Elena Plotkin


Elena Plotkin Poems

1. Foolishly Bet 2/21/2014
2. What A Way To Go! 7/23/2014
3. The Look On Your Face Says It All 8/13/2014
4. A Soldier 11/6/2015
5. The Bearer Of Your Rejection 11/10/2015
6. Noble Warrior 11/24/2015
7. To The Terrorists 12/8/2015
8. Nameless The Blameless 12/9/2015
9. New Year's 12/28/2015
10. Nameless The Blameless, The Teen 12/30/2015
11. Practice At Home 1/4/2016
12. Homer At The Start 1/19/2016
13. Dead At Thirteen 1/21/2016
14. A Part Of Me 1/29/2016
15. If Only She Knew 1/29/2016
16. Self-Perservationist 1/29/2016
17. What Binds Your Heart To Mine 2/2/2016
18. Brotherly Love 2/2/2016
19. We The People 2/5/2016
20. To The Spouse Of My Ex-Spouse 2/5/2016
21. Disgustingly Perky 2/10/2016
22. Oh, The Single Life For Me 3/2/2016
23. To The Love Sick 3/2/2016
24. Father, Where Art Thou? (R-Rated) 3/23/2016
25. If I Stay Where I Am 4/6/2016
26. Old Yeller 4/15/2016
27. Off Kilter 4/18/2016
28. Thoughts And Actions 4/20/2016
29. To The Meddler 5/19/2016
30. Days, Months, Or Years 5/25/2016
31. Suddenly Marooned 6/1/2016
32. Your Daddy Still Loves You 6/17/2016
33. If I Find Fault 6/27/2016
34. Ma'am 7/26/2016
35. Thoughts Of Death 8/5/2016
36. Baby Brothers 8/12/2016
37. Off Kilter Ii 5/4/2016
38. I Came Here By Taxi 12/24/2013
39. Happy Valentine's Day 2/13/2014
40. Mom's Little Feet And Little Hands 5/8/2014
Best Poem of Elena Plotkin

Banana

I grew up with a bunch of others,
Just me with my sisters and brothers.
When I was younger, I was green and tough,
But as I grew older, I discovered life could be rough.
I changed and grew softer, some called me yellow.
But I was no coward, just a very cautious fellow.
Because where I come from you never know the day,
That your whole family gets eaten or just carted away.

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Ma'am

On my way to Kalmazoo,
I met a man just shy of twenty-two.
He looked through me and called me ma'am.
When I pushed I had no idea he never swam.
How was I to know he had never learned?
Of course when he drowned I was concerned.
But an old decript ma'am like me has no vigor or vim,
At forty-five and counting, I was too old to save him.

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