Best Scorpions Poems

Walls Make Bad Neighbours

‘All in all we are just bricks in the wall’ deconstructed by Pink Floyd
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When sleep deserted me
I crawled out of my bed unseen
To delve into the crevices of the dark
With the curiosity of an explorer
And the near comatose...

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Percussion plays once in a while beyond its curtain
In duo with the flash of paparazzi’s capturing film
Prelude to an exhilaration of blissful days’ chain
Where rain...

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Image: Cloud Fantasy, by Susan Lawrence

On spring's green carpet I repose, revitalizing the soul
passing slow minutes pondering the sky

The lake whispers a morning meditation
as memories...

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The full moon was half risen above the Earth
shining her nightlight across cooling desert sands.
She smiled, deep in thought and a sense of mirth,
"This could...

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Verse 1 

Heaven drips its honeydew,
Pouring love where it’s overdue…
Your fetching face is in its view,
For heaven drips its honeydew…

V2

Sunshine breaks serenading thru,
My country lips,...

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But only elegant people can have beauty in their eyes
Only great people can compliment another
And bad ones see...

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I watched that heavy door begin to close,
all the while the winds above me rose.

The years whisper and whistle back into my ear,
the memories haunted...

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I was fed a brain scorpion tonight.
Small sting...  but a cute glimmer of the things to come.
Hypodermic needle pinning point blank on my frontal...

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I guess I’m more accustomed to the modern sting these days;
the one that comes by e-mail or the phone.
They might hurt the pocket with the...

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Gypsy winds, wind their way
across deserts and plains;
whip the tumbleweeds and 
sands into a frenzy.

Nomad scorpions roam dunes alone,
burrowing deep, to escape 
a tempestuous sirocco.

In...

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The scorpions creeping out from words slowly, acutely framing
where judgement claims the higher position unconditionally 
lone vulture hanging over its unsuspecting prey ready to pounce...

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“The Last Mothers of Mars”



When the strange ones came
we thought they were 
angels sent to save us

Open hearted 
we waved our welcome
we were not warring,...

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"this poem is not about what is written, 
but what is not written. . . "


Firmly rooted, I stand in this desert of nothingness
Facing your...

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~ A Poem on the Parsha* ~

            
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