Short Plied Poems
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...clumsy crescent heaved a sigh,
on the lawn callous clouds plied,
waving sewn stars by and by...
'21:01:04:20:40
Note: Of nosy nature.
lies plied between us
the glue beneath our veneer
secrets behind smiles
12/26/18
walls crawling
inside out
Escher etching
fingernail grout
staring at stares
plaid throughout
plied and played
guts splayed out
wailing away
in bars in stout
RIGHTS & DUTIES
(t)o (u)nder
(b)e (f)uture
(a)plied. (o)bligations
only if duties
(a)re
(a)ctioned
(a)lso
An imp plied Guinness to a Banshee trick
The wraith in anger gave him chase right quick,
After her gold he did dig
The Leprechaun danced a jig
But lost her rich hoard in a Limerick.
I was a young girl from New York
And I plugged my hole with a cork
A young boy plied me with beer
The cork it did pop
My knickers did drop
And that is why you are here
(Thanks to my fondness for pork)
Touch with me the new draw
and obfuscate new hope
Darkened clouds will be
your new mistress
riding high on the celestial plain
She skims her eyes on you
like a piled cumulus
waiting for the dry bones of winter
Hawking pillows and pea-shooters
a pied-piper his path to fame plied
Picking up a penny here, dropping a penny there
ever-poorer and poorer ~
the piper’s psychic sighed
If only you two knew
What we had gone through
It would explain my actions
My words would make more sense
If you hadn't built those borders
Plied them down on us three
You would know so much more
It makes me wonder why
You wonder
Form:
Pugnacious Pete was his Pseudonym
Pete Plied Pugilism in the gym
Though Pete Prayed to Phix his Plight
Poor Pete seldom won a Phight
Pete's Phighting career was looking grim!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Sorrow ought to be private;
So I buried it deep down.
But in no time, it plied up one over the other;
And now the hole that my teeny tiny heart has;
Is silently wailing in agony.
It was a bright initiation of us;
But in a glance, everything faded away.
So this is what; we end as we begin.
While all night queens carve figurines in gelatine and jade,
Behind a door and on the floor a deal is finally made;
A painted girl with flaxen curl has plied again her trade
And now the care within her stare has turned a darker shade.
Her lack of guile and parting smile are cutting like a blade.
The boat plied along an emerald sea
The only noise the lapping so gently
The white sail set by a puff of breeze
As our love’s gentle sigh would please
You trailed your hand in the sea
And the gulls wheeled as we could see
I told a joke and you loudly laughed
A perfect day again we wished would last.
© Paul Warren Poetry
callous crimson crept
etching crisp crest
hanky' surges sworn
plied pulpy pawn
dark dribbles reincarnated
rusty reels cremated
felon flames moan
cussing cupped clone
bruised biddings thrown
loquacious wind wielded
spanked saucy shredded
hewn syllables welded
tuned taunted tiers
of the fire.
'20:04:03:18:54
Note: Of The Fire.
callous crimson crept
etching crisp crest
hanky' surges sworn
plied pulpy pawn
dark dribbles reincarnated
rusty reels cremated
felon flames moan
cussing cupped clone
bruised biddings thrown
loquacious wind wielded
spanked saucy shredded
hewn syllables welded
tuned taunted tiers
of the fire.
'20:04:03:18:54
Note: Of The Fire.
Jesus was not an engineer,
Or a captain of a ship.
He was not a politician,
Nor a store did he keep.
He was not a professor
In a university of that day.
He was not a soldier,
Nor a lawyer’s role did he play.
He was a lowly carpenter,
Who with patience plied his trade.
No antique available today is worth
As much as the things that he made.
like heaven's eyes
seeped'n felon fire
hoisted heats hanker
dripping damp dissolvent
feeble flesh sighs
under brutal bite
same moaning melody
punctured passion pricks
reeling rusty rhythm
her eerie eyes
monstrous mystery plied
like fire smirks
fostered feeling's wood
burnt into nude.
'20:02:03:04:52
~Note~ See her only causes commotion.
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Everything is a microcosm, like Matryoshka dolls nested.
Pass-a-parcel wrapped, layer on layer, with meanings to be divested.
Solution begets problem after problem en-wrapped, trussed and tied.
Resolution confronted by endless piles of issues, stacked high-plied
Inside each doll, another doll with doll inside, inside.
Each an epitome, a microcosm to be cracked and defied.
gaunt path gnawed
heaving hampered awe
sassy zeal seeped'n
felon furnace spree
masticated moans yawned
bruised bridge's pawn
airy atmosphere amputated
trailing alakazam taunted
gloom's gored lips
voluptuous asunder vied
punctured pulses plied
raged reels' wiles
fate fostered boundary
smothered silhouettes merry.
'20:05:08:19:29
Note: Of screwed survival.
Elizabeth: squat river with cranes, tugs, wharfs abristle,
Its broad, deep-dredged breadth plied by warship and merchant mammoth,
Ships with haughty grandeur gliding along buoyed channel—
Lofty titans sneering down on collier, barge, sloop at sail
And, on fog-bound nights, soothing sleepers with moans baritone.
November 21, 2016
Form-River Line-Poetry Contest
Rick Parise, Sponsor
The lucid maze
Figures on to fathom
The broad pillars plied
With wisdom and there
Weep
They little know
The Pain that's there
That gave the light
And took the
Shame
To have seen
And not to know
Do they really
Understand my Father's
Rain?
He takes to give
And we call him
A thief...!!
Only those who hold on
Weep
They gain who give
Who know His rain and
Losing all in lucid maze
The light
Win!
This heart although not torn
Is pulled in every fashion
A muscle aching fiercely
From such unexpected action
From years of idle thumping
To this titillating burst
If I knew your kiss was coming
I would have stretched it first
It appreciates the strain
As in my chest and marriage
It is fighting to remain
I trust use will make it stronger
For it will not be denied
You satiate it's hunger
On you it must be plied.
An adventurous boy saw a stone
deep in the lake, smooth and shining
“I must feel that stone today”, he said
He swam with lunatic enthusiasm
and straight he climbed on the thing
his dream was immediately broken
the smooth sea stone was not a stone
It rose up and flashed its ugly teeth
a hippo, big, hungry and tired it was
He called creator, ancestors and all
the poor boy ran, flew, swam, plied
but the hippo closed in as if biting
Defenceless am I
In a world without pity
Parading my shame
As I walk through the city.
An outcast am I
In my chosen life
So different from those
Who are taken to wife.
Too late to repent
I must act out the play,
Descend one step lower
With each passing day.
The stamp of my calling
Cannot be denied
Forever I’m doomed
To the trade I have plied,
And yet do I sigh
For what might have been
Had the follies of youth
Not ended the dream.
We did come through the
same old gate
My friend and foe, we plied
that road
But look I loom tall you are
short
You stand brave I don't--
difference!
Weep not as you learn I
choose north
To your south or east to
your west
Some eggs cannot turn into
chicks
Some trees do not give any
fruit
I would rather bake my own
bread
Than let another guide my
way
For how we fall is never
same
In means or place, and time
or day.