Long Scrabbled Poems

"Small Mutinies"



So what if my point of view
is not that which wraps 
you in comfortably warm
fluffed-up silky 
cashmere blankets 
of insecure insincerity
simple scribbles 
bleating from the 
chirping crickets 
and frog croaking
symphonies 
muddying waters
cutting pristine lines...

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It’s a highway nightmare, or it should be,
but no one’s afraid (too much)
and the road just thunders and hummmms
on and on and on and on
under that greedy summer sun.

All of their guns are cocked and...

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sitting at the breakfast table as i eat the eggs you love so much the empty spot still sets here  i cant help not to think what you are doing right now  i...

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sitting at the breakfast table as i eat the eggs you love so much the empty spot still sets here  i cant help not to think what you are doing right now  i...

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sitting at the breakfast table as i eat the eggs you love so much the empty spot still sets here  i cant help not to think what you are doing right now  i...

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2022 Polar Vortex - Across Wide Band Of North America

Power outage here within 
mine happy hunting grounds 
(as well the ghosts of Lenni Lenape),
viz Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania
December twenty third 
two thousand twenty two wrought
(lasting greater...

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"PreOccupation"

spiced

cut up poetry
divides 
numbers 

intentional 
drivel moved 
to the side

on a blank page
into neat lines
sucked up

a much loved 
addiction 
novel and short

Pre Occupation 
of all the glossy 
shrouded shrouds

minds spiced
scab picking, their
word salads, tossed

the windbags
blowing...

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There've been times in my life
 where I've just had to say,
 "I must, give it all up,
 for, it's that kind of day"!
 
I must, really say this
 I really, just must;
 if I...

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“Scrabbled”



I could write a book
about all your dance moves
fire handed on a platter
heart beating like a hammer

a body of work
glanced at nonchalantly
on an open floor
dance cards marked, 

silent deals made
and understood
blind man’s bluff 
toe tapping...

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Heavy, bloated
bleak and blue
I tread the sands 
laid under you

With swollen feet
cumbersome bags
juggling everything
I've ever had
My mouth all splinters  
 a broken smile
to breathe hurts and
tastes of bile
I've walked for days with
only hope, to...

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THE EMPRESS OF IRELAND

Two mighty workhorses, colliding Titans,
Leviathans of the Saint Lawrence river.
Devastation’s maritime wrecking balls,
Slamming head on, even after the warnings 
Sounding, had been given, by Captain Kendall.
Emerging on the starboard side, a distant...

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Through, through and through the years I walked;
Gathered around my garments,
the grit and dust
Everyday added to my luggage
pieces of worries
My poor back bent;
And I looked up no more to see the light
But he cried out...

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We arrived like windblown dirt,
the steamer vomited us out
then wallowed into a smug stillness.

We migrants stood 
to be led somewhere, anywhere
slowly we disembarked, disorganized 
and straggling,
lingering on the dock for leadership,
for welcoming hands,
we were examined,...

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He trusted that writer’s block was just a lull and searched for his pen

Ink had dried for some time and his worn mind scratched for words

A lullaby or even a tristich would do if an...

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Night I am cold, though viscera burning,
I have pierced on a spit my torso turning.
Supposedly decomposing, et cetera;
words as per usual, concerning;

Do suggest a plethora, array, of conjured synonyms. 
Inspire in me apathy, disinterest; 
say,...

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Scrabbled upon the dark cave wall                             ...

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A Poets Dozen Fried stirred put in the Oven
Breakfast Lunch Dinner Dessert they Love it

Your own private Diner a blended Fatata
Served with coffee chocolate makes it hotter

Its your cup of Tea brewing the pot screams
With...

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(I found this poem that I wrote in my first year of high school, it brings back memories so 
thought I'd post it) 

He wears what was once a fine suit. Brown, travel-worn trousers, a...

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My thoughts are all scattered
My heart is in tatters
In a spin, in a whirlwind
Tried to tell you-
Did it matter?

So much still to say,
No words to convey-
My emotions and heart
Like cards waiting to play.

Frustration and anger...

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The sand is swept with gleams of light,
pale moonbeams burst where wavelets crest
about sea turtles seeking nest.

Soft seas are flat and calm tonight
beneath the light of stars; on land
she digs an egg womb out of...

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A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day 
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon  and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress 
Cured salmon 
Cured...

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A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day 
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon  and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress 
Cured salmon 
Cured...

Read More

A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day 
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon  and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress 
Cured salmon 
Cured...

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 Mistakes were they deliberate or was it not intentional so what's 
 the point wasting anyone's time?

 If one's intentions were true yet the pieces to the puzzle are scrabbled
 by past, present mistakes.

Mistakes...

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As I sat on the wayside fence
Enjoying a bask in the sun
Came by a Mom Duck 
With her soft-downed yellow brood.

She "Ten-hutted" right in front of me
Ducklings screech-halted there.
I scrabbled in my pockets,
My chips turned...

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