Short Plying Poems

wreck-covering
on their relation-ship

refresh-meant
re-versing

wreck-oiling
re-plying

predict-able
reason-ability

and un-real-eye-able
ration-ale


stan sand...

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INTRODUCTION


My caricature is outlined
In the jar of vocabulary

On the edge of expression 
I tear into existence

Plying limits 
Self imposed

Exposing me
Composing me...

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Our old canal is in decay
The water rank and brown
So different from its yesterday
When, with barges plying up and down,
Was the life blood of this market town.


One English Quintain...

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Retirement ain't all it's cracked up to be
Finding things to occupy my mind is key
Like chasing young fillies
Plying them with lilies
And watch them melt and stroke my goatee...

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Visiting The Past
6/23/2018
Tom

My past, I liken, 
To a previously sung song;

It’s never changed, 
Since bidding me, so long;

It’s difficult to enjoy,
My new song of today;

When I’m plying the old one,
With a cozy place to stay;
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Poets often pontificate
In their particular poems
By punching words into 
Pre-determined form

Plying on rhyming
Placing their phrases 
In perfect presentation
With proper punctuation

Perhaps to receive 
A few platitudes
Possibly some praise
For its perfection...

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This is not really me
Merely smoke and mirrors
Plying a day job
That pays the bills
The me
I see
Dissected into ribbons cleverly disregarded
Like a modern day beetle
Imagining all the people
Who have heard the news today and chosen to stay
Sometimes the clothes do not fit the father...

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Listen to your soul strains
Dreamtime moves through your pain


Listen well to your mood
Meaning frames feeling good


Listen to your story
Prompting into soft spree


Listen to your soul reach
Plying here each to each




Leon Enriquez
03 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT...

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Blue marble in space

     On your vagabond journey

          Through the galaxy

              Plying your eternal bourne

                   Please avoid those asteroids

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Entry for Francine Robert's "Blue" Contest...

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Plying depravity from a string of unblemished guile,
Candor and virtues put on trial.
Mute complications hang the impassive jury,
Corrupt verdicts subjugate while the ingenuous worry.
Grasping for lone echos left by forgiveness and mercy,
Abolish authenticity with fallacy bred controversy....

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The Vessel

Inquiry aims to discover
The vessel of our voyage
The ship on which
We have stood thus far..
We have seen many lands
And had many loves
But inquiry asks now
What is this vessel
On which we stand
And have stood so long..
Only to now recognize
A sinking and a rising
Of our real Vessel
Plying infinite seas......

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lusty lips loaning
punctured passion pruning
hoisted pairs hankering
drooping damped drips
ace tactic tiers
gulped gaunt tears

pulpy passion plying
per lips lurching
turbulent war whooshing

bounty boobs blushing
ferocious fingers fiddling
damped bridges puking

lusty lips lurching
clipped bodies crunching.
     19:11:24:09:26...

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reviving rusts revamping 
frolic feigning feasts
damped desires drooping 
mystic mists moaning 
puked passion plying 
tactic tier tucking 

sour scrunched smoothened
pleasant parks heightened 
dark dances darkened

fiery flames simpering
mocking mystic mists
towering; twigs twisting 

archaic aura blending 
brooding base bleeding. 
     19:11:15:10:25...

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When I would no longer fathom the fall
Nor listen to the veery's soulful call, 
When I would not see blossoms spread their fare
Alongside grass lichens and maidenhair; 

When in lasting peace and bliss I shall lie
Sedately watching this world plying by, 
That I couldn't in the maddened race of life 
I would from the portals of death enjoy.
         ***********...

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Fey King knelt to me.
Hearts engraved with oak leaves
Songs of fires and green rosaries
Bands of merchants plying their wares
Queens ascending toward mountains glen
Scenes of battle and quests of yore
Live contention favors from source
Cosmic gardens Love branching forth
Trees connecting roots deep in the earth
Stars descending fall from the sky
Open secret I never die.
...

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Simulacra
	
	
	Fused,
	skeleton within skeleton,
	bone cage
	responding roughly to injury,
	fingers fingers plying her chest
	plying her chest,
	smothering,
	veils,
	the misery of simulacra,
	no tender circumstances,
	only wounded time,
	violent little acts,
	the smell of revelation,
	no salvation. 

 http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2013/06/the-mystery-of-the-second-skeleton/309305/...

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i ride to work four days a week
one hour each way.
i don’t like it
but i take the ride.
jerry springer is on the t.v. nightly
i don’t like it
but i watch.
somewhere in between…
of aryan dreams
black power screams
brown men plying in trade
mobile laboratories
moon over the mesas
the valley stretched out below
mountainside condos
trailer park bimbos
babies still die in the ghetto....

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From beyond the grave, I scoff

I've earned my place in history.

Such wicked deeds I carried off,

Yet still remain a mystery.

My hunting grounds were alleyways

Where I spent productive nights,

Plying my trade, my art, my skills,

Murder, and it's dark delights.

Never were you close to me,

Not a sign nor track.

You had no clue who I was,

So you all just called me Jack....

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yearning years yawned
plying punctured pawn
voluptuous vein shriek
taking taunted tier
porous passion perforated
hoisted hankering hibernated

callous conspiracy crowed
gaunt crest cloned
feeble flesh flown

bounty blitzkrieg bruised
dark dribbles drooled
perfidious age pruned

sumptuous syllables seeped'n
crumbling cruising creed.
     '20:04:05:11:51

Note: Of Kanta Roy, a fellow poet, a distant mother....

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Listen to poem:

Watching JJ Play with Dinosaurs 
David J Walker

The flying reptiles frighten me 
What if they come back
	What if they attack
What if a stolen egg escalates 
	Into another annihilation

The plying reptiles fascinate me 
What if feathers are lost
	What if we ignore the cost 
And act in fits of passion 

What if their leathered skin
Becomes stylish 
	Again

What if we killed them all
	For fall 
                  fashion...

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Three camels and
A whore
Worked the desert
In the heat of the midday sun

Tanned and sinewy
Plying their trade
Sleeping in 
the chill when done

Transporting goods
 Or transporting men
To them it was all the same

Never looking for more
Than the minimum wage
For something,or someone
To blame

Taking it all upon themselves
the weight of the world as a song
Carrying the sins or the goods therein
they solemnly plodded along...

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Line up the meat
According to size and flavor
Make the mistletoe appear early
Beyond its seasonal fracas
The plying and plowing is
Executed with such precision
To avoid the blame of ordinary
To be buried along with
Missionary and natural means
The lattice design that
Shapes futures
Meant for conventionality
None of which sounds
Or tastes appealing
At least for those of us
Who feel we can, we should
Mix it up every once in awhile.

(8/10/10)...

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Distance was increasing
in spewing rage.
I yearned for a solitude of desert
sand and rocks
away from musty tongues
and eros.

Counting my failed attempts
to reconcile with exits
and slant hopes.

Like an eclipsed moon
plying over the hill
to investigate a shorn lamb.
Plucking the hair from a beautiful scalp
to become a nun.

Arthritic  river brings back the waves.
Unreachable was the  crest.
Today standing alone on the summit
I watch the drop with grief....

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Snuggled close to my breast,
you stir within my arms.
And begin to wiggle,
plying your baby charms.

Your wriggling and squirming;
brings a smile to my heart.
Holding you is magic;
it has been from the start.

Hush now, my sweet angel,
there is nothing to fear.
But, I'll gently rock you
till those tears disappear.

Mommy is ecstatic,
smiling from ear to ear.
So, close those teary eyes,
and go to sleep, my dear.


(Quatrain)


5/24/2015...

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Eight ounces in a coffee cup
Sixteen ounces in a pound
Both of these are things that you
Can wrap your mind around

Super-tankers plying the seas
Hold millions of gallons of oil
And weeks and years is how we see
Our lives and the time that we toil

Sixty seconds in a minute
Twenty-four hours in a day
Everything we know and have
Is measured in this way

We can quantify everything we know,
But if I might be so bold
Is there anyone that can tell me
How much love a heart can hold?...

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