Best Scrambling Poems

Do not vainly look in those remote
Places,
That, once, were acquainted with a 
Small part of me;         ...

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The year has finally yawned and turned       
Upon a half-revealed shoulder.
A vibrancy, intrinsic to a reemerging 
Enforcement of the...

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I Heard Mother
(to tune of "I Saw Mother Kissing Santa Clause")

I heard Mother scolding Santa's elf
As I prowled the house on Christmas Eve.
He'd hid in...

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Kiss by the Passing Breeze of Awakening

Dust of divine whimsy
Flutters softly on unconscious cheeks
With ephemeral dawning
Fleeting like the flash of silver sandals
In moonlight - here...

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"Backhand"



You have turned me
inside out, cut open
like a tennis ball
I used to beat backhand
along with the racket
hard against the garage wall

To make sense of it...

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Scrambling tooth and nail for a patterned fate
I approached the lofty mansion of Learning's Gate.
All cued up for a slip of paper - the one...

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My mother thinks I'm a doctor
I just don't have the guts
To tell her I spent all my college doe
On beer, wine, women and such

So after...

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Voting day at long last has arrived.
Scrambling through closet,
a cavernous space in accumulation.
In the deepest darkest corner, 
purpose achieved, 
garnering my three by five inch...

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my words are like the creeping vine of a bougainvillea
they climb and intertwine
words are shadows on the wall of time- poems the flowers
bougainvillea . ....

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Torturing me with touches
I feel the sting of hardened and lasting lust
Touches not of mortal fingers,
But Halloween-haloed strings composed by musicians of mystery
Pressing upon my...

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(to Mittens)

Schrödinger’s Cat is where it’s at,
nor live, nor dead, nor purring.
With half a chance she’ll live to prance
the worst may be occurring.

But if I’d...

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She had one job, just one job.
No bugs in the house, ditto with mouse.
But there it goes across the floor,
eight legs scrambling towards the door.

The...

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I think love is a lot like us.
In truth, it's hard.
At least for me. To reach into my heart and pull each thought
Like some sort...

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Scrambling over each other, trying hard to be heard, interrupting, yelling out, being yourself.

We knew how to do this when we were two, and three,...

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You were old and new all at once
A deadly temptation 
A glitch in my solid nature
And so I dove head first
And as I did I...

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