Plenty Poems | Examples

plenty uv fish in thuh Sss pond

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                             she'z just az pretty
                                         az
                                   the dolphin
                                    frolicking 
                                    thuh sea
                                out back here
                                         in
                                the spring fed
                                      pond
                               splash'n az the
                                anxious bass
                                  'fore hern
                                    I mean
                                      'it's' 
                                       net

Find Us on Plenty of Fish

Desi DeRotten was not easily forgotten
She only wore cotton, and was easily besotten.
Missy Fit heard about her, and got sick a bit.
She has incredible wit, unless she senses a nitwit.

Swede Glooginfloggin fell onto my toboggan.
He hurt his shoulder, his ribs, and his sniffing noggin.
Petunia Patch thought he might be her match.
She invited him to dine, but he said “some other time”.

They were all participants of the dating app Plenty of Fish.
Desi DeRotten thought he would find himself a real dish.
Missy Fit was looking for a man with hair in a big batch.
Surprisingly someone else had signed up Petunia Patch.

Our farm of plenty

The chooks in the morning,
Up as early as the sun,
For a full day of eating, exploring,
A full day of fun,

The cow is loudly mooing,
As the sun shines through the blinds,
Her calves' cute frolicking,
Fills everyone's minds,

The ducks loud quacking,
As they rush out of their shed,
But one stays behind,
With her eggs on her bed,

The guinea pigs hiding,
As he gets his morning food,
Come back in three hours,
and it will all be chewed,

The gardens slowly growing, 
As all the plants thrive,
The bees happily pollinate,
It's produce keeps us alive,

Our farm continues to flourish,
And grow, and grow, and grow,
The progress is beautiful,
Even if it's slow.

Plenty of Fish In the Sea

Maybe someone's as lonely as me, 
Sitting on a shore by the sea.

Catfishing On Plenty of Fish

She decided she would have blonde hair. Done.
She would be svelte and pretty. Done.
She would be dressed as a faerie. Done.
She would be dainty and lovely. Done.

He decided he would be handsome. Done.
He would be debonair and distinguished. Done.
He would be dressed in clothes he never wore. Done.
They met for lunch. Neither looked anything like their photos.

I thought you would be younger, she said.
I thought you would be single, he said.
No wonder they were married.

Plenty of Quiver

The shadow pyramids
of the tree pointing
its tendrils looneyerly lunarly
a moon bow
dipping its face
on the blackened limbs
The haloed hallowed moon
sneers as the stars try to distract
Shadow people seem to hide in the corners
fingertips on lips
and eyes tightly shut
chill feels its way down the spine
and shoulders have no bow
but plenty of quiver

Soul Starving In the Midst of Plenty

Soul Starving in the Midst of Plenty
By Sy Roth

Just a slit where air,
Some air can find a way to creep in
Replenish the foul exhalations of the horde
Crammed to the rafters
Airless beings 
Dazed by the machinations of others
Deus ex machina 
To starve them of what is fresh to others.

Clickety clack fly the miles
Unasssuming chorus of the rails 
In tandem with their moans
And groans, seeking some small blast of air
To mollify a condition
That binds the soulless traveler to a fate
Yet unknown.

Little blink of light 
And the hungry molecules 
Bits of flotsam 
Find ways to crawl to it,
To beat a path toward the light
Which may bring air to starved lungs.
Alveoli beg sustenance
But their cries rain down emptily,
Empty against the clicking and clacking from below
And the miles of breathless wonder
At their condition.

Too heady to begrudge the snakes that found
A way to slither to the errant light,
And for brief moments
To catch wisps of smoky air that cleanse
For an augenblink, 
A soul starving in the midst of plenty.

A Man Name Plenty

There once was a man name Plenty
Living in the land of prosperity
Who worshiped his wealth with greed
He planted many seeds he believed
Only to grow his greed
Nothing matter to him
Only his need to succeed.

As time when by
His greed begin to grow stronger and stronger
Nothing matter to him at all
His wealth was all his concern
Greed, greed was in his sight
With all his might became his flight
Not just now and then
This was his greatest sin.

One day as time went on
He found himself all along
No one to call him friend
His wealth begin dwindle
So he begin to swindle
Deprive with scheme to deceive
The morning and night 
Begin to shine bright with fright
And his death was in his sight
His wealth could not save him
Dim, dim was his sight
Because he could not see the light.

Plenty Good

PLENTY GOOD

candy dance for fools
   paper crown askew
      bubble gum popping

tomboy blonde sees him plenty good
she’ll recall those cotton candy blue eyes
and clouds of curly pearl hair

her farmer-braids appraise
the mule, about to get spanked
by the slingshot tool

her cotton candy pink bows
show off a measure of femininity.
her mother planted them there.

soda pop teeth guffaw
as the jackass rears up
and the boys gang’ slap their knees

all the adults in the poetry room
rear up too
at the sound of the asinine scream

      braids upside-down
   stomach hurts
butterflies inside

7/8/2021

Plenty of Fish

Mom says I am a catch, he informed me.
He is handsome, unmarried forty-three year old.
I had been remarkably almost impressed 
Prior to this announcement.

I am looking for woman who is willing to give up her life, he stated.
Okay then. 
I reached for the check.
That’s a man’s job! He said, snatching it out of my hand. 
I noticed there was a tiny angry in and out to his cheek.

How did you like him? My girlfriend asked, thinking we were a match.
I had no words.

Season of Harvest, Horn of Plenty

Season of Harvest, Horn of Plenty

Tiller of soil, Sower of seeds,
Reaper of fields to feed the many.
(Grains and legumes, fruits and vegetables)
Season of harvest, horn of plenty.

Crops quenched by rains and meandering streams
Ripen under the inexhaustible sun.
(Spring forth produce abundance in season)
Cornucopia spilling over autumn goodness.

Plenty of Resources

We frick and frack and break a back.
No problem. Plenty of resources.
We can get by with losing a few.

Some of the crazy ones are out there planting trees
As we cut them down willy nilly, unconcerned.
Not realizing when they are gone, we will be too.

We are out for the dollar, but what can we spend it on
When the earth dries out and the produce cannot grow
and we are dead?

Some think we can replenish the earth in time.
I hope you are right.
But in case you are wrong, can you please help
the environment instead of injuring or killing it?

Wonders of Plenty

A face can tell many stories, ancestor’s journeys, and glories,
Every feature stemmed from a root, from worldly gardens bearing fruit,
How could one be the best?

Traits portray unique magnitudes, of all descendant’s latitudes,
Colors and pigments of many, beautiful wonders of plenty,
Can one be like the rest?

Cultures weave colors of mankind, vivid threads of time left behind,
Diversity resounds splendor, within heart walls echoes render, 
That each and all are blest.

Good-N-Plenty

There's plenty of goodness out there
but it's been fanged by the puff adder DJS
now goodness is slowly dying on media vines 
behind boarded up windows and riot fire
with pistols and rosaries at the ready
awaiting the fires of salvation

Empty Fields of Plenty

E ntreating our persuasion
M anifesting that more is always better
P owering the effort to provide
T ables languishing with waste and
Y ears of abuse to abundance

F isheries of men
I dle in their satisfaction
E manating from their harvests
L ong overdue in sharing
D riving their gifts of plenty
S traight into the jaws of wastelands

O ver shoals of greed
F ailing to know their heart's content

P latitudes of gratitude
L ay empty and barren
E agerly spent then forgotten
N aked in their humbleness
T o the Gods of Cornucopia
Y ielding to a desolate starving future


April 27, 2020
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