Best Scuttle Poems

Stay - One more golden morning –
Linger - One more silver night –
Abide tiny child born of my desire
To encourage a new life;
Watch with me...

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How I wish to scuttle alone,
over a gentle river,
from bank to bank,
in a small boat,
rowed with a bamboo pole.

The call of the wild is an...

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S.S. Forever is on maiden trip
Bad luck starts abusing with ardent grip 
There is a fire burning on deck
Could now become an instant wreck
Quick action...

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I sit under  a large Nuttall oak
its leaves protect me from the sun.
Around me, lizards abound 
as they scuttle in and around
the soap stones...

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Harvest Hayride

To the sound of autumn’s horn
When crisp cerulean skies fade
Into indigo stars,
And sunset reaches down
To touch the apple’s waiting face,
Streams of autumn’s light escape
Autumnal...

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I like to think 
that poetry
has intrinsic value
above and beyond 
the actual craft…

That the origins
of poetry’s meter
and rhyme precede
each preliminary
draft…

That something, perhaps
even spiritual, transcends
the fore-and-aft…

And...

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Is Friendship Just a Delusional Fiction?

Is friendship a lifeboat that floats on convenience?
Can we all divorce who we like with a gesture
that’s less than a...

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You look sideways at me
I look straight on at you
You glance towards me
I stare at you
memorize the stiches of your coat
they are uneven
 it must...

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8-16 Lines of Fall Splendor – 9-12-23
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Storms of Fall Splendor

Whirlwinds of splendor jitterbug in back streets,
Autumn’s song breathes in a blizzard of umber,
Downpours of vermillion...

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Scrubbing dishes in a cold kitchen,
on a tabletop rats nibble
through a leather bible cover. 
She turns,
a lock of sweat matted hair over one eye,
shakes a...

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Some people speak so softly
that our ears they do strain..
We ask them to repeat themselves
over and over again..
It's frustrating to both parties and
some times they...

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Traveling through the jaded discourse
With bartered pen and little remorse
Brandishing sharpened scalpel; tour de force
Unabashedly seeking all texts from lexicon to divorce

Developing underlying themes to...

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A Spenserian Sonnet
(Mr. Snake falls in love with a garden hose)

Today I slithered up a grassy hill,
wet from the creek and eager to explore.
The urge...

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I have a carapace shiny and black,
And when I visit I do more than snack!
I scuttle about in the dead of night,
Never once do I...

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“He fought often and once bled in the cause of freedom, but his habits of War did not lessen in him the peaceful virtues which...

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