Short Plugging Poems

ceasing striving, plugging energy leak ~
we become the flame, we set out to seek...

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All I need is time 
all I need is money 
to find happiness 
and what I want to do in life
 until then I keep working where I am 
plugging away 
one day at a time...

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This is MY 1812 Overture, count em 1812 lims
Stop me when you've had enough, I'm filled to the brim
Didn't plan this stuff
Flows out my butt
Tried plugging it, blasted out clear up to my chin...

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Bringing undesirable to book, 
on irregularities for the look, 
exposing acts of crook and hook. 

plugging out loopholes, 
erecting pillars and poles, 
making a determined score. 

Remedying, 
nursing bruised soles, 
overhaul to the core 

©Luckson Mupakamiso 2017...

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Camaro
                                Sleek, fast
                       Racing, flirting, streaking
                 Sexy, fine, cumbersome, chunky,
                    Plodding, plugging, inching,
                     Serviceable, dependable
                               Minivan...

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Men have great ideas in bed,
Including when they're duly wed,
Why is that, do you ask?
Plugging into a genius is the task!
The woman of the day, of course,
Love is an incredible force,
Inspiration, creation,
Can lead to innovation,
Plugging into a genius is the quest,
Women can handle it the best!...

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plugging energy leak
we see we’re strong not weak
the ‘we’ we allude to
is bliss that does renew
pervading every cell
in this body-mind shell

so as God’s magnetism
in this organic prism
as bliss beats take the lead 
fears and desires recede
thus we become the flame 
here now in life’s end game...

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You reside behind my eyeballs,
but you most enjoy paralyzing my fingertips.
You feast on the thought-clots 
plugging my brain.
You see what I once saw
because you watch what is stolen from me,
as I desperately grasp at what
was digested long ago.
When will my mind be freed?
When will my imagination be reborn?...

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the guru resides just below the crown
conjoined so to speak, He is one with God
He guides our path plugging energy leak
cajoling our heart to give love a nod

we are the universe, all is within
knowing we are That, we cannot be this
with this recognition we breathe slowly
invoking grace that form be filled with bliss...

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Conduit of the human spirit
I forced hope into the cord
Draining the tears of
The lost and abandoned
Plugging into outlets
Of forgotten promise
Forcing their light
Onto the dark barren screen
Charging into what 
I had charged over before
  —crossing the line
  —crossing the line

(Villanova Post Office: January, 2015)...

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The reasons why ink’s sometimes bled
do not always have to be said,
but here is the gist:
this helps climb the list
of grinders, some live and some dead.

Some feel that last line’s in poor taste,
would likely prefer it erased.
But it’s really quite stellar
for a crusty old feller
whose childhood ’twas spent eating paste....

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Time is an absent father
who doesn't show any loyalty
for anything under the sun
in the blink of an eye
it dashes away like a sprinter
faster than it first came by
never stopping, never turning back
never sacrificing, never making excuses
it keeps plugging away at the speed of a UFO
like capturing a shooting star on the lens of a telescope
that will never stand still...

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What do I eat
The same things on repeat
What to do
Should I have a strew?

What should I pursue
What will it ensue
Nothing seems to change
Its all so strange

I even complain
Always the same
 
The weather changes
Talking to strangers
Sometimes it can help
Confusion I've been dealt

I have an idea
It's all so unfair
I'll keep plugging along
Maybe sing a song!...

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This fashion is in, that one is out
    narrow waists with baggy knees
  Wide lapels and razor-thin ties
    Who knows what will be

  Slicked-back ducktails 
    top off muscle t-shirts
  hoping to attract
    coy smiles from a skirt

  My friend and I dress real dumb
    bowling shirts plugging Bazooka-Joe gum
  The girls see us, giggle, and flee
    Who knows what will be...

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Knowing by becoming, what’s there to say,
about the way love’s appeal makes us feel,
the komorebi dance of a sun ray,
frolicking in the void with zest and zeal,
yet choosing before God in heart to kneel?
The staff of power within magnetised
with Holy Spirit, truth thus realised,
simply upon plugging energy leak,
as living light in this form crystallised,
we see we’re he we had set out to seek....

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Halfway through the ice,
she grasped
the crumbling edge
of her fear.

"Mummy will be mad,"
she thought.

The strangling water
plunged into her open mouth,
like a black snake -
forever plugging her throat.

Her mother whistled,
as she baked a birthday cake
for her daughter.

The knock at her front door
was tentative, yet overheard,
by the little girl,
who by now,

was not to be seen
on any map.

...

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It started out of curiosity
this friendship became a priority

through months of nurturing
many days of cluttering 

complications aside
we are still side by side

making lightweight of every obstacle
in our aim to grow nothing is oracle

no one believed it would work
little did they know that God's hands were at work

plugging and tugging
molding and forming

complications aside
He is still on our side......

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no one stood up and said what was right
or pointed out what was wrong
we kept to ourselves, plugging away at our jobs
none of us realizing the real job
is to uplift and help others

we soon became the oppressed, the put upon, the picked on
we wanted desperately to be rescued, to be heard, to be freed
but no one pointed out what was wrong
they kept to themselves
ignoring our plight
and so we suffered
as we had let others suffer before us....

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Some days I don’t feel that inspired;
Perhaps I am down or just tired.
It could be the blues
Or maybe my muse 
Has gotten too old and retired.

Still, I will keep plugging away
Since there’s still quite a lot I can say.
With my pencil in hand
Words are at my command 
So I’ll lasso a few to come stay.

Then I tame them and get them in line
‘Til the rhymes and the rhythms entwine.
The results that I seek,
With a tug and a tweak,
Might be what I’ll be proud to call mine....

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Where did my paint brushes go? Asked the mole.
I will help you look said the crescent moon, once so whole.
I see them but I am keeping it a secret said McPink.
He liked seeing the boot way up high, on the sink.

Why would I have used the boot? The artist said with surprise.
Did not realize it was his wife who put them there while making pies.
They can stay there, his wife said “then they are not plugging up the sink.”
Good idea said the fifties refrigerator, aptly named Mr. McPink....

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We felt we had been to lied,
since boons we sought were denied
but since our heart was not pure,
this was God’s way to censure.

To imbibe the pulse divine,
nodes within form must align
with love, feeling not thinking;
our awareness, unblinking.

To be as such, thoughts must cease,
that with no demons to please,
ego cravings die in time
and then we heavenward climb.

Transfixed in the cosmic hum,
doing nothing we become
the light we set out to seek,
by plugging energy leak....

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