Best Scavengers Poems

Two Scavengers in a Truck,
Two Beautiful People in a Mercedes

At the stoplight waiting for the light
nine a.m. downtown San Francisco
a bright yellow garbage truck
with two garbage men in red plastic blazers
standing on the back stop
one on each side hanging on
and looking down into
an elegant open...

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Corrupt politicians sleep
In each other's beds
While I hide my gold from them...

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A phone call was all that’s needed and the message it was clear;
“Get your bum away from home and bring your family here.
And don’t forget your fishing rods; the bream are on the bite.
I know you’re off this weekend so be here tomorrow night”.

All we...

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It hangs outside my window on
                            the big shepherd hook.
        ...

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Shadowy Scavengers 

The darkest hour of the  hallowed night 
Wake up the blood dried shadows with
Unfulfilled desires rotting in  purgatory
Wriggle out of their graves to earth flying
To  their unwanted descendants' homes
To fill them with fearful reminders that
Their ancestors are connected through blood...

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SCAVENGERS


The night sun buries his face to earth,
Slowly suspending his daily harvest -
Piles of colour and heaps of brightness 
In oast house and warm barn.


Rays of darkness  
Speed across the twilight 
Sky, steal into small corners of the loft,
Scavengers ransacking the day.
Greens devoured by...

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I am alone 
This is my life 
I live and sleep on this hill 
A hill made of it  all 
From grace to grass 
And on this grass I feed in delight 
For grace is vague to my sight 
So vague, I do not...

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Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine,
while circling in a sky of ocean's hue,
and never staying in a too-straight line,
from up above, they have their "bird's eye" view!

While circling in a sky of ocean's hue,
they ride the wind, conserving energy.
From up above, they have their "bird's...

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They scavenge the detritus of the soul
Devouring the pieces less than whole
For evil has a way of taking hold
Before it declares itself as friend or foe

As these hollow creatures feed within
They fill the emptiness with lasting sin
Spew a stream of lies completely false
Convince that it’s...

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I’ve developed a deep respect for scavengers.
They ravenously attack that which most would disdain;

The impure,
        the contaminated,
                     ...

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I am not the meat you supposed I am, so you have began
Believing your own lies, and now will starve as punishment
Nothing pure can comply with your greed, each strand
Of hunger is ready to tell the filth of your predicament 

Riled, they do their malicious...

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They come.
  Dark winged shadows in the sun,
    a dozen, two, maybe more on the run.
Winged crows, no, ravens four score
  hovering than landing on the earthen floor.
Small birds and squirrels once feeding
  scoot away from the sudden heaving
these...

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A monstrous vulture
Wants the more some torture:
A blistered body further rupture;
The carrion give a worse picture 
That should still stick after a future…
It never shall worth a camera’s capture:
Every pulsating but nauseating culture,
The body- jolting which scavengers nurture:
Champions of the bad table manners of The...

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(inspired by "Gifts of the Most High" by G Alan Johnson.)

The crows know me, and I, in their untamed glares,
and wild, accepting, onyx eyes find a solace.

No need for ID, for they’ve been watching me,
my face, yet unetched by time and life's own artistry,
is a...

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