"plip" poems
Plip, plip, plop
I wonder when will it all stop
Every drop turns a darker red
As all hope are replaced with dread.
Plip, plip, plop
We need to fix this faucet
For soon we'll all drown
And sadly we are too poor for a casket.
Plip, plip, plop
Please don't pretend you don't hear
All the innocent's yawps
Pleading from the faith of your ruthless spear.
Plip, plip, plop
Alas! the streets are clean
Yet every house seems to pray
For their child to come home today.
Plip, plip, plop
I wish to live a day without fear
That the faucet won't wreck my home
Coating it with an awful besmear.
Plip, plip, plop
I just want it to stop
Pray, I do not want the past nor the present,
I just want a life that has future in it.
-a.m.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
Plip plop
Raindrop
Sliding down the window pane
Time doesn't stop
As it meets the blacktop
This liquid substance we call rain
The minutes they pass
Life's funny like that
How the world just keeps on turning
The moments, they don't last
Regardless of their impact
The clock keeps ticking, this I'm learning
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
A poem by my friend Stan Blackberg (the total ******
There are flowers standing proudly, one for each whose loved ones mourn,
Speaking out so clear and loudly, for that fateful treacherous morn,
When the aircrafts bashed them up and all their flesh got burnt & torn!
Do we honour them with killing, taking up arms to spill more blood,
Or take lesson if we’re willing, a bitter pill for common good,
Or sit unbeguiled with our faces stuffed with fattening food?
There’s no god would take such action, justify such murderous deed,
Those insane within such factions, find posthumously they heed,
It's upon such wickedosity that our nostrils froth and bleed.
Hear the painful hard earned lesson, lest their names we desecrate,
Take not slaughter as your banner making killing escalate,
And by no means forget to have a mutual **********
Place our sentries all united, shed thee not another drop,
Silence now all angry gunfire, when’s the killing ever stop.
And the blood falls from above with a loudish plip and plop.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
I.
AM.
A.
Piece of ****
Here's how i roll.
I plop the excrement, directly in the pool.
I **** on chairs,
This is where i place stool.
Plip plob drop loads,
Crenated blood cells and lymphatic drool.
Hurt my kidneys in a fight with truth the other night.
7 brutal, flooring uppercuts to the Latisimus dorsi....
I am > "this girl"
That one that's taken more hits in the face than Tyson.
The one that makes Jenna and Sunni Leone look like pre-school dropouts of ****
Guys say.
"She"
"got the,"
"best head."
She has nothing in it though.
Her brain's finished by the time words leave her lips whole.
thats as far as it gets
the words pass her **** then she falls, grab her hips.
Prepare the sword for the stone.
The one with the baby whole in her dome.
She's not good, much else.
Her black hair and wisdom lines go bout as deep as her shirt.
Depending on the day.
Pervert.
Lets do ANOTHER line.
"Oh My GOD!" "We did so much *******
Coke in cans.
Filled with whiskey flask-hand.
"This night's gunna be one to remember",
if his member is inside, that's my gender,
Blend it with all the worst intentions,
Use the worst intentions.
Stab the heart of conviction.
Tear it to tethers with tension.
Rip the strings of friendship.
Tease the knots of frayed linen,
Like its the only thing ya got.
"I am so high right now."
I forgot what earth looks like.
Probably like my town.
Only place I've been.
I'm 17 ya see.
Its the only thing you got.
You don't deserve roses, flowers, Laurels.
No trees.
No dime bags, no speed, no crying hag.
I can sure **** 25 yearolds.
Saying your better never sounded more like a lie.
Worst thing is you have that prevarication internalized.
I have a god complex...
Wanna save em all...
Can't save a ******* one...
I did lie once...
It was...
When I told you that you weren't...
A piece of ****
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
You see,
I seem to have caught
the deathly hug of hubris
I know everything
But what does it all mean?
The pleasures of life go right above my head
And time drips from my fingertips
Plip, plop, plip
I am a blip
And this hug,
Why does it make everything so sad?
Apr 26, 2022
Apr 26, 2022 at 3:52 PM UTC
The P inside lifts to shallow pools of thirst and moving pictures.
P is purpose, personality car crashes to park the private Idaho.
A sign of the cross, will not stop P.
Prove it to the pin drop puncture of ****** on heat,
insecure to many tongues dripped in keroscene pantomine.
P is pretty. P is pop. P is pandamonium. P is plucky. P is pink.
Patter, panky, pips, puddle, paraquet, puncuation.
Property is theft Parker, pity, purity, punt, plunder, *****
Past, paint, pander, pringle, puppy, pesky, pest,
petrol, patrol, pamper, pastel, plunder, pongo, plip plop.
P.................
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 3:25 PM UTC
I after-taste like french fries,
I here-now taste like gum
All minty-fresh and sparkling,
Going plip-plop on my tongue.
The fries were nice and hot,
With a crispy outer skin.
The burned my mouth a lot,
But I kept shoveling 'em right on in!
Now my tongue it kind of hates me,
And my mouth it is real sore.
So I'll get a Wendy's frosty,
'Cuz soft-serve chocolate's insta-cure!
Oct 22, 2010
Oct 22, 2010 at 9:39 PM UTC
It's hard to see the point in it!
(Perhaps it's me)
A dismal afternoon of rain,
A flask of tea.
Beside this murky river now
They sit and wait,
So statuesque and silent
Clutching tins of bait.
All week in offices they sweat
With just one wish -
For Saturday come along
So they can fish.
And now beneath the willows' fringe
They bait their hooks,
Comparing rods and reels and lines
With envious looks.
The lines that fly from whizzing reels
Fall with a plip
And drift upon the surface
Where they bob and dip.
Till, with a **** a wriggling jewel
Is winched ashore
To have its ****** brains bashed out
Upon the floor.
Jan 3, 2010
Jan 3, 2010 at 10:46 AM UTC
Windy is the day and cordial are clouds
Drifting through the sky in the month of May
The sun hides behind the dark shroud
Blazingly hot been the noon but as
Crawls it away the blues of heaven
Dimmed and wind plays like a carefree lass
Soft summer skies send their showers
****** the rain-drops dance and drizzle
Pitter patter, plip plop songs of the hour
Freshen the heavens awash all dust and heat
Soon the sun gold-drenched smiles and winks
Gentle like a kiss the air blows nippy and sweet
Me with myself swaying with summer zephyr
Sleepy thoughts drift away with woolly packs
Inner desires replenished by Mother Nature
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
the tree didn’t weep
it did sag deep down and fall to the grass tips of the lawn
the drops dripping, plip plip plop, from the tree branches to the green blades
into the ground, with the worms and bugs
that climb back up through their dug hole
and climb up the willow
to see the sun coming up that morning
on a thursday where the clouds were blue, the sky was white…
May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 6:00 PM UTC
rain in the summer
is always the best
because
the wet doesn't make you
cold.
instead,
the humidity is like
a blanket engulfing you,
hugging you close
all warm and safe
just like
your lover does
while he kisses the top
of your head
plip plip plip plip
Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 11:06 PM UTC
I am impulsive and unsure
I wonder how to wander more
I hear colors, loud and bright
I see sounds, colorful and light
I want serenity
I pretend I’m calm
I worry I’m not good enough
I cry when I am wrong
I am from the eye of a storm
I dream of the day the rain will stop
I scream to heaven, constantly mourn
I will not miss the rains’ ‘plip plop’
I whisper ‘I think I found a cure’
I am impuslive and unsure
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 11:36 AM UTC
You see dad is still mucking with my mum
you see as mum travelled to sydney on friday
dads next earth body took her first plane trip
i don’t know where, but they travelled together
you see i know this isn’t normal, well it is, it is
dad still has been sending his spirit to the campbells
to make sure on his lastlifes birthday
both him and her twin brother and their parents david and lisa
flew off on a plane trip to god knows where
david had richard to take over his role on the show
and took billy and betty on a trip to end all trips
you see dad was singing i am a tickle tickle tum tum robot
i am sending my earth body on a plane yeah this is cool man
i wanted my sons, voice right out of my other sons head, because
i don’t want anymore problems for plip, no more problems for plip
and if brian writes this, i will say your like me and mummy brian
because i don’t think they like you in that way anymore
you see as mum goes on her holiday, dad is still keeping his spirit to keep her safe
or maybe just maybe, he is trying to give his new earth body betty a chance to go on a aeroplane
you see my dad is flying over the country with my mum
singing the john denver, i am flying on a jet plane, don’t know where i will be back again
i want me and betty and leo to have a fun time, and if they want make sure the allan’s are safe
and john denver came to dad and took his song away from him
and then dad said pardon me boys, it’s the chattanooga chop choo, oh yeah
ya see dad is mucking with mum, oh yeah, they are still best friends
pardon me boys, it is the chattanooga choo choo
and as i am remembering the days when i was fat
and my mate went out with this mate while complaining about him
dad felt it was his duty to make sure, that i don’t run into any strife
and john denver said, why should you just protect the allan’s
we need to protect everyone on this land
so when your journey as betty on that jet plane of life ends
and who knows when that will be, just sit tight mrs betty campbell
and dad is back home, as usual, as betty
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
Tears roll down his face
Plip
Plop
They splatter on the ground
Crushed
Just like his hopes,
for an "us"
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 9:55 PM UTC
What a palava
Plip plop drop
the bomb has popped
Bim bam boom
the paint tin looms
Two three four
bonus at my door
Push mush gush
what a rush
Next stage for me yaay !
On I go, wait for my mates
to unlock the next gate
And to Give me a Life ...
Oh, how ironic .. bahahahaha ...
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
Though bleak,
The fight was ended in less than a week
Spit, spat, plip, plop
Heaps of crimson spew about
"I now know..."
Falling.
Crawling.
Never really in doubt.
...Truth's so close.
Savagely arises unto thy toes.
Hope Interlopes
Tipping high, nearly breaking the bone,
blistering the lungs with a howl
a shriek, a shout, a call
to all
Here and about
Crimson on the face,
the face of destiny that awaits
"Almighty guides me,
The time if it is,
Shining
let
it
glow brightly
Is not the time greatest of the Earth?
Oh! Almighty, I yearn and thirst for the return of the truth in the people
God Almighty that Guides sends
me word of all Mighty"....
Bowing down as a whisp of the winds sends unto a juxtaposition of monsoons within
Thoughts in the nimbus clouds,
clean meditation of the soul's eye,
anticipating the touch of the illuminated,
hope
that meets faith like a glyph,
a gem,
a platinum ring.
It rays with,
with
the light,
so meaningful
The love embraces
the touch,
brings
you to heavens door
adored,
ordained .
Hope winning
ends the day,
a defeat was maimed
for
the moment
for
logic lay
queries
Days
amazing.
Battle raging.
Mind a blazing.
Never truly falling.
Lord saving.
Lay about the flesh,
flowing out embers, infernos,
burgundy river,
atop
o' that
scarlet mask,
of phantom
letting goeth of the breath.
Ascends through,
thy faith
brings,
thy love,
hope
to the lands.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
Plip, plip, plop,
Drip, drip, drop
over and over
it never did stop
From the top of the tap
To the top of the bath
It tippled and drippled
And every drop dripped
It landed in ripples
Rising up to the top
Reaching the lip
The over it lopped
A Cascading flood
From a little drip drop
Jan 11, 2023
Jan 11, 2023 at 11:40 AM UTC
After the sudden
sun shower
the leaves gossip
amongst themselves
"...pl....pL. . .PL!"
stutters a rather big leaf
"...op...oP. . .OP!"
another finishes its sentence.
"...pl....pL. . .PL!"
stammers a little leaf
"...op...oP. . .OP!"
proclaims its companion.
I listen to the plip & plop
of it all
as it slithers from one
vowel to the other
waiting for it to "st...
:OP!"
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
Pitter-patter
plip-plop-ploop
rain falls on the window
Sill as, pondering invisible thoughts, you
stare out at gray weather
looking as though you yourself
once upon a time
fell from on high
like these drops of water
to soak, and saturate
my life.
My thoughts run smooth
As I regard you.
alike heavy watercolors and inks
on paper you dye me.
And when they ask
about the changing colors of my canvas.
I'll answer that raindrops
fell as I floated down
down the river of time
and so of course was soaked.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
It's raining outside
Somewhere in the depths
I feel the vibrations
Of raindrops
The plip plop
Of nature's tears
And with them
Come ghost hands
Fingers trailing
Up my sides
Scaling my skin
And then they're gone
Oh, to be alone
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
Is it a splat or a plip when a drop of water hits the ground?
The pavement is glistening and glittering
The colour of the chipped yellow on the curb is so yellow it's gold
The drops are so thick I can see the crown that forms when the water collides with the ground
The downpour sounds like crumpled parchment paper
And it smells of faded fluorite
The wind is cool and the sun is warm
My face feeling fresh and my back feeling comforted
Soles scrape along the pavement
The water adds sharpness to each step
A small ravine has formed between sidewalk slab and curb
The plops of water especially grand when they sink into the cushion of this curb ravine
And waves along the cigarette bud rafts that ride the tide
February is never this kind or warm
Bare knees and open coats are everywhere to be seen
Valentines day has gifted to all
Not just the love birds
Though they all tweet in the rays of the sun
That cast glare on my palette upon which I compose this small ode
It is a precious day to see the winter fade so quickly we can watch as it decomposes
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
Cloud cloud and only cloud
No smile let alone cool touch
Top to toe in tight control
Tight lid on all bowls
No rain drops
For the keen crops
Close to the hilltops
Just cloud like rocks
Almost a dam
A rock of refusal
To release even some grass for a lamb
Gives a **** to who I am
But then it is impossible
No **** is absolute
They are usually vulnerable
To the calls of a dark flute
Last night took place
An earthquake
Along with a depression
In the Atlantic ocean
The grip loosened
A few cool drops on the thirsty floor
Plip plop sound
In the lungs petrichor
Then followed torrential rain
Devastating passion
Rare opportunity to drown your pain
In golden dissolution
Summer will come
Summer will go
The dissolution handsome
Will ever glow
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
Drop, drap, drip, plop.
Droop, plip, dlop, plit.
Pitter, patter, plotter, potter.
I didn’t bring my coat.
My hair is wet.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 9:24 AM UTC
The impact of a loved one ripples outward
The wind has changed direction
The ripples are now waves
White capped knuckles of grief
Memories escape cradled in saline
Slipping out of the heart
Tear drop ripples echo back
Plip
Plop
Adding to the turbulent beauty
A lifetime shared
A moment of forever
Time slows to weightlessness
Hanging on the cresting inhale of the heart
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
My senses are on fire
Now, how do I explain?
You see I never tire
from listening to the rain.
The gentle fall of every little drop
plopping gladly on my windowsill.
It is the splash, the plip and the plop
and the dark of the clouds perfectly still.
The fresh smell it brings revives
Each and every living thing.
It is that makes the garden survive
and allows my heart to sing.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC