Best Scrambled Poems
fragile
two did not last
but hold a same shared past
quite mind heavy and heart messy
frazzled
empty
uses one plate
washed with one dirty glass
after meals where nothing is passed
erased
scrambled
all is quiet
holds conversations with
self as spoken aloud each day
scopeless
depressed
just one decides
what to keep or closet
with recalls viewed raw or perfect
darksome
listless
one lone pillow
for sleep and times to weep
when reaching out to find no one
lonely
I remember you kissed me inside and out
Against he confines of a foreign couch
Drag your finger along my jaw line here
I love you so much. I feel like i'm going to get sick
I look around and see through a haze of lights
The windows of your car are fogged and lusty
Your lips are so soft and sweet and harsh
Lacrosse and football that’s all you talked
I ache! I ache! Lets loose ourselves
We snuck traces of each others skin
While spinning stories about the 49’ers
A campfire around me, I smell smoke.
Baby you wont, burn, oh baby.
You worked at a prison
Dirty little waterfowl, hear that gun pop
Watch the sky turn red
Lingering in the store front openings, smiling in boots
A dimple to close to your illegal mouth
I’m so Cold, I’m so cold
Little tokens, food and gifts
Your skin, your eyes like sweat and dirt
Near you I smell blood and exhaust
I never wanted to tell you I loved you for someone else
Pitter-patter scrapping huff
Touch my lips and tell no one
Hear that pretty baby purr
My best friend liked you so it never happened
I think you had grayish hazel eyes
I thank you for punching the love of my life in the face
Goodnight beautiful, goodnight, goodnight
Watch the sky bloom and burn with lights
Acrid fuming burning smoke
In a bed, in an RV, please don’t make me go in the water
Don’t yell at me! Don’t you sit there and yell at me!
Goodnight Handsome, goodnight, goodnight
I like the way you turn red
Like a sun kissed glory, like a broken bleeding mouth candy
Keep running, keep running, tell we outrun temporary.
Lets fool around in this Christian school
Lets be honest I don’t love you
I never will
You’re a smart boy, wheat colored hair
Glide across that water, I smell smoke and I am burning
You brush my lips and ask what’s wrong.
I cry I cry
I don’t love you
Hollow, hollow empty soul
I call you crying my love eternal
The phone rings, it rings twice
You pick up and you’re all alone
“ I can’t talk because I love you.”
All alone, broken scrambled.
Call me back…
Heaven doesnt let you call collect
I'm trying to understand, I really am
Why do you choose to walk on the dark side of the street
It's cold and harsh and lacks a certain rhythmic beat
Turning you grey from fingertips to feet
As from the dark alleys and shadows you eat
Does the darkness give you ease
Is it a cure for your disease
Tell me please
I'm willing to risk words that might freeze
Are there demons you need to appease
Does it give you comfort to see others on their knees
In your presence the temperature drops a few degrees
I seen you
Just the other day
All of a sudden with clouds you walked my way
I wanted to but I couldn't stay
With cruel words you chose to play
Taking perverse pleasure as my smile faded away
How can someone have so much useless to say
When life could be happy
You are the one bringing the pain
I've watched it over and over again
With you around a good mood is impossible to maintain
You're like a skunk in the corner and the smell doesn't wane
Is this the strange reputation you want to maintain
Around you a kite couldn't fly
I see people try
and I wonder why
You take their happy and suck it dry
Me I've had enough adios and goodbye
I refuse to be a part of this, I'm not that guy
I prefer to live sunny side up
You can have scrambled and keep living your lie!
...........................H O W
S C R A M B L E D
N A
M I N D R E S T L E S S
Y T O H
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Scrambled Egg Divided
My son, like a sun, brought sunshine to my life
In view of his mother's immutable reins that rain strife
During Jeff's formidable years he saw his parents interlude
Tenuous, a hen and a rooster continuously squawking and in feud
Seeing his parents always bereft had an effect on his shell
And his therapist demurely wrote that our son was living in hell
It hurts to see a young and brittle psyche torn apart
And I only wished my wife flew the coop and gave us heart
Yet she clung on, and the pages of our storybook cried
Tears over a child's sketch of a scrambled egg divided
10/22/17
Eight word challenge-5 - Poetry Contest
1. Brittle 2. Immutable 3.Formidable 4. Tenuous 5. Interlude 6. Sketch 7. Bereft 8. Demurely
How
Do
Animal
Rights
And
Right
To Life
Humans
Eat their Eggs
Raw
Soft Boiled
Fried
Over Easy
Scrambled
Or Just
Sunny Side Up
Judy awoke early this cool morning
and climbed out of her soft warm bed;
quietly she moved without a warning
and was gone before anyone was fed.
Judy had long, blonde, curly hair,
eyes as green as the deepest sea.
Her skin velvet smooth, Snow White fair
with a dimpled smile so light and carefree.
Judy felt older, today she turned four
she left everyone still sleeping.
Carefully unlocked the back screen door;
through early dawn she went creeping.
The barnyard animals began stirring
some of them met her in the yard.
Judy, without haste, went a hurrying
while the dog on the porch stood guard.
With pet chicken Susie tailing her side;
Judy walked to the hen house door.
Gently opened the door up wide,
looked about on the damp dirt floor.
In a basket Judy gathered some eggs
carefully placing them in one by one.
Standing beside her, Susie softly begs
until her plotted task was finally done.
Judy crept quietly into the house,
hoping not to awake the snoozing clan.
She moved as silent as a mouse,
since hatching hen eggs was her plan.
On the couch pillow she placed eggs on top
positioned her bottom, sat very still.
Suddenly she heard a crack, crack, pop, pop;
hatching a baby chicken was a thrill.
Judy arose from the pillow to see,
the eggs were all cracked and a mess.
Oh how she wished she were still three;
she knew she would have to confess.
The house was starting to awake;
momma came down the stairs to cook.
Judy must tell mom about her mistake
before her mom decides to look.
Happy Birthday Judy, her momma said;
what do you have in the sauce pan?
Set the table and toast some bread,
call your daddy and sister Ann.
A soft kiss fell on Judy’s cheek
as tears rolled down her somber face.
Judy sat down the pan to speak
and received a soothing embrace.
Momma took the cracked eggs in hand
stirred them up with bacon and cheese.
Scrambled eggs was what mom had planned
promptly served them for all to please.
Copyright © 2005 by Caryl Muzzey
Scrambled Clues…
Night has fallen
The fog settles over the land
Only in closeness
Can you see the faces
The eyes closed, windows against torrid rain
While ideas flash and beat the mind
Helplessly watching
Waiting for the escalator to reach the top
So you may step into daylight
But in daylight
The fog drifts to the water
Always a step ahead
Blinding me to the depths
Through which I am falling
Please someone
Help me
I am losing my mind
And as of yet not certain,
Even faintly aware,
Of when night will fall again
Bringing with it,
The soothing rain of darkness
For my brother Gregory.
within the under belly of
this hob bull ling Leviathan beast
induced roaring hungry soundcloud issued
within abdominal folds
finding they in creased
never diminishing, matter
whether I turn north, south, west or east
this adult desired,
soon after he envisioned
buttered crispy dish eyed fancily feast
culinary cut throat Michelin meisters
(pit a less lee) pitted
against Pillsbury doughboy greased
imaginatively gobbling hectare
thousand island inlaid
juiced kickstarting least
unable to pay thee Monsieur's consigliere –
damn, hard cold cash just shy by a nickle
aye first taken got taken hostage
as a wreck loose poet,
the anti write cadre
strip searched
every stitch of clothes I wore,
then subjected me to an aye tip pickle
pun hush ment,
where this deplorable basket case
stood aghast as hounds from hell
got loosed by thee Don Rickle
lathered canine chops
slapped by foamy salivating tongues
poised to ham er and
make mince meat out this pop sickle
but...lo and behold, as vicious
snooping doggy dogs
approached within a hair breadth
minecrafted fingers fluttered
in the air asper ready to tickle
whereat the snarling killers (bon jove)
rolled with faux pas in the air
kicking, laughing (or a similar
fox simile thereof),
inciting Major Domo tuff flair
his nostrils (like...well
an amazing dragon)
with blood red eyes didst glare
while fur sprouted over his bare skin
honor ably dispelling every last hair
which bizarre circumstance, an opportunity
to escape from this thieving Magpie lair
approved by the ghost of Rossini,
who suddenly prestidigitatiously
magically brought to my defense William Tell
(in the guise oven
instant activating App) pull lick caisson
thus juiced by a whisker avoiding a scare.
Perhaps the realm where dormant ideas germinate
will coalesce into sturdy tomes even if posthumously late
recognition gets affianced with a memorialized slate
where no body will lie,
cuz this mortal will get his ashes sprinkled
intermixed with wildlife,
who will unknowingly consecrate and sanctify
rack and pinion traction,
where dost dust will fertile lies
to become reincarnated
via blessings sans creatures who defecate or urinate.
I hate that I love being in love.
I hope I win the lottery.
I love giving people money so I know
that every dollar I give for someone to live
will cause change in two ways.
I am so tired all the time because I feel like
I've been alive for so long.
Resistance is not a peripheral opponent.
It is self generated and self perpetuated.
It is the enemy within.
I no longer want to hold anything back.
I am afraid of dying only because
I haven't said everything I want say.
My brain never shuts up. I don't know
whether to gag it or give it a microphone.
I hope I have days where my inner peace
is so strong someone else can grab a
piece and borrow some.
Love is the secret you can't wait to tell everyone.
preparing scrambled
eggs; translucent whites slide down....
opaque shell in bowl
WHAT WILL I SAY?
THAT WOULD BE HEARD.....
WHY DO THEY THINK I LIED?
WHEN MY HEART HURTS
ALL YET IN SCRAMBLED NATURE
I BUT STILL SPEAK
OH TEARS ALARMING FILL MY EYES
MY WHOLE BODY BRUISED WITH FEARS!
OF CEASELESS BITES AHEAD
OH HAVE MERCY
ON MY FAST BEATING HEART
PANTING FROM THNE FRIGHTS
THAT INFLICTED ON IT
ALL LAID TO REST IN PIECES
MY LONELY AND SCRAMBLED HEART.
When I am in the mood for eggs
I make myself scrambled eggs
My imagination begins to work
I plan how to make my eggs
I just create my eggs different
In the fridge are left overs
Boiled potatoes and mushrooms
They are there for me to use
I fry up the mushroom in the pan
Then the potatoes are next to brown
I leave them both in the pan
Pouring my liquid eggs over
Letting the eggs cook-then mix
Until all coated with the eggs
Now ready for my breakfast
With toast on the side and coffee
This breakfsst holds me for hours
I make this breakfast often
SHALL I GO ON WITH
ALL IT IS HAD HAPPENED?
MY SCRAMBLED HEARTS STILL BEATS
ALTHOUGH SOME THINK AM DEAD...!
FROM EVERY MEASURES HELD
ALL AM DEALING WITH IS MY SCRAMBLED HEART!
I HAVE BEE STEPED ON
WITH NO MERCY
CONDEMNED WITH NO CRIME
HELD BOND BY THE CHAINS OF ALL EYES
ALL GOING ON THROUGH MY MIND
A HERO SONG TO SING
ALL WITH A SCRAMBLED HEART
DEEP SCENES OF LIFE REVEALED
GREAT PROMPTING, GREAT ATTEMPT
BUT YET
A SCRAMBLED HEART!
How to say it
not quite sure
learning English, quite a chore.
Same sounds different spelling
will I ever understand it
There is no telling
Two...too.... and to
What to do
For ... four ...and fore
need I say more
My nose is runny I've got the flu
I mean the flew.
Through the door he threw the book
or is it threw the door he through the book
I have no idea where to look.
Dear or deer or is it dare
which one crossed the road ahead
Was it a rabbit or a hare
It's eyes were big and it did stare
or is it steer
It's too confusing to say the least
or is it leased
Don't matter much