Best Plummets Poems

POTD 5th Feb 18

Dedicated to Ken, a good friend of mine who had to give up a brilliant ballet, ballroom dancing and stage career when he was injured after a fall while performing a complicated dance routine maneuver on stage. I hope you will enjoy...

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Earth's rich soil
humble dirt
complex dirt
elemental earth
layer upon layer
where it hides
mineral treasures
more than we could
ever measure.

Quartz and crystals
gold and gems
salt and silver
precious oil
stolen and lifted
by hands of men.

Rumbling from the
bowels of earth
hot magma rises
erupts and flows
spews and plummets
to lands below.

Mother earth
source of life
for plants and trees
roots...

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   How strikingly gray
    as the Spring rain 
         plummets 
      to the ground

        The green
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I followed that cad Robyn Hood 
and discovered he's up to no good 
An expert at cheating 
bad mouthing and bleating 
His actions I've not understood

Oh how awful that folks feel so glum
Many now call him Robyn Hoodlum
He's a raunchy thief
who brought them to grief
He...

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His mind is dark,
like a night sky without stars.
Doubt sits upon his shoulders,
poking at his face,
irritating his mind,
interrupting his thoughts,
outrunning his words -
laughing at him hysterically.

Demons slay his self belief,
echoing like mountainous valleys. 
Playing with his insecurities.
Manic voices vibrate in a percussion of shrieking,
like jesters...

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Scorching hot sun..
Sun rays omitting intense heat
The flames of fireballs ignite..
Desert air ..
So dry and still..
A cactus thrives in desert paradise..

Sands of time..
Heat soars to the sky by day..
By night the heat plummets..
Evaporates ..
Moonlight shines..
Drenched in coldness
Chilled air and a frosted moon..
Extremities exist..
Drastic changes occur..

Sands...

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We’re monopolized by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery,
absorbed by the clutter of the food tray.

Numbed by hours of jiggling,
the carting of torpid bodies through interminable distance,
we’re wedged now into boredom, uncomfortably numb.

Anesthetized – we fear nothing.
If the aircraft stalls, few will scream.
We’ll keep decanting small...

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Here they are before me, 
   surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
      Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked snow-capped mountains-
   these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
      stand heavenly before my eyes.

Their...

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A precious gift! Joy unimagined fills my heart 
She smiles! My heart races, leaping! 
And like a butterfly in spring, gliding, 
It dips among new blossoms
Like a sweet melody playing softly 
in the cool of the evening, I soar!

My baby, my first, like an angel...

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It is a fact that before I wrote True Colours,
I was stuck in a world of black and white bipolar,
encaged in my seat on a non stop rollercoaster,
eating one meal a day cooking bread in a toaster.

Do you know if from here I should.....
Nope wait,...

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Awakened by the creaking of the dying trees 
In this barren land devoid of a breeze
Imprisoned dreams in a land of unpicked seams
Endless chasms of regrets in which no sunlight beams

Broken chords strumming tunelessly in solitude
Of songs of praises by an adoring multitude
Intruding reflections oppress...

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Pinning chests like puffins to project
      fuzzy assertion,
      huddled, brave foragers
chase the crumbs along the
      stained ground,

flapping feathers of civility during
      auspicious climbs and
      daft plummets, swooping in
massive waves of perplexed flesh
      until frenzied,

shifting and undulating in rage like a
      storm of hungry nerves
      all darting with beaks coiled
in panicked alarm: no longer...

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Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves 
in the fardel of branches as they trembled 
beneath the relentless breath of april's storm

i watched them from my window
this paned glass smudged over
with the splatter of lashing rain
pulsating against my hands
as i struggled to see clearly
through the...

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The False Dichotomy of My 
Descent...



Falling,
beyond the precipice,
into this gaping chasm. 



Numbness ensues,

whirling emptiness,

swirling around and around,

in the recesses of my mind,

as it plummets,

in silent freefall.



My choices are stark,

hit rock bottom,
eyes open,

splitting into fragments,

left strewn across the canvas of 
loss. 



Or,

shutting my eyes,

descending into oblivion,

exhaling...

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