skip-ploss-1
American
Why Poemasabi? It's a name I've used since I started writing poems. It's a modification of a gamertag I've used for years. Behind that curtain I am still Skip Ploss. / / I consider myself more of an impressionistic poet because I don't spend hours working and reworking a poem. Most are written in under five minutes, capturing the thought at the moment it spills from my head. I do make alterations, sometimes months later. If that changes your "like" of a poem I edit, I sincerely apologize. I tend to like what I call "Mathematical Poems", that is, poem forms dictated by numbers. / / Other poetry can be found at: / poemasabi.blogspot.com / poemasabiagu.blogspot.com / Twitter: @poemasabi
Pokey plants
Awakened ants
Hopping bunny
Snow goes runny
Away go the mittens
With love, birds are smitten
I love the spring, it is so fun
Although all the pollen can make my nose run.
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 3:55 PM UTC
No legs
A forked tongue smells
Lives in woods, deserts, and seas
They come from eggs laid by their mother
Scare me
Mar 22, 2022
Mar 22, 2022 at 10:19 PM UTC
The Cardinal bird is quite showy
It really stands out when it's snowy
Though the female's not red
There's a touch on her head
It's really a sight when it's blowy
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 7:54 PM UTC
You are not large
you're kind of small
for a hawk you'd be no meal at all
perhaps that's why
when feeder's filled
you're the first
back where the seed has spilled
before the Jay
before the sparrow
before woodpecker
with beak long and narrow
among the birds
you stand quite tall
as it appears
you've no fear at all.
Mar 16, 2022
Mar 16, 2022 at 11:01 PM UTC
I worry I may be a troll
Some kind of smart assy funny web bot
For when social "friends" get on a roll
I fire back when I probably should not
See, though I'm a fighter
and will pull an all nighter
I'm sure my points will never be got
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
Not unlike that famed giant of ancient Greek fame
but fatter and orange and blowing hot air
is a stupid and hateful fat elf with faked hair
So the beckoning torch woman snuffs out her flame
As the elf king through policy blots out her name
one pudgy small hand throws her crown to the surf
while the other one brutishly grabs through her skirt
While forgetting from whence his own ancestors came
"Pushed from my pedestal" in anguish cries she
Then sobs , "Keep safe the tired and poor
the non-white masses yearning safe to be
the suff'ring children washed up on the shore
save them as then the whole wide world will see
My light is gone thus slams the golden door."
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
After two long days
of water skiers
and screaming kids on floaty things
skipping across the surface at high speed
behind motor boats
both big and small
loud and not so
of plump sun reddened revelers
sprawled on pontoon boats
playing loud music
drinking
48 hours of fishing lines
and hooks hanging at various depths
in anticipation of fish that may never come
of jetskis
that streak across the water
like water skeeters on *******
After all of that
a five day weekend
to rest in the sun
to let things settle
A long weekend for the lake.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 9:09 AM UTC
I am 20 1st Avenue
Just as I am also St. Albans Drive
Old Stamford Road
Whitney Avenue
and a little Albermarle
But 20 1st Avenue is where I learned
How to make snow forts, big ones
and pillow forts that filled a living room
It's where I saw that if you plant a little tree
and hang around long enough
that you will have a great big tree
that drops black walnuts
So that you can caution your kids kids
that the walnuts can turn your skin black if you're not careful
It's where I learned what a Woolworths was
and that they sold plastic army men
with mortars, radios and M16s
by the bag for a dollar
nobody wanted the mortar or radio guy
Its where I learned what a honest to God toy store was
and because of that,
who Mr. Potato Head was.
It's where I learned about nuts
still in shells
and how to open them
with a crank nutcracker
or a little hammer
and how to get the meat out
with a lobster pick.
But most of all I learned
what a grandma was
that old people could be great fun
that they knew cool stuff
that they might allow you to do things your parents wouldn't
and that they could keep secrets
then finally
that they weren't forever
but their shadows in your life
were.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 8:31 AM UTC
There are few things more satisfying
than watching a lone mosquito
furiously trying to drill
baby, drill
circling the drill site
pushing and pushing
Do mosquitos sweat?
on the roof
of your car.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
Oh you can try.
You can be conversational
matter of fact
learned
and
unemotional
about the subject
But I do know the why
the reason
the motivation
behind your attempt at marginalization
of what was accomplished
by those who worked together
to create something magical
and succeeded beyond all expectations
surpassing your project
but in your mind only
Those who worked so hard together
don't hang in anticipation of your praise
So they'll be fine
and proud of what they achieved
So, want to know a secret?
The others in the room
listening to you
know what you're doing too
and
in the end
you don't come off learned
to anyone at all
But appear as just a sad little jealous man.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC