Best Plume Poems

I Think Of You - Ground Zero (Part 1)

Leaving under a blood moon
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The raptor and the peacock hence,
Sit pensive on a rambling fence.
The first, inclined to be the host,
Jumped down to claim the nearest post.
The pea averse...

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There it lies, forlorn and tragic,
     Christmas, mourning for its magic,
       Awaiting on an angel,...

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The Rooster

He strutted ‘cross the barnyard tall and proud,
away from all the bustle of the crowd;
the other roosters in the yard felt cowed,
to him they...

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Oh, Nature’s spree, your artistic scene exceeds!
Quaint the plash of paints upon the frilly bloom  
hued with sunrise splash in skies as night recedes,...

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Without a shadow's kiss
           How blooms a hidden rose?
Without a storm's embrace 
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The big headlines cause sensation,
Media’s chosen information.
Manipulative, they entomb
the big elephant in the room.

Stress is put on the suggestive
keeping tongue and the mind active.
They sweep...

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I hold my breath, impatiently
anticipating spring
and dress the sky delicately 
in stars your bright eyes bring.
Spring days are flushed with love’s warm glow,
the nights untamed...

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[ a nette onclaud collab ]


As twilight moves through the glass of dawn
I catch my shadow hiding among trees,
like ripped gauze from a withering leaf,
that...

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Refrain of dreams, I gift to you. 
My hum lulls in rhythms deep;
Night chant lifts to heavenly heights
coupled with starry sky’s plume.
My faithful promise kept...

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Based on the Scripture, 2 Timothy 3:3-13, which gives 
warning to escape the snare of the birdcatcher.

On stage he struts in sequined costume
a plume of...

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His jazz collection fills the spare bedroom
Music man, you see, was his nom de plume

Our wedding album rests on the nightstand
A keepsake for my viewing...

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from suffering and pain
that is piped into veins
by the organ-less master
who relentlessly plays

from a congested gutter
of fake themes
hiding in deception
and callous clutter

from distaste of the...

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now ...

dance for me …
eyes of polished onyx pierce
me like the keen edge of a scalpel,
deftly wielded ...
the blood of my black
heart flowing in and...

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Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places, 
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly...

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