Best Scud Poems
Upon the slow-flowing river,
Suddenly swans
Scud quickly away.
From round the bend I gracefully glide,
I am the queen of them all.
And quickly my king arrives.
The dance of love begins.
We bob our heads, wings quivering,
Necks entwined.
Unruffled snow-white plumage.
In time my eggs are hatched,
Cygnets are so cute.
How quickly they grow.
Now we are a royal family
Suddenly swans.
Categories:
scud, bird,
Form:
Free verse
Mogadishu ...
Black Hawk helicopter down
Caracas ...
Riots burning everything to the ground
New Orleans ...
Katrina tears has gotten many more drowned
Manila ...
Government death squads are roaming around
Global Dystopia
Earth frowns
Parents and children weeping,
sad mourning sounds
Everyday the sun comes up,
hope goes down
Bi’lin ...
Smouldering settlement protests sparks up
Baghdad ...
A covered face blew up the church bus
Philadelphia ...
Government bombing citizens they don’t trust
Hiroshima ...
Radiation wine still overflowing from the cup
Global Dystopia
Ain’t we had enough
Can’t take no more mushroom clouds
raining on Earth’s thin crust
Everyday the sun goes down,
dark hopelessness rises up
Tshikapa ...
Crystal clear diamonds covered in jungle blood
Sarajevo ...
War crime bodies dumped in mass graves covered by mud
Tel Aviv ...
Sleeping residents killed by a black market American SCUD
Chicago ...
Lead poisoned urban poor houses built by HUD
Global Dystopia
Earth cries
Parents and children missing,
news covered up by politician lies
The day the sun doesn’t standstill,
all hope then dies
Categories:
scud, death, pain, truth, war,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
It seems that even-tempered Ralphie Parker,
Had a side to him that was somewhat darker.
Ralphie lost his cool with his mortal protagonist,
And bloodied the beak of Farkus his antagonist!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
scud, anti bullying, christmas, humorous,
Form:
Clerihew
I remember in kindergarten,
I and a few friends were put on the yellow light,
the light of shame, for playing tic-tac-toe on the Spanish room tables.
oh shame, shame, shame...
In first grade, I miss that teacher, Zoellner fell asleep in calss,
we yelled and screamed to wake him up, he started snoring.
If I remember correctly, second grade was when I got locked in the
janitor's closet, and banged on the door for help.
In third grade, we smile to remember, Samantha
got up on the table, and took her shirt off,
waving it like a banner around her head.
Fourth grade, a turning point in my life,
we used play money to buy stuff our moms donated-I spent $325
on something my own mom donated-how embarassing.
Fifth grade was the year we all argued over the name of the class lizard,
Humphrey, Simba, or Geiko? We duked it out,
and Humphrey was known forever more.
Sixth grade was the year I fell in love,
my first real taste of it, and I was scarred forever after...
Seventh grade was the year of the scud,
and the little guys were everywhere,
on notebooks, bookcovers, and even in permanent marker on my shoulder.
And eighth grade, my final year at that school,
might end well, I know will learn from it,
I did learn one thing throughout all these years.
I will miss it.
Categories:
scud, adventure, childhood, history, life,
Form:
Free verse
I will always remember,
to persuade myself to forget,
something of random regret,
for ancient images still linger.
Distilled from dreams of days,
When I was silent and younger,
creeping dearly to be a stranger,
Thinking I decided novel ways,
Images those meddle duly in vain,
To bring me back my innocence,
My fancies and sighs of indolence.
But what passed, brings more pain.
When perception tends to be late,
Manipulated by unclouded choice,
with a sound taken for a voice.
Far drifted, I loaf on paths to fate.
Thus feeble, I float on a logic flood,
Lost among places like paradise,
With acrid tales of open blind eyes,
Reciting words those swiftly scud.
Categories:
scud, depression, life, time,
Form:
Don’t take me unless to the cry of the hawk
Not supported or transported – just let me walk.
No matter that muscles protest and begin to ache
When clouds scud over the peaks and cast shadows across the lake.
Don’t take me if the foothills fail to season
Do not flower – or lie dormant – defying reason.
If the golden trumpets won’t rise up with the dawn
To follow the light till it’s time to droop again, and yawn.
Don’t take me in mid-winter unless of course it’s white
Glistening when the sun shines, eerie grey at night.
When owls flap silently through the wood of conifer tree
The frozen landscape aiding – their prey not getting free.
Don’t take me in the autumn until the first leaves fall
Not on the paths of the tramping feet of visitors who just call.
Let me spring on soft needles of pine
Alone in the forest - alone with my mind.
I care not whether rain or wind should blow
Just always relishing the sheer purity of snow.
On the hills, in the dales – on the lake edges bare
Why - oh why am I not already there?
Categories:
scud, places, me, autumn, me,
Form:
yea tis history - that end gin shelled a mesh by mit Romney wailin
such below figurative belt mortar attack subterfuge and constant railin
per accusations hurled at barack Obama presidential campaign
lobbed like scud missile grenades from invisible hand no longer m palin
in comparison and hence moot point for republicans to gain
so this joe of a voter re-fused 2 bide time 2 prevent candidate from failin
app laud clinched 2nd term deserved and occupy white house seat a gain
intent i wanna talia 2 acknowledge salient tactics to boost usa now ailin
sasha bravado blasting and gunning futile fusillades
which questionable oppositional stealth indiscriminately fired pell mell
to discredit supreme commander in chief an exemplary persona in the main
such desperate toothless and nail biting tactics
replete with political retaliatory slanderous stockpile bombardment
but rather, he opts to build fracking rainbow coal bridges 2 somewhere
over the rainbow toward future with his omnipotent time tested girders
of righteousness and gravitas quite simple and plain
casting confidence that the democrats rank as the robust strongest train
eclipsing her livid burst of 15 minutes fame that briefly wax than wane!
Categories:
scud, black african american, courage,
Form:
Elegy
As they were sailing ‘cross the ocean deep
They watched the sunrise and the diving grebe.
When up in the top, the lookout did spy
A storm advancing, with his weather eye.
The helmsman heeded the word from above
And steered the walty gal forth at a scud.
Night tide came fast and they were flooded by dark,
The waves surged and the salty, sea dogs barked.
The raw wind cut and the rain assailed down,
As men pooled together to fight off the drown.
The dodger succumbed, and the foremast fell
The ship was immersed in the maritime hell.
As dawn broke, with only waveson afloat.
The ocean had seized another game boat.
Good men will be mourned, and the tempest damned,
We left to ponder why they left dry land.
Categories:
scud, death,
Form:
Couplet
Memorial Day 2000
Dedicated
to
Those Left Standing
Written: by Tom Wright
5/8/00
Monuments,
Fashioned of assorted granite stone,
Neatly standing,
As if in manicured rows;
A memorial,
To friends and loved one's gone,
Their numbers uncontrollable,
For each year it always grows.
Oft times from deep in solitude,
In sadness, I'm reminded,
And at mere sight
Of one small flag;
I swell with pride
And oft by tears am blinded.
Desperately trying in my spirit,
Not to brag.
I, in deepest thought,
On this 2000 Memorial Day,
Am silently taken back
To the place of Flanders Field,
Where neat white crosses
Stand by the way,
As if cloned, among red poppies,
It's only living yield.
I see a Moving Wall
Meticulously chiseled in granite black;
Bearing Viet Nam casualties,
Each, remembered by name;
I think of those yet living,
And about their lack;
As for their treatment,
We all must share some blame.
Those, perhaps,
Once forced to fight a war.
Said by many,
To have been unjust;.
But duty bound to country,
In that land afar,
In God's hands,
Put their lives and trust.
To those of Desert Storm
Having experienced combat days,
I shall endeavor to remember
Those who fell,
And those,
Yet baring scars of war in another way;
Those haunted by tormented faces,
Scud Missiles and deaths smell.
Hero's who served,
And gallantly died;
To those I cannot express,
The trappings of my heart;
To those who served,
And returned with pride
Let thanks, gratitude and prayers,
Be my humble start.
Categories:
scud, bereavement, freedom, holiday, military,
Form:
Free verse
THE MAGIC BROOMSTICK
There is a magic broomstick
Upon which witches ride,
On dark and spooky windy nights
Up into the air it glides.
Soaring over trees and hills
It travels far and wide
The magic cat sits on the back
His black face a grin from side to side.
Mr.Moon peeps through the clouds
As they scud across the sky
He provides light and guidance through the night
As the magic broomstick whizzes by.
The witches cackle as they ride,
They don’t mean any harm,
In pointed hats and long black cloaks
They drop a good luck charm.
So if you look up into the sky
On a dark October night
You’ll most likely see the broomstick
And the witches magic light.
The magic broomstick casts good spells
On children everywhere
Then in a puff of magic smoke
The broomstick vanishes into thin air.
c. Barbara Brewin 1st July 2008
Categories:
scud, child, children,
Form:
Rhyme
Lost upon the leash
Of relative moons eye
Watching through telescopic
Troughs of dirt
Open mouthed it crosses
The pathways of oblivion
Not loving grace
Upon which we have died
Kick out the words
Being the roused child
But never the adult
To whom the pain envelops
But time doses the realm
Of disinterest
Where it can be found
Losing the battle of faith
But hope strings along
In a song for the ages
Posting another glimpse
Into pathways gone before
Truth is, never listened
To the train whistle
While sitting on the tracks
The sharks will attack
If allowed to skim
The worst of the scud
The moon, the rain
Each position themselves
To find a place amongst
The greats, but flatter
Where calm wind evokes
The hearts beating place
Opening the furnace
Of the harmonious catch
Does it work correctly
While slipping downwards
The realm escapes my mind
Russell Sivey
Categories:
scud, life,
Form:
Free verse
A Violent Storm
It starts with dying leaves that litter lawns
All tumbled over in remorseless wind
Until at last, defeated, they collect
Behind the garden wall in tattered piles,
Discarded on a bleak deserted street
An empty cola can goes rattling past
Entrapped and powerless it bowls along
Its tinny clatter masked by mounting gale.
The clouds, as dark and grey as battleships
Amassed in fury, scud across the sky
Unleashing hail like bullets pounding earth
As scornful weather reaches boiling point
And branches, ripped asunder, turn and toss
Upon the lake that churns and boils with wrath
The hardy waterbirds, they hide in reeds
But where will tiny humming birds be safe?
As nature, wields her power, strength and might.
The storm, a deluge o’er the land has spread
To soak the fields so long deprived of rain
Endowing thirsty soil with healing wealth
Iambic pentameter
Categories:
scud, nature,
Form:
Blank verse
Some days I feel down
Then I remember the song
My father taught me when I was young
And I sing with a heart so free
Jesus tender shepherd hear me
Bless thy little lamb tonight
Through the darkness be Thou near me
Keep me safe till morning light.
Some days I feel sad
For the pain and sorrows of the world
Then I think that tomorrow
will bring joy and surprises untold.
Some days I feel so upset
By the ill treatment of elderly folks
And then I think that in future days
The elderly could be me.
Some days as I watch a child at play
And witness the joy on his face
I wonder if there was ever a day
elderly folks were in that same exact place
And as I wander through time
I look up at the sky
To see clouds scudding by
Across the bluest skies
And I get a special feeling, a knowing
A feeling of having come home
And I know that even sorrow and pain shall pass
As quickly as clouds scud across the skies.
Categories:
scud, introspectionme, pain, joy, me,
Form:
Free verse
winter's afternoon
negligee nimbostratus
scud by cumulus
Categories:
scud, weather,
Form:
Haiku
Serotinal days, pouring rain eased drought
Some were blessed with right amount, others flood
While some enjoy late summer garden sprout
Some work to throw out piles of rotting crud
Summer rain upon forest fire, drowns out
Summer rain on saturated ground scud
Blessings of showers or torture from storm
We know God yet does miracles perform
Categories:
scud, environment, weather,
Form:
Ottava rima