Best Scrapping Poems

.                  Mr. Kopp flies his   ...

Read more of this work...

“Ole Brownie”

The meanest and the best,
Proven among the rest,
My dog in Arkansas, pope county,
I present, ole Brownie,

With first cold front,
Arkansans begin the hunt,
Razorback hogs,
with their...

Read more of this work...

Chemicaly InBrain? Chemically Insane?
people so quick to turn to science for answers,
but can't understand chemicals in the brain?
Such sheltered mentality here,
an unbalance has been placed,
with...

Read more of this work...

LIFE IS POETRY...POETRY IS…

Poetry wears the words of smiles and tears,
And speaks of stumbling through graveyards
And up the aisles to ancient altars;
Falling off of sidewalks...

Read more of this work...

“I CAN’T BREATHE!
Ya got my arm twisted 
I have six kids
A wife I need. 

Man I can’t breathe! 
Get your knee out my back, 
No...

Read more of this work...

for George
"You always said you had little invisible friends,"
He wrote in a Christmas card one year, and Yes,
funny he would remember that.  I called...

Read more of this work...

I'm tired of writing love poems and trying to put spins on them;
So for inspiration and ideas i go brainstorming;
But each thought, each idea seems...

Read more of this work...

I haven’t forgotten
			The good old days of Christmas
			Sleepless night, in the early morn 
			Off to rush, rush, in Junkanoo!

			I haven’t forgotten
			The good old days of...

Read more of this work...

not getting needs met 
leads to blinded impatience
shrink uttered to flock

but that makes too much 
sense what if our needs were met?
gift it to ourselves?

make...

Read more of this work...

I used to complain about having to work at night on weekends.
Everyone was having fun but li'l ol' me.
Some years back I had an epiphany...

Read more of this work...

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....

Read more of this work...

Haunted...
glowing foot falls on the dusted wooden planks cross the bridge
following them 
I swing around enormous trees 
skirt quickly...trying to catch up

were we holding hands...

Read more of this work...

Ohh I could have sat with my heart 
--elevated with dribbled echoes-- 
ahhhhhh until it yet exhaled the tarnished seams 
capturing only the quiet current...

Read more of this work...

Seventeen cats are what we see.
Each one different to a degree,
Buddy, Mama, Peppy, and Le-Pew,
These are what, we named a few.
Seventeen cats, now what to...

Read more of this work...

I’d never ask you to walk in my shoes.
But rather see the world through my eyes.
Take a journey within the mind of the lost, and...

Read more of this work...