Best Scuffles Poems
Could beliefs be wrong
I've survived for too long
in a world full of conflicts,
wilting nascent innocence--
with venomous fearful experiences..
Broken dreams crawl to breathe
inflicted with harsh realities
unaware of masked conspiracies
in fiery oceans of betrayal,
now pound against my sanity
floating to silver stars--
they shiver to exist in probabilities..
Diminishing hopes entangled
in twisted vague ropes
digging deeper in graves
of deceased memories with pain,
now wander on ghostly roads
to bury my doubts in deserts--
they struggle to break free from paranoia..
Banished desires shriveled
in cobwebs of perturbed fate
drowning me in labyrinths
of mourning wails of apathy,
now stand valiantly in pain
to discard thorns of memories--
they peep to bloom on a sparkling dawn..
Dreams, desires, hopes
now faded pages in my book
rest in secret dreams
when my old soul knocks
on doors of crimson agony,
raging embers of morose scars
fester my wounds in tyranny,
blood red scuffles of anguish
drench my chapped lips to revive--
buried spears hurled at me..
I've walked an unrelenting journey
obliviating desolate scars
melting stormy whiplash
with exuberant hope of love.
I've vowed to discard that fragment
tossing my miserable frozen chunks
rolling forth with fervent streams
on midnight along a canopy
to fly afar and find my shore.
I've paid my last visit
to broken twigs of dissolving fears
begging for atonement in mercy
swooshing with cushions of dried leaves.
I've wiped the wailing stories
retreating into resurrection
soothing whispers healed my infliction
from hurricanes of exile.
I'm tired I'm tired
I need to move on
to disperse afar
like dandelion seeds.
Unshackled from your anchor
my ship in stormy seas
releases a victorious incandescence
manifested by shimmering strength
of the hurt you'd inflicted upon me..
August 6, 2020
INFLICTIONS Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place
Categories:
scuffles, analogy, journey, life,
Form:
Free verse
"A Shakespearean Sonnet of Introspection"
~As the Master, Precept of Infinity’s divinities,
scuffles the senses of the Moses deck of life once again,
human concepts often need of love's mercy again to please.
I am deceived once again by mask face of the human sin!
`O falseness of masks, made of concepts of the social grace,
politically correct for the worldly mind to inspect,
albeit, I seek realign in Precept Divine, new face,
for my pride of life, causes great strife, endeavors re-erect.
Love erases by multi-grace of its Divine divinities,
many shattered notions, abiding the need of the multi-grace.
These multi-faces of social graces lie with increasing ease,
as reality’s face, God‘s grace, seems to care so out of place.
I shall press the wrinkles, of physical sense of Agape,
as Love’s monopoly I become photo static copy!
For and in Honor of Nette Onclaud
And Contest: “It’s Mask Time
Categories:
scuffles, introspectionsocial,
Form:
Sonnet
A rooster stood there with his fluted crown,
Wondering which way he'd go out on the town;
He had an evil eye and with lust there was no lack,
As he gazed on the hens he was wont to attack.
His intent was to choose the easiest to find,
And with passionate wing he'd paddle her behind;
But the hens were wary of his stealthy advance,
For fear was there in each anxious glance.
There was no love for he was no friend,
And the attack was bitter right to the end;
There were scuffles and shuffles and bruised feathered wing,
With cawing and clawing and no chicken to sing.
He flattened her there in the cloudy dust,
While his passions were consumed with a rigorous lust;
And the poor little hen sat looking dazed,
While the rooster stalked off, proud of his ways.
I guess that's the nature of the nasty bird,
He's best in a soup pot where his noise won't be heard.
Categories:
scuffles, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
For days we mount white stallion,
going westward,
far from the black stone path
The beast pants,
but carry on
with fire in its eyes
New shoots down-trodden in the channel
I taste the straps on forerunners
deep beyond their dermis,
way pass the dark transgression
we obtained,
yet we hold this sin so dear;
a real peril to the end
I felt wind urging hoofs,
and heard the soil of a mother
calling from soles;
support for imperials
Mattocks pulled new soil
to conceal the cries
If philosophy changes,
there’ll be songs I’ll never sing,
but for now I’ll walk streets eastward,
and survey scuffles
while watching my reflections
on dark footprints
In hope the hoofs are hushed
I’ll lay me down
on fertile bed,
whence I will seep along common path
unto all taste buds
The earth will carry me,
as thick as blood
Categories:
scuffles, angstdark, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Dear little pony, the children’s clown,
Rough mane stands tall, his thick tail tumbles down.
Jiggety, jog. Yes, some riders have frowned.
Dad can ride him with two feet on the ground!
He’s a tough little, nuggety, wonderful chap
Who can live on the roughest of diet mishap.
We don’t feed him oats much, he’ll founder on those,
But if you can ride him you’re right home and hosed!
He’s full of the tricks that intelligence brings.
He’s always a challenge until mummy sings
Out loud, lets him know that he can’t get away
With presenting his backside to children today.
The children must learn how to command him too.
It isn’t the easiest thing they must do,
But they look for the pleasure of riding again,
So they learn how to handle tough diamond disdain.
They must learn how to stop him from racing away
Towards home when his head is turned facing that way.
His mind is on resting with food in his trough,
But his job is to teach, and he does it but tough!
Tough diamond’s a doorway to wonderful thrills
In the glorious world of the horseman’s spills
And great challenges. Once you can master this rascal
Nothing can daunt you. Introductory sample
Of every excitement that riding can offer,
He’s cute, pert, adorable, and he can proffer
Essential abilities. Gratitude is
The gateway to mastery, sire of bliss!
Every offence becomes laughable when
You think back to this tough little customer. Then
Your mind turns to teaching, as Daddy once did.
No more can the mud of offence cause a skid.
You’ll go round it. Or jump it. There’s no need to fall
When Gratitude’s mastered. Remembering all
Those scuffles you had that your dad helped you through,
You’ll mother, or father, or teach others too.
Categories:
scuffles, childhood, dedication, depression, education,
Form:
Verse
Such silence in the morning hours
Soft azure skies, clouds white and fluffy
Crows, the family three
Have taken over the shed
The trees the fence
Claiming it as their own
Their caws and hisses
Scuffles with the squirrels
Blacks and grays, beauties all
Hence my animal sanctuary
Doctors and nurses and surgeons
My life a medical museum
Yet there are moments
Between apps and tax rumbles
Attempts to pull me back into
The era before the surgeries,
And life struggles, there are moments
When we remember other times
With hopes and wishes that
Although it won’t be the same
Through the struggles and the pains
Yes something is lost
But truly there is something retained
For Valentines bring all the wishes
Of thoughtful love and kisses.
Categories:
scuffles, valentines day, wisdom,
Form:
Couplet
A desparate whisper
scuffles in the corner of
an unsteady tear
I miss the smell of your shirt
when hugs wiped away my fear
4/11/2017
Tanka contest
Categories:
scuffles, bereavement, farewell, goodbye, i
Form:
Tanka
In the morning dew the dove lightly ruffles
Escaping the breeze from pollen's sightly scuffles
He basks all day in his iris spring
Proudly plumage, prairie king
His chirps unto love
Forever amiss
Caressing his wing
Concealing her kiss
Categories:
scuffles, longing, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Aroused with head of hair. O grizzly bear!
Awake! As fangs do sink into my neck.
Reward, if you...O king, my life will spare.
I gnaw my nails, depressed...for i’m a wreck.
Do you, O beast hear buzzing...wink. Oh honey!
You hear the slap of salmon steak, I think?!
For you the fields of sticky gold, like money,
And hallowed fish - right there! Look there! (I blink)
He scuffles off in search of prey. I hurry!
Make tracks before he snatches me for snack.
My tent long gone. I sigh. I see a flurry.
I’d like to catch a break. Just then...a smack.
Those lips are huge, the tongue so cruel. I growl.
Bereft, I sit within the creature’s bowel.
11/4/2017
Brian Strand Contest #360
Categories:
scuffles, dark, humor,
Form:
Sonnet
In the summer twilight
A gargoyle silhouette yawns
A rat scuffles with something in
The lavish undergrowth
Gravel crunches under foot and
Grasshoppers click their brittle wings
Watered thoughts slosh in my Head
As I walk amongst the darker trees
Magic mystery minces me and musters
Moving fantasy!
Shards of light flash in my mind
Shining up some homid kind
I see the Garou running free, howling!
Gravel crunches under foot
I continue walking.
Categories:
scuffles, life
Form:
Free verse
It really was quite a kerfuffle
And a series of violent scuffles
I kept wrestling a pig
But he grew much too big
So instead we went searching for truffles
Categories:
scuffles, food, fun,
Form:
Limerick
being treated for fructose spasms
during one of the last movies on Earth
after the great Enema of 2012
when the heaters were on high
the authorities were called in
but his claims were all backed up
by the logic of chimes and daggers
creatures of comfort unite
you have nothing to lose but
your milk mouth and baby spoon
I went chatty and personal
diving from couch to chair
on a sponge mop broomstick
the room remained a mess
but the leaps were longer
what but imagination is boundless
so he stamped and splashed singing
through the sewers of ideology
and carnival freaks with wings
made all my dynamos hum again
thanks to the exponential growth rate
of an adequate knowledge base
but then contemplating death
can make you crazy enough
to assassinate your biology instructor
and succumb to the lure of bland abjection
and an archaic tidal wave of pessimism
and the hedonist's morphological pedigree
a prized quality among the really sage
and their many colored appendages
we all know more than we let on
it's a conspiracy of noise and silence
attained through bribery and deceit
where substitutions screech and skid
where sugar cane machetes dance in the rain
and the Moon weeps with a broken heart
made me write on her blackboard 100 times
cognition is not possession
until his soul jumped out his eyeballs
caught trafficking in non-essentials
with its lures and scuffles
but then it is a nasty game
played by hungry cartoon caricatures
tricking children out of their food
where every day and night is Halloween
until the euphoric chameleons
in a herpes garden of delight
of decadence infantilism and sleep
whistle through their nose hairs
beauty is tenuous who is to protect her
awaken her choirs bloom her lilacs
and rainbow tresses and panting mamaries and
oh dear impale me dead where was I
the suction had his mind in a spin
with each gust of wind his forehead
began its evocative dans mort
don't try this at home kids
just kidding its OK to pantomime
ancient actors before their campfire
as you can well imagine
Categories:
scuffles, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
I had someone tell me they don't allow tattoos in heaven
Well I'd rather be rejected for being me, than be a fake reverend
I've been dragged through hell and have the scars
So I really don't care if they don't allow tattoos in heaven
Never seeked acceptance, I was fine being left out
Mistreated cause I was raised in care
Been alone, afraid and scared
Got lost while walking alone, but I found the next route
Had a few scuffles
Walked through the storm gained scars
I've grown from my mistakes but have the same scars
I'm not even mad at my struggle
Looked at as a criminal cause I wear hoodies
Tattoos on show and you feel the need to judge me
They're part of my story, so if I get to the heaven gates and I'm rejected
Just know I'll look god in his eyes, and tell him this is why we were never connected
Some of you will find that blasphemous
I speak for myself, I'm not your advocate
Found inner strength, cause no one would help me when I was lacking it
Got a damaged heart, but you'll never accept anyone, if you want a heart that's immaculate
Because I wear hoodies and have tattoos they think I'm some kind of thug
They won't get to know me, but they have the time to judge
Just cause I listen to Hip Hop, doesn't mean I carry Knives and Guns
Because I wear hoodies and have tattoos, they label me a thug
Categories:
scuffles, deep, discrimination, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
When I first awake, I am a complete emotional blur,
unprepared for the day rhythm about to occur.
Before day unfolds, I need release trials my wake holds.
Being still, I focus until suppliant, in quiet, ever reliant.
In meditation, I block all false traps; with eyes shut,
palms up on lap, my breath grows a bright, loving light
and a beautiful, shiny white box comes into sight.
All not of truth ideal, goes in box, until concealed.
One by one, as I feel the light beam as a prayer,
all my concerns, each trouble and every care,
goes inside the glossy box until all is ensnared.
I see a lid placed and ribbons tied with flair.
Then I view loving, beautiful hands descend,
hands of more love than I can comprehend,
to take the box of my troubles and struggles
up, up and away to handle and favorably mend.
All I held is now heaven released and earth crumbled.
My peace now doubled, I am centered in joyous ways
and ready for the new day of tumbles and scuffles
to meet the joy in my smile and ease in my muscles.
... CayCay Jennings
January 1, 2018
Categories:
scuffles, endurance, prayer, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Complete verse incomplete vase
Lines said in prose turn empty
Heart-rooted intimacy in souls n'er trace
Lava-hot enemity sprouts within
Serenades that exalted the misty spring air
Sweet nothings whispered in the crimson cottage
Bloody scuffles wreak lives n'er bear
wreak bone-hard bond like titanic sea goer
His half drowsing floody eyes stuck in space
In the twilight crisp evening valley wind
Thinking of the enchated dulcet past life phase
that perhaps he wishes to live once again
For their life swirls in a sea-deepnightmare
all they implore are the infallible cult deities
And the mink duvet is all they share
Categories:
scuffles, emotions, girl,
Form:
Rhyme