Short Plunk For Poems

boats
paddle
circles twine
loons serenade 
row

fish
sinkers
plunk circles
bobs dance fishes
hooked ...

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Descending acorns 
Now under a hunters moon 
Falling with a plunk 



(Haiku Me Some Nature, Please contest ) 
Written by Laura McKenzie...

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keys
plunk
stroking
ivory
melody awakes
our bodies sway rhythmically


Contest Twenty/ Twenty
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
*Twenty syllables above...

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There once was a monk named Cur Plunk
Who frequently strayed from his bunk
He claimed he was drunk
And stunk like a skunk
'til his hunk of a trunk had shrunk...

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Trump went to the golf course today 
But nobody wanted to play
When someone yelled, "Fore!"
Trump thought they yelled, "Whore!"
And proudly stood in the ball's way...

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Chink! One quarter in the machine ...
Crank! Crank! Crank!
Gumballs tumble ...
Plunk! ... I got one! ... Open the door.
Why was it always ...
Never the color I wanted?...

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I once met a man who claimed he was sober 
At a beer drinking party, late October 
He was as drunk as a skunk 
He fell down and yelled- Ca 'plunk! 
Thought it best I called him an Ober...

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Monkeys
In trees

Eating
Berries

Berries
Make drunk

Monkeys
Ker plunk

Rolling
On ground

Stand up
Fall down

Sleep off
Drunk state

Monkeys
Mistake

23rd March 2017...

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There was a wee orphaned lad named Kerplunk
Poor kid wore clothes to school that always stunk
   The principal despaired
   Asked, 'Kerplunk, don't you care?'
Said Plunk: 'What if your new parents were skunks?'...

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Listen to poem:

A mere mortal
I am to AI.
A demi tasse slurp,
a tiny thought bubble,
blowing in the wind,
pieced to pop with puny plunk,
just a pip spat out.
My brain drained to a pitiful 
paltry piddle, into
the insatiable sea 
of AI's knowledge bank....

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I like the rain
And its effortless thoughts
That plunk down on plastic furniture 

Sleeping cars
Grimacing pedestrians
Interrupting your Sunday hair

And how we scatter away
In our silly ways, like ducks on a pond
Instead of drinking 
The world...

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There stands the rowan tree
Older than mother bird a-nesting in her boughs
Tall she stands, to catch the breeze
That whispers through her locks o’ green
That be crowned by many a berry
Then as she shivers at the gust
Little berries go plunk upon her toes
Covering the floor at her feet...

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plink and plunk

like rain of a small

caliber rifle on

a metal roof

and then a large

discharge from

a barrel that

unlike a sprinkle

of rain tears

a cloud apart

with such lightning

and thunder that

it leaves little doubt

of the commitment

of its intention...

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Blue gills, catfish, screen door, slam.
Cloth hat, fish lures, summer, ma’am.
Laughter, echo, lake plunk, jam.
Lying in the sun with my cousin Cam,
Pretending to sleep, but it is a sham.
Comfy and cosy in the warm sand,
Listening to the kids, happy I am.
Bird swoop, blue sky, summer, damn!...

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The harlot maples crimson tipped nails
tap, drum, strum, and plunk;
at Aprils blasted blue sky.
Raking a wind born trail 
across skeletal palms
and forearmed branches,
in a come-hither dance;
reawakening the cerulean stratus 
above the dense sugar maple forest.
Sap taps a tune into tin buckets;
and, so, Spring is sprung....

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I love it when they carry them in kicking and screaming
Plunk them down and then leave 
me alone with them

I am not a candy bar
I am not a piece of gum
I am not a birthday cake
I am not a magician
Sometimes I get frustrated 

Because they think I can handle it
Even if I can 
is it fair that
I always have to?...

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The shape had fallen a minute amount when I saw it,
Ringed it was.
The sight reminded me of a stone
Dropping into the watre,
Seen from beneith,
It was defuseing into the surroundings
With the trail it seemed to be leaving.....
......Ripples of pinks
A peeking form,
Fields blooming yellow
     awaiting the bees,
Ranged over to inside,
Self to even over....

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"What are you doing?"
The answer comes back "youtube"
A TABOO subject

My mind doth BOGGLE!
Internet failure pending
The switch goes KER PLUNK

5 SECOND RULE then
TROUBLE from upstairs, GUESS WHO?
Some AGGRAVATION

"Can we play a game"
SORRY am I HEARING THINGS
The MOUSE TRAP snaps shut

Despite the small RISK
As I SCRABBLE for face time
LIFE continues on...

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Being a dragon hoarder is now work at all
I collect tidbits of aluminum foil, rolled and tall
I have boxes and bags full of things from the mall
Items also I have found in a bathroom stall

Being a dragon hoarder is what I do best.
I bring stuff home, and plunk it down in my nest.
I collect wings, feathers, animals, especially little mice.
Who grow up and reproduce, so isn’t that nice?...

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Just in time for Halloween
 a big, black cheshire cat
 tip toes along the tips of the fence.
A balancing act
 executed with expertise and precision
 in every cautious step.
Until
 my dog, the guardian of the yard
 spots and challenges the talented display.
Then
 plunk, slip, plop, scatter, thrash, run.
The cat is gone
 with only the echoing bark
 of the guardian's voice
in failed pursuit....

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Rosco usually dives in the ocean right away.
Today he sits on the edge of the sea with a plunk.
Dorothy usually flies into a wave head first.
She follows Rosco’s lead.
Daintily dipping in one toe.
He waits expectantly.
She knows if she plunges, he will too.
Ready to save her at a second’s notice.
He has been her protector since she was a baby.
She takes a dive, and he hits her foot with his nose....

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February 14th.
Fifty three degrees.
What? Get out your bikini.
Kick off those shoes.
It is time to break out the Koolaid.
Plunk in the ice cubes. 
Use Grandma's aluminum glasses
The ones from the 50's that keep things cold.
Where is my surfboard?
My swimsuit coverup?
My suntan lotion?
My thongs?
Grandma! Giggle. Giggle. "You WEAR thongs!"
Sure do, I say proudly, holding up my flip flops.
Confusing them every time....

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i don't mean to come hard, but that's my dog, last night-drunk as a skunk at the local bar, they hollered, let's take him home he live right down the street..um like oh no yawl, where's my dog,  at the house my dog is looking at me like, take yo drunk self to bed . that morning i am awakened by  a loud woof-woof at my door and a loud ka-plunk of his dog pan dropping on the floor and i know what this is for.. i want some mo sleep, but that's mah dawg yawl....

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Went with the kids to the blueberry farm,
Everyone ready to pick.
Armed with a bucket, we wandered the rows 
But somehow our luck ran out quick.

For nary a berry on nary a bush,
Except some real tiny and tart.
The kids pulled a few, they went plunk in the pail;
We were off to a not-so-great start.

The season is ending this weekend, we heard;
I guess that explains our dumb luck.
We'll settle for strawberries that, in the store,
We managed, when shopping, to pluck....

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Hollyhock princess leans on a mushroom to flirt.
The mushroom is bashful, he hides a bit in the dirt.
What is her name? whispers his interested cousin McWhirt.
Not sure, says the mushroom, but she is drooling on my shirt.

She can drool on my shirt anytime McWhirt says with a wink.
She can uproot me, scrub me, and plunk me down in a sink.
I am going to give her full eye contact until I see her blink.
princess did not notice at all, she had fallen in love with a frog named Fink....

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