Short Plonk Poems

If someone calls you a plonker, plonk them on their bean
They're not being nice so my advice, mess em up, make a scene
But be sure to clean up the blood
Learned this from my British bud
Else you'll be involved with a fellow inmate, a ex-marine named Jean...

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Drink it
Imbibe it
Slurp it
To some it's the devils liquid
To others it hides their pain
To a few it's money down the drain

Plonk
Never makes you drunk
Posh
Over priced flop

Drink and forget the world around you
Ponder the demons that inhabit you
Don't let this substance ruin you...

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deep as, 
subtle as the water,
under the lake of frozen time,
ask not what is that ding,
don't listen to that ring,
hear the bloody Angels sing?
bell a tinkle,
is it mine? 
sorta....
its fine...
plonk or wine?
benzadrine just aint my thing,
talk to you another time.

Don

re: "The Great Swan" 
Debbie Duncan...

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Bang      Bang
Clang     Clang
Plop       Plop
Drip       Drop
Boom     Boom
Zoom     Zoom
Clomp    Clomp
And        Stomp
Honk      Honk
Plink       Plonk
Knock     Knock
And        Rock
Tap        Tap
Rap        Rap
Shout     Shout
And        Holler
Bell        Bell
Ring       Ring
Whisper  Whisper
THEN SING!...

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The drop of blood hit the clear
water exploding, dispersing 
like smoke in air. A second 
drop then a third in the same 
manner, my very being drains
before my eyes. Plink, plonk,
the waters hue now a subtle
shade of pink, deeper with 
every droplet. I now gaze that 
rouge reflection and think to
myself, it's about time I put
a new razor blade in this razor....

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Listen to poem:

Raindrops on window
coalesce to create rivulets, 
that run down the window pane.

They are like teardrops, 
which emanate from pain deep within, 
and which run down the face,
leaving snail trails that glisten, 
showcasing the ache and suffering amassed.

Seldom do these drops
free-fall on a chute,
but when they do
they splatter with
a splish, splosh, plonk
and shatter,
leaving a spray pattern
as clear evidence on the ground....

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Into the little pond I jump.....Landing with a noisy… plonk
Legs go up…… legs go down
I can go like this all day…. Treading water all the way.

Now you see me ....now you don’t
Who am I….can you say ?
Here’s a clue … to help you  find your way.

I change color frequently…to blend in with the scenery
Can you guess who I am ?
Think…… Geddup.…..Think.
A little tadpole learning how to swim.
                                                            See my grin?...

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A long wait in vain
Leaves me lost in rain-refrain,
Plonk, plonk… and long wait,

Back to whence began,
Back to day-dreaming again,
Life, what else but wait!
___________________________ 
Haiku |27.06.2021| 

Poet’s note: Monsoon has been for ages in many parts of the world a keenly awaited season in a year. And the anxiety for a timely rain is understandable; a monsoon lover like me included. This Haiku is an outcome of one such wait, a day-dream bordering on hallucination....

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