Best Scurrying Poems

Tears for a Mother
Fears for a Father gone
Fate deals an unfair hand
The door to youthful joy closing
on adolescent shoulders imposing
grown up responsibilities instead

Eyes sadly deprived...

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When leaves in whispers say goodbye
With a hint of autumn’s sun rise
Once of vibrant life to mutate
In combat with the chilling eve.

Soon to waltz within...

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If I have the time, I’ll wait eons, to greet you in scarlet dawn
As you marvel its vermillion garb embossing marigold arc
Emanating golden sparks, piercing...

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Scurrying on my way home, a little leaf catches my eye, and I am compelled yet again to slow down.

a whirlwind of thoughts
compete with swaying...

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i gather my thoughts
like a squirrel
scurrying to find nuts
as it rustles
through leaves
on crisp lawns

the air is warm
as am i
when wrapped 
in thoughts of you

i can...

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He toddles toward the pebbles, tumbling the smooth stones over
in his four year old palms, rubbing them like Aladdin’s lamp, tossing
them back into the mix,...

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The wind fuels a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves with its touch.
Scurrying through the tops of trees,
the wind fuels a gentle breeze.
Not enough to discourage...

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How much do I love thee
Let me tabulate all the ways

I bought you a new Mercedes
	With gold plated tire rims
I bought you a humongous diamond...

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Nightgowns on at 9:01
Adrenal induced delerium
Santa’s journey has surly begun
To our beds, we were a scurrying

Closed eyes, at 9:05
But sleep would not come easy
We’d twist...

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Life is a smile of a newborn in mother's arms

Arts and crafts of stained glass from grains of sand

Freedom of a chick on its very...

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amid scurrying feet, 
in the whirling humanity,
with divided aims, 
and sizzling brains,
she paused with singularity of purpose.


never in a hurry, more at peace,
on a park...

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the cemetery is still this Autumn day
as rain falls like kisses of love on my cheeks
to mingle with my tears . . . 
memories have...

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~ I am a Conservative
        Here is who I am
        ...

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If I could but feel!
I would feel the warmth 
of the sun upon my old,
cold, featureless face....

If I could but touch,
I'd touch the grass I...

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Stirring My Tea 12-22-23  
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Amber Balm

Evening settles into an overstuffed ebony chair,
 No longer pacing in little anxious circles
  Nor scurrying into hollow...

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