Best Scuffs Poems

An idiom by which she's always stuck
is 'having one's head buried in a book'
The truth behind it, she was unprepared
that morning as she went to climb the stairs.
Stopping to lift a bottle, bad mistake
especially when one isn't quite awake
her balance gone, could not control herself
now...

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The pale apparition swirls in on night mist.
It envelopes her body, then breathes out its kiss.
Cold to her cheek as the fog to the shore;
She utters a sigh then sleeps deeply once more.
 
She’s new to the house, uninformed, unaware.
But soon sleep will not come...

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Rhymes with “Stuff”
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Bluff is a cliff that above land is laid.
Bluffs are charades to win card games played.
Buff is a tint between white and brown.
Buff shines stuff; rub a soft-cloth around.

Duff with raisins is a pudding that's stiff.
Huffing...

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Built to take the abusive raqueteering
punishment unleashed upon me
by human beings

Towering around those agile people
so quick of foot and strong of arm
with blood sweat, and testosterone raging

Black rubber ball scuffs pure white painted walls
a dash here, a strike there, a record good or bad
but each...

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I stare at the world through slats in the blind
Which are partly obscuring the dazzle at times
There's nothing particular to spot there today
As even the birds seem to have all flown away

But once in a while a tractor growls down the track
Hauling a jangling old...

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Cold day? 

I am not fazed or dazed By
Winter’s fast approach because In such cold days
I just indulge in the comfort of Clinging onto my curvaceous wife’s  gorgeous Cleavage
It’s like mind over matter as Minutes turn to hours and hours into days 
I mean,...

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If I could just use my tongue, oh what a tale I'd tell
   One filled with your neglect, that's made my life hell

You've worn me out; you've filled me with holes
   There's a gash in my side; nails stick out of...

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You wore a green shirt, 
as I remember. 
It was bright and lit up your eyes.
Your smile scrunched, your eyes narrowed
sweetly, like you knew what you were doing.
You sat to my left, I was scared, 
nervous, not brave, but stunned
to a stammer, before I could...

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A campaign for a bloody jewel!
The gold is in mine insides. Dig through if the greed
So eats you, so seduces you.

Do not fear me for risk of dirty hands; 
If you are afraid of the conspicuous coal-scuffs that would be,
here are gloves.
I pieced them over...

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I've stayed away from trouble
Straightened up my life
I pay the rent
when rent come due
I gotta a day job
I'm goin to school
I give up the whiskey
the late nights out
I got  myself a savings account
But here comes TROUBLE
Ridin up on his 4X4
He scuffs them dusty cowboy...

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No ball games, keep out, no access
	and please keep off the grass,
	restricted zone, no entry here unless you show your pass.
	Stay clear, don't go beyond this point,
	warning! Electric fence!
	(you could tell by the transformer-
	 unless of course, you're dense).
	Remember childhood playing outside, all
	bumps and scrapes...

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He step off the plane, his own plane, twin-engine Learjet,
The rain runs off his flat-brim as he glances up at the sky, the clouds
And with a glance at his wrist watch he follows his escort, ignoring the camera and lightning flashes, 
since he can hardly...

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Empty.
Used up.
Used full-stop.

Much as this is true, there's more to say than ever, just
Bursting to break through,
Stuck in my head, my throat, 
Clogged up with guilt,
I refuse to be a burden but I refuse to fall back down.

Tripping round the corner, kick at the dried-up...

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Footprints in sand, indelible till the tide comes in,
reliable impressions, etched, embedded, enveloped 
to form an album of traces:
crab hole excavations,
scurries of hurrying birds,
seaweed twirls wind-driven in curls,
tiny sand flea hop-craters,
crab claw side-step shuffles,
drift-wood scuffs and scuppers
remnants of tidal riffles and ruffles,
snap-shots of scrapes, stomps,...

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So soon the seasons
in cycle.
The chill of winter’s
tangible breath to scorch
the freezing air,
the paperboy’s virgin
footprints etched within
each dawn breaking frost.
The solidarity of summer
from the middle moor
the length of the daylight
to ease the pain of waiting
for heady days in fresh cut
meadows.
The gold of autumn
as one scuffs...

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