Short Plat Poems

a double parrilada
beef empanados
chimchurri chips
morcilla pudding
dulce de leche ice cream
provlone
cheese!...

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An elaborate Fish dish
Served with Lemon, Lime
Accompanied with Sorbet
A Salad Garnish
Butter, Cream, and Bread
Rice, Pasta
Wine!...

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Sweet corn & haddock chowder
Onion millefeuille
Pheasant breast in mushroom sauce
Poppy seed bread roll
with fennel butter
Plat au jour
d'hui...

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Madam.Way palu oray A.
Palu.Nahi anda kuri yawa.
Madam.Ami kithay way.
Palu.Teri kus day vich ay.
Madam.Abu kithay way.
Palu.Teri bund vich ay.
Madam.Wya karwa lay.
Palu.Apni kuri paish kar.
Note.(kutti kamini kanjri).
Rondi plat vechan nu(222)...

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Plotters- plat- platters a drip of drop!
plop-plop-plop the dripping raindrop.
Purplish splash on mud and mire-
Clapping rain drop put out the fire!

Purring rain of dripping drops
against the water and greenery tree tops.
Perfect symphany of the falling rain-
Plotters-plat-platters a dripping rain....

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Thank

Each drop

April’s rain 

Releases to

You


Drops

Resound

Off flooded

Potholes, with a 

Splat


(Lanterne/Acrostic)


Mar. 17, 2019
Light Up The Page 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May...

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Up 
    in the sky
on thermals
riding high,
                     a kite;
Out
      from below
looking  to and fro,
three sleepy
                      dormice;
High
         in a tree,
so,so hungry
nestlings,one,two
                      and three,
Straight,
               to their door
today's plat du jour
live rodents
                      galore...

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A letter to you
Dear daughter of mine,
  Please don't cry! Please don't ask why.
For I have gone to heaven to plat my banjo. For the great Bill Monroe.
It will be not a song of sorrow that I play tomorrow.
For I will play on the stage with a lady named Patty Page.
I will not play to bitter, but with the great Tex Ritter.
So the music you hear in the sky will not make you cry.
For God only wants me to play my banjo.
   Love,
      Your dear old dad....

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(Jingle Bells Tune)

Dashing through the trees
With squashed bugs on my knees
I cannot wait to go
To the bathroom in the snow
So many stupid kids
Ignore their great parents
And do what they were told not to do
Which was eat the yellow snow.

Ding ding dong.
Ding ding dong.
Running to French Woods.
Catch some air
Change your underwear
We got a way to go-ho
Plat plat plee
Plat plat plee
Welcome to French Woods
Catch a breeze
And would you please
Stop eating the yellow snow....

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