Plumbs Poems | Examples

Pulling Out Plumbs

“Be not simply good - be good for something.”
—Henry David Thoreau

He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said ‘What a good boy am I.
—Little Jack Horner (partial nursery rhyme)


Pulling Out Plumbs

The yellow sun is not a stain.
It warms with rays that reach the earth.
Does the moon merely wax and wane?
The day and night, each light has worth.

A stalwart tree that faithfully
a-shadows ‘round, under its leaves;
gives temp’ral rest to birds; nutty
food to squirrels; fruit, man receives.

Are you just waxing and waning,
pulling out plums, saying, “I’m good;”
sitting still, simply maintaining,
even nailing worldly sainthood.

What is your path? How ‘bout the good
that is your bent, your rays of light?
Do not be found in good’s falsehood.
Some former blind - God gave them sight.

Spring Chicks

 
"We are cute spring chicks with fluffy feathers that keep
us warm; real small, like to run, and we are adorable ! "

                                                Quote by _Constance 

On a bright morn spring chicks hatched,
as the first flowers of the season bloomed;
oddly, not a single chick matched,
their fluffy feathers delightful plumbs.
Each was silly, playful and gay,
they would run every which way;
often, they wandered the barn yard going astray.
Those sweet chicks had no fear,
sometimes, suddenly they would just appear;
and to their mother would adhere.
So whimsical and frivolous to watch,
and almost impossible to catch;
I love each fluffy chick's feathery splotch,
and have a favorite that I call Butterscotch.

He Sees In Stars

He walks by day the northern woods
He seeks by night the skies
He sees in stars a face he knows
And one he knows no more

He plumbs with vague suspicion
The abyss of his soul
And calculates the irony
Of what he does not know 

He is at war, he is at peace
He is beyond the pale
A portrait of a modern man
At manhood’s tender age
Who knows of no restrictions
Nor limits understood
Yet knows the truths that must be told
To beggars, and the proud –

Accommodating challenges
Summoned from within
He looks beyond the you and me
For where he wants to be

And walks by day the northern woods
And seeks by night the skies
To find in stars a man he knows
And one he knows no more

First Days of Summer

first days of summer

first days of summer
 solstice heat shimmers and sweats ~
  cool blue seaside waves

sun yawns in azure skies
 wakes up sleepy bumblebees ~
  orchard fruit grows large

summer wind swirls up
 blusters through garden meadows ~
  ripe plumbs swing and sway

hot spell sizzles
 mirages look like phantoms ~
  playful ocean breezes

feral festival
 rowdy season chases clouds ~
  rain waits with zephyrs

afternoon soft hush
 flowers gather sunbeam stars ~
  dewdrop gems sparkle

frogs begin to croak
 crickets warm up symphonies ~
  firefly fandangoes

6-23-22

Haiku 267

to become a prune
plumbs will dry, shrink and wrinkle   
so ages my body

Genie Sis

The Devil still plumbs the abysses
But girls know his serpent just hisses
If you really care
Let Eve tell you where
She pisses she misses French kisses!

Fantome Du Noir Chevalier

“fantôme du noir chevalier”



whither doth thee cometh from?
Strange voice that I see
Coldness of ire burns 
the skin beneath sheets
paper white guise
black ink heart bleeding within - 
stranger the walls do speak here
in the mirror swimming See
the lost reflections of souls
the misguided forlorn 
disenchanted do scry
their petulant perplexity
ghosts for the haunting
picked like ripe plumbs
legions illuminating dead dreams
the devil beating his drums
in her spectral bed 
the incubus arrives
the succubus hums 
once were bold quills tracing 
curves cursive passionately clear
near human once attempting sincere
to unlock love with blind faith ne’er fear
I hear your tome calling 
fantôme du noir chevalier

erudite Faust waives
ignores lore written before him 

I hear your tome calling
fantôme du noir chevalier 

Salome is her name
a new dance appears

She will take you 
before morning

a promise forewarning
I give this to thee

fantôme du noir chevalier

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)



“Here in My Room”/ Incubus
https://youtu.be/0IlPlKBXRHE










Sonnet LXXXVI

God You Are More Than Everything-

God, you are, you're more than everything;
God your everything;

Father, of heaven creator of all things;
God, you made all things, everything;

And you are the valley of flowers;
A galaxy of brilliant lights;
A rainbow promised for all mankind;
Golden plumbs of mercies race;
Overwhelming forgiveness amazing grace;

Father, of heaven creator of all things;
God, you made all things, everything;

Father of all creator of humanity and angels;
Allfather creator of matter and dreams;
Originator almighty conceiver
You've made me a believer;
God, you are, you're more than everything;

6/13/19
God your everything;

The Monkey Trail

We'd leave just after breakfast
play hard all day
there were no cell phones or play dates
we simply gathered up the mates
took off down the monkey trail
ran wild in the thistle fields
chased flyballs on the diamond
collected pop bottles for a nickel a piece
lunch was gulps of warm hose water
a palm filled with stolen plumbs
off again to the train trestle
slinging rocks at muddy beer bottles
flattening pennies on the rails
there were no clocks to tug at our tails.

Sunset was the cue for us to move along
5 speed banana bikes cracking the trail in the half light
mad little monkeys and scratching at our minds
armed with leather mits and Louisville slugger bats
but the ogres and perverts never dare touch us
we were trail toughened little bucks
the warm hose water didn't kill 
we were dirty little dust devils
on a streak of good luck

The Spirit of the Sun Dial

THE SPIRIT OF THE SUN DIAL

I tell the sunny hours throughout the day
From dawn til dusk imparting my fair message
Evoking warmth and love throughout the day
No time for shadows hinting at dark presage

But when the shade of night engulfs my dial
A darkening of spirit, life force scorns
The moon now points the hours of denial
Its gleam bare luminating dismal forms

I see the blackness in the hearts of men
And feel despair that overcomes the soul
My spirit plumbs a dark and secret glen
Til lambent rays tint peaks; at last console

Then blessed dawn brings sun in its ascension
Restores my purpose vital, my redemption

Outliving a Plumb Tree

I drove back in time to my childhood home-for a funeral
I sniffed around some old stomping grounds...
the "monkey trail" was an overgrown path that led to the baseball fields
next to the tracks where the trains used to run
the first sign of a dying town, is to nick it in the vein
the trains had long ago stopped running
but i was happy the locomotive had croaked
you see that metal monster ate my puppy a long time ago.

Just around the block from my childhood home
we used to sneak over the neighbors fence 
pinch a few plumbs, juice running down our virgin mugs..
munching away the summer months...
we never once saw the faces of the "plumbers" we stole from
the tree is gone now, I wonder are the faceless "plumbers" still around.

Anyhow, the funeral went off without a glitch
the holy man was short and sweet...
I've outlived a puppy killer and an old plumb tree.

Bummed

BUMMED

Ann delivered peaches and plumbs.
Bob could only give Ann breadcrumbs.
Ann’s fruit very sweet.
Bob’s crummy crumbs cheat.
Why does Ann’s fruit only draw bums?

7/6/2017
Limerick

Wimpole Street, Part 1 of 7

(Wimpole Street, in the West End of London,
has been the scene of many interesting events,
from the elopement of Elizabeth Barrett Browning
to The Beatles composing "Help!")

The Long, Unlovely Street

It’s such a straight and long, unlovely street,
not quite the retail zone, not quite the mouth
of Regent’s Park.  It plumbs a line north-south,
where Mayfair and more middling London meet.

Come walk with me on Wimpole, feast your eye
on blue ceramic plaques, as thick as leaves
that strew the brooks so loved by Freddie Treves,
where tall town houses shoulder out the sky!
	
Elopements, easements, songs of yesterday,
bereavements, human elephants and more:
we’ll see enchantment pour from every door, 
and find a little help along the way.

Where legal precedent meets Mersey Beat,
come tramp the straight and long, unlovely street.

Ever Beguile

Ever Beguile

None of you will I ever beguile
Could not find it to be my style
About a person was insinuated
Poor behavior so we have hated.

Was even read in current news
About how others he will abuse
And always take advantage of
When what we need is much love.

Misrepresent those with handicap
Between each ear represent gap
Lack of knowledge or any feeling
No wonder we are hitting ceiling.

You should see news sky rocket
He has our plumbs in every pocket
Never knew what was his game
Four more years of the same.

I won't bother to mention his name
like a popular actress failed to do also.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Phantasmagoria

Clear garish winds’ ascent grew plumbs renowned
Enunciating deftly to my heart:
If yon soot night inebriates the crowned,
No Lawyer can persuade a fire part.
Mere pigeons love blood in God’s tapestry,
Demure lungs and wrong idea atriums
Absolvent till Noon, their brewed majesty
Thwarts Edelweiss e’en to Chrysanthemums.
Dim cores all fight the luring sword of grace
Devout as Time sunk in an ink-tipped quill.
Touché, relaxing, elegant Lovelace:
Gore Kinderheim, by Night caress the ill.
The madness sways croon lig’ments by the shore,
For dances do all mired hearts censure.

• Short Plumbs Poems
• Famous Plumbs Poems
• Best Plumbs Poems
• Read Plumbs Poems
• Long Plumbs Poems
• Plumbs Quotes