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	<title>Poems By Emma Plunkett</title>
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	<pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 15:27:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Climbing The Mountain In The Picture</title>
		<link>http://poems.missplunkett.tv/2009/06/12/expectations-released/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 13:29:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MrsP</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[mountain walk]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Expectations released into the atmosphere, gone.
Completely invisible now.
No more, &#8220;I have to&#8221;,
Just, &#8220;what ever will be, will be&#8221;.
Maybe I will win, complete the race, reach the top!
Maybe I won&#8217;t.


Now I don&#8217;t, &#8220;have to&#8221; anymore,
I feel less frantic.
I can just relax and get on with what&#8217;s in front of me,
In my own time.
I look up at [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Vision Of A Mission</title>
		<link>http://poems.missplunkett.tv/2009/01/27/vision-of-a-mission/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 16:35:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MrsP</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Receive the energy, let it flow.
Balance the input and output levels.
Meteoric rise from the ashes of hell
to maintain a sensible manner.
Riot gear to control my thoughts,
psychosis of the never ever again scenario:
Arse-shitting, sleeping, vomiting,
figure eight to fold the whole.
Left together, right together,
charming electromagnetic fields of golden mist,
consuming ribbons for the funfair.
Cold, early, virtually fat-free,
remember me, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Axed</title>
		<link>http://poems.missplunkett.tv/2009/01/27/axed/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 16:33:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MrsP</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Lethal.
Silent permission granted;
take control.
Auto take
The decision’s made.
BANG!
FIRE!
The show is axed
and the dancing girls all disappear! Aaaah.
Now do your worst.
Kissing cider kisses,
sour handshakes.
No more batteries,
no more feline exposure,
no more head cleaner.
31.05.00
]]></description>
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		<title>T.V.</title>
		<link>http://poems.missplunkett.tv/2009/01/27/tv/</link>
		<comments>http://poems.missplunkett.tv/2009/01/27/tv/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 16:30:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MrsP</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[2003]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[
In the slightest thing,
imagining another moment long.
Fascinated by being;
exuberant lover.
Bubble-gum face
marching forwards
not looking, lights go off.
Keeping strong calm waves intact,
floating but not being carried away.
My emotional rucksack,
squandered but clean.
Diamond earrings wonder;
serene village feelings.
Alone with her big stone house,
husband gone.
Erupted silence,
visions imploded,
daydreams re-visited.
Quarreled out, home
Clickety-click,
no trouble no sticks.
Felatio wonderful,
common as muck
but better than mud
showing white teeth [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Memories</title>
		<link>http://poems.missplunkett.tv/2009/01/27/memories/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 16:24:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MrsP</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[A sufficient error in the data palm recorder
allows us to go back to the beginning.
Unhappy memories re-mastered and re-catagorised
to bring another happy moment into the centre of the earth’s gravitational pull.
Spirits cooperate and line up nicely.
Less dangerous situations vacant than before
attract lovely young thing in red
to live out crazy but satisfying life.
29.03.03
]]></description>
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		<title>Bouncing Back</title>
		<link>http://poems.missplunkett.tv/2009/01/27/bouncing-back/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 16:20:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MrsP</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[In and out the cobwebs of a broken heart,
clearly mended several times over;
patched up and scattered pieces stuck back together
ready for another earth-moving experience.
Feelings climb over her,
tumble over reasons to feel through her.
She lets the tide of sorrow take her somewhere new;
she doesn’t swallow it down, she lets it rise inside.
Let this season’s fashion begin:
big [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Her Mothers Daughter?</title>
		<link>http://poems.missplunkett.tv/2009/01/26/her-mothers-daughter/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 20:32:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MrsP</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[cowboy poem]]></category>

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Her mother’s daughter,
his father’s son.
Teaching our parents
what has already begun.
Video-taped together,
in a circle,
in a square.
Pass her legs to his smile;
the fierce flame,
channeled fire.
“Alright, wait a minute.”
Value-added satisfaction;
the revolution of human thought.
Micro cosmology, essential mix,
tonight the oceans awaken.
Aggravated emotional content,
demeaning flavours, reluctant.
So many potatoes,
so few moments.
Hypnotised triangle
devoted to down streaming.
Violent massacres occur,
vomiting rainbows;
dream sensation.
Throwing things that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Have You Got The World Under Your Feet?</title>
		<link>http://poems.missplunkett.tv/2009/01/26/have-you-got-the-world-under-your-feet/</link>
		<comments>http://poems.missplunkett.tv/2009/01/26/have-you-got-the-world-under-your-feet/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 18:42:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MrsP</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[2001]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>

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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://poems.missplunkett.tv/?p=53</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[
Remote control believer,
a new emotion to try,
to try and hide.
Astro-biological birth control,
counting the moons back,
to your mother’s first breath,
because she says so.
A time to embrace,
a time not to embrace.
Preparation for the performance,
sleeping,
under the heavens.
“Be quiet,” my anger scolds me.
Unprocessed goods,
waiting to exchange
the pain
of reality´s
hits and wins.
Smashing pumpkin seeds to bits,
like a dynamite hairdo,
all fat and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>When Am I Going To See Me Again?</title>
		<link>http://poems.missplunkett.tv/2009/01/26/when-am-i-going-to-see-me-again/</link>
		<comments>http://poems.missplunkett.tv/2009/01/26/when-am-i-going-to-see-me-again/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 18:37:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MrsP</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://poems.missplunkett.tv/?p=51</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[
The sumptuous notion of how,
resistance is futile.
Simplicity twists,
further sounds are made.
Cosmetics forgiven,
shiny bright gleams,
super shiny bright things.
Always telling myself how
and why it does this.
Plastic sideboard tears,
the changes occupy a different space.
Let the dreams take over,
remembering the past silently.
Describing the first times,
cleverness drips sense.
The motor’s running.
The distant show of affections
up-lighting monuments @ night.
Significant notification
of the way [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fever</title>
		<link>http://poems.missplunkett.tv/2009/01/26/fever/</link>
		<comments>http://poems.missplunkett.tv/2009/01/26/fever/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 18:28:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MrsP</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[
His charged hands explored her slightly more than average world.
They were to become a couple, but hadn’t yet.
She drove his crazy mind
wild with the force of her spirit in which he trusted.
Pure, vile, delinquent, nostalgia
drove a purpose from which she couldn’t hide.
His strong arms,
clutching her,
squeezing her,
only ever her.

Rising up in polite, gentle, fatigue,
she spoke.
She moved [...]]]></description>
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