mass be balanced on...

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For my sins and everything I ever did or sought to be, 
Contempt and dying to be clever in unfathomed pools of sadness, 
I plumbed each depth and splashed the ether, oscillated shakily, 
Strapped to dark beliefs and definitions, all I gleaned of me was...

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...with gratitude to an incomparable artist


Your vision is a beacon
gracing us with golden sheen,
though your heart was dark and heavy
with redemption rarely seen.

You plumbed the probabilities
of faithlessness and fear,
you challenged life's inequities
and often with a tear

of sadness in your dream-dimm'd eyes
and shades of anguish too,
this...

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It is always there,
never quite within range
where the mind can snare
some shadowy form, or shape
an outline and hold it long enough 
to name. 
It waits for the sun to go down 
and the evening to draw in 
like a taken breath when it comes
closer and...

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Dark matter seems to be
What isn’t there to be seen
In between
What we see.

They dub it dark since you cannot detect it
Nor can they inspect it
With telescopy.

Yet, while it can’t be descried
It cannot be denied
For equations that irk
To work.

Should dark matter matter,
Would dark matter matter
A titter...

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words form in a flurry
bleeding saccharine too too much 
all the crushed kaleidoscope colours
signature pastels and sparkling vibrants, 
a tenderfoot cherry, with little of life yet to go by, 
still art, that one is full to the brim with stitched up wisdom,
bleeds like watercolours across...

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Nothing but the truth darling Noor,
My heart is not in the look up anymore,
My Heart will never suffer no more,
My heart was like a desert floor,
So empty, so boring, no trees or ore.
*****
But after finding you,
Heartily words keep pouring out of my soul,
Miles of smiles,...

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the milky Way

As the moon waxed gibbous
over imitating ponds and lakes,
the night sky’s pearly necklace,
of milk which no thirst will slake - 
draws a line of human history - 
intrigue leading to discovery, 
a depth to be plumbed,
as the human mind pondered
and thought – deduced!
and...

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NOSECANDY SNOW

crack white
mojoblow
night flight
nosecandy
 snow

photographic 
eye chambers
capture it all
seizure lights
rainbow walls
nerves and veins
plumbed too raw
doubledecho voices
stealing authenticity 
shredding shades of sanity

Ferris wheels and Carousals
motion sick candy stick
black bile rises thick
ground navigates a
tidal slosh of
rise and fall
quartz stars hang no more
formation sunk in
twin and triplet
curtain calls

shut-eyed...

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A Pity-Pillow So Comfy
Placed & Plumped Consolingly
It Is Plush & Puffed With Feeling Sad
and Sulking Sorrowfully

Upon Hues of Blue & Charcoal-Lead
I Heavily Lowered My Bowed Head
As My Pity-Pillow's  Pushy-Perfume
Overwhelmed My Canopy Bed

Silken-Sorrow, It Softly Embraced
Trimmed In Night's Deep Shadow-Lace
My Pity-Pillow Took Teardrops' Taste
& Swallowed...

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a schmaltzy little homily to our successful marriage of 32 & a bit years:

In Our time
We have fathomed
the intricacies
of Measurement
and Angle,
conquered the
Everest of
Plastering 
& painted whole worlds
Many colours, many times over.
We have
Mastered the
Logic of tiling,
Plumbed the ancient
Mysteries of water,
Sanded, chiselled, nailed 
& screwed to make...

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There was once a thin plumber named Stipe

Whose large wife always nagged with a gripe

She was constantly bummed

For each time that he plumbed

He came up inches short with his pipe



Well, he asked and he asked her to hush

Still, the scolding continued to gush

So he fit...

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