Best Plume Poems

I feel the futility 
after decades
of my fingers flitting
like dragonflies
over the keys 
my once hopeful heart 
shriveled and shrunken 
as a plum into a prune 
Shakespeare and Miller
Marlowe and Pinter
will never again 
pick up the plume
to pen another  
poem or play
yet they live on...

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You earned it
The right to
Stand out

To show your true colors
To go by the name
That best represents 
The real authentic you
The you you’ve grown into

Select your pen name
With utmost care
Flaunt your uniqueness
Divulge your true colors



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on March 11, 2019...

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I'd like to talk about the folk
who hide behind a mask.
Especially schizophrenic one’s
who know their time has passed.
The ones who like to talk a lot
about the things they know.
And know they're always, always, right.
their best side tells them so.

Who are the fools who risk their...

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Mushroom
cloud plume of doom
rose from Hiroshima,
6 August, 1945,
Omen


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25 July 2017...

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It Was An Era Mankind  Groan’d
Brute, Its Ruthless Fangs, Apartheid
Regime So Repressive, South Africans Moan’d
           A Wail Of Laments, Less Than Slaves
            ...

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she got on about three stops after I did 
I was sure she was conversant in ballet 
by the way she danced up the steps 
and delicately deposited her passage 
into the device next to the driver 

her fingers were disproportionately 
long and far too...

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Dormant no more, the World rebels.
All heavens are covered. Luck is inverted 
–with nowhere 
left to run.
...

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She was blind to her colors so her palette spoke in greys.
She couldn't trust her gut for fear of what others had to say..
In early May her colors burst, a glorious display, as vibrant as
a peacock's plume with out a hint of grey....

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Nakameche, my nom de plume, born on the 17th day in the month after June, a typhoon, tycoon, a disastrous, resplendent, handsome, rich dude, nothing mendacious or fictitious, a poetic bishop, an inheritance of God’s bonafide boon, the stars watch me as I watch them,...

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Who's knocking like that?

"... in the light of a feather..."

and as bright as full noon

Brunette replies to HarleQuinn

"... is this your spoon?..."

Dialog established

Act  three, Honey Moon

Then Pooh said to Piglet

"... it really is you!..."

a Mile works for Her

and her smile works too



"... you should...

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Satin blooms emit christening glow
Fertile shroud glistening in the morning dew
Burgeoning life cloaked in feathery milieu
Fecund shroud pared; tiny tubes left on life support
Branching shoots emerge; emerald buds suspend
Fetal scales ballast submerged embryos
Gilding beams stream; ingratiating juices flow
Crescent globes expand, ensconcing fragile buds
Branching veins new...

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Sign nothing here with cursive strokes;
Attend your craft with profound mood;
You word to steer what thought provokes;
See to fine draft that flavours food.
Note what you say as meaning shows;
Opt for a voice that calmly speaks;
Meet need to play with touchy flow.
Do prime a poise without...

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Pace be the plume prime of a horse,
Austere man’s leanness, girl’s shyness,
Brahmin’s knowledge, king’s forgiveness,
Valour, whose arms be the sole force.          
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Translation |26.10.2024|embellishment, horse, girl,  

Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called...

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So, he came and dazzled you with his plume
And you simply succumbed to his grooming.
Pregnant, he’s gone, what have you got to do?
This may very well be your undoing.

5th Place
Bird-of-Paradise Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards...

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Branches of an oak tree bend and mourn the fall of its last acorn,
itself left wanting the warmth of chestnut leaves. Comfort in cupule.

Winter searches for mittens lost, misplaced during last year’s snow
below an eagle hunting for feathers - naked now, showered in goosebumps. Chicken.

Ivy...

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