Sally Plumb Plumb

Veteran Poet - 1,113 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Comments about Sally Plumb Plumb

  • Rookie - 32 Points David Shoestring (3/26/2014 3:20:00 AM)

    Hi Sally,
    I chose a poem of yours at random - 1957 -
    “…kohl-eyed,
    black lashed
    Saturday morning spenders”
    ‘Good God’ I thought …were you there? ’
    Straight back to the ‘Riviera’ and ‘Elasona’ coffee bars and the local ‘Plaza’ on Saturday nights.
    Another couple - ‘Aunt Rose’ you say is kid’s stuff - we were all kids at one time and ‘Seagull’ - how often we fail to notice the things we frequently see. Great work.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Allan Farran (1/13/2012 5:35:00 AM)

    Yes the universety of life of which I am one also gd to read your poems. I hav been writing poetry myself for about 20 years untill recently didnt know they were any good. Now I realise and now it flows.

  • Gold Star - 13,404 Points Ramesh Rai (10/14/2011 4:50:00 AM)

    Most Respected Madam,
    I have posted few poems, if possible please read once my poem bcoz your comments shall be more valuable than my poems
    with kind regards
    ramesh rai
    rkrai100@gmail.com

  • Rookie Silly Artist (9/18/2011 2:23:00 PM)

    great work sally. and thank you 4 commenting on my page. you are truly a great woman!

  • Rookie - 0 Points The 4am Poet Worm (7/12/2010 6:40:00 PM)

    strange how the small poems have the biggest effect.....scattering words around the rim of my mind :)

  • Rookie - 0 Points The 4am Poet Worm (6/2/2010 6:17:00 PM)

    wow so many poems which is your favourite? ... please read my birthday song..

  • Veteran Poet - 1,329 Points Jerry Hughes (12/13/2009 2:16:00 AM)

    University of life? Join the club. Cheers, Jerry

Best Poem of Sally Plumb Plumb

A Humorous Death

Distance stretches
to the horizon,
over the edge
is the distance down.
I am over
Falling slow as a feather.

My past passes me,
painfully.
It is a long way,
the bottom.
In the mortuary of mind
lay my ancestors
arms open and calling.
The dying left in me
will not speed its entirity
towards the inevitable.

>> <<

My ancestors are laughing now.
Applauding joyfully,
glad that I am released
from the restrictions of being.

Read the full of A Humorous Death

Rowley

The flames that flared
by Rowleys head,
were part of his cardigan
Aunt Pop said.
He caught it alight
whilst frying some bacon.
(Can't remember whos food
he was makin')
An extinguisher was close at hand.

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