Best Scurry Poems

Do you know what it is like to be an untouchable?
To be so filthy and disgusting
That people shrink away from you
Do you know how it...

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you May-
think me odd    perhaps strange 
peculiar and off the wall-
but I
like to wander cemeteries

among    rows   ...

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A violent scene lay before me
Huddled in death, there’s Ella, Mary-belle, everywhere I could see
Swollen tongues, sunken eyes, frail bodies strewn in the hot powdery...

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clad in rags, he wanders on Wall Street
   he is invisible to hustling stock brokers
       he is...

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I made a promise, a little visit
A busy day...so much to do..
But, I'm running late, they will be waiting...
I should be going...the clock is ticking
I'll...

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What Lurks Within

I picture in my mind an old colonial room,
With a door to the garden where my flowers can bloom.
 
A window in the...

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I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling.
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles,
Something close to eternity...

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I'm near cuckoo
This Monday blue
A day not eas'ly recommended
for making sense
I'm way too tense
And hung-over to comprehend it
 
My mind's on the bend
my imaginary friends
are...

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Santa Barbara, Summer 2017

Monday
I walked on the bluffs above the sea.
Orange poppies bloom in the dunes.
I discovered
the labyrinth:
smooth stones spell the path.
Peaceful pilgrimage.

Tuesday
Walked on the...

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Johnny-Jump-Ups nestle into the forest floor mosses,
Along with dainty Jack-in-the-Pulpits hiding beneath
The larger fronds of swampy ferns soaking up moisture
From the dew-laden flowering branches of...

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As I wake up to the dawn of another day
I wrestle with myself and ask why bother
Just another day, without any warmth
There is a chill...

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I watch this world pass by, 
miracle after miracle, 
overcome with thoughts 
of life and death - 
heated in a buttery sky;
the air melts into...

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I saw a one-legged Sandpiper
today on the beach.
I saw him land on his single pedestal,
it was an artful thing.

Entranced by his disability,
I stood transfixed with...

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The long years are harsh where the hot sun does burn
on the sand hills and plains when seasons won’t turn
where saltbush and samphire do somehow...

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I lay prone above the surface of the earth:
a boundless expanse of ultramarine blue, 
gazing at every living and nonliving thing, 
the air so clean...

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