Plod Poems - Poems about Plod

... “But the path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.” Proverbs 4:18 King Solomon shared with the Jews over time; much he had learned from his o......

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...One glorious, sun-drenched, thirsty December day, I sat, numbed with the agedness of a visitor, and Fumed eloquently with joy for the benefit of the Seine – the ointment of Paris. Somewhere along......

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... Clouds dim from a fevered night bare as skin of dragonflies trapped, and she paces along tattered leaves strewn on barbed fences of life moaning through a distant breeze: yet the can......

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... By his hand was grown a forest trees aligned as fence posts trunks accentuated lavender and blue, but not as a spruce and purple strokes, not disguised as prose in a woodland cut short in pro......

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...Down a grassy lane, I trudged beneath pale blue skies, a rambling spirit, vivid scenic hues a spur, to a literary verse Images abound, for me to seize and savour, in a magic whirl, or vorte......

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...Adrift in sweet reverie while composing my journal I sense myself wandering streets in solemn austerity 'Tis such a blunt shift from my usual musings nocturnal To what do I owe this odd disturbing......

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...Grunt grunt below the gutter The man of the sewer works With his big old rusty spanner He twists the pipes, the nuts and bolts That struggle to hold the metal that jolts The rats and roaches s......

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...We, the Arcane, plod along, Our faith keeps us strong, If folk listen to us, There'd be Peace, no fuss, Far better than a bomb, Prayers unite with aplomb, Peace now! Damn right! No need to get......

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... The time has passed so quickly, regrets I have a few, I'd change some aspects of my life, and some I'd start anew. I'd go out in the rain to walk, no umbrella overhead, With arms stretched out......

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... Oh how I rue this deciduous time; relentless in it’s passing year by year while robbing memories we hold so dear, and shedding yonker that was once our prime. Through time we plod this monument......

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... The sky turned stygian grey, violent winds blew. From above, tears of liquid grief poured down. Flood waters rose, pressure got built under the soil. The earth erupted with rocks a......

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...Finally invited Such an important event What shall I bring I have no money I pray my poem Will open up and sing ....the beauty of LOVE Sitting patiently Gift after gift, opened Joyful laug......

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...There might be those who sail through life And never hit a snag, While others plod along or fight, Each day another drag. For most of us, it’s in between, A balance, I suppose, With lovely hi......

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...Time sat with her antinomic daughters two : Destiny the elder, tall, fastidious and hard ; And Luck, the merry, playful conjuring guard Who averts the pre-ordained, out of the blue The old l......

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...Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as......

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