Long Scrapping Poems

Written 19 November 2023
No. 1259 New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Stand

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Ohh I could have sat with my heart 
--elevated with dribbled echoes-- 
ahhhhhh until it yet exhaled the tarnished seams 
capturing only the quiet current lapping
and soaking dirty steel embankment	
along the river’s edge beneath the...

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Diary Notes: Lament at Dawn
				                             …at the...

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The drunk gods of vengeance mischievously donate their magic
filthy rags of wickedness, dropping down to curse humanity
darkness rules, day is banned for light to stay poisoned.
The ground peels from the earth to dissipate into the...

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Quenching my thirst
from the river that would flood
I walked inside the green lush
that was still untouched

loner as i was,vagabond they named
devoured whatever i could,my everyday game
marooned and castaway
stealing and scrapping kept the hunger at bay

I...

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Haunted...
glowing foot falls on the dusted wooden planks cross the bridge
following them 
I swing around enormous trees 
skirt quickly...trying to catch up

were we holding hands as we walked
...did we hold hands?
I can't recall
but the muster...

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I’d never ask you to walk in my shoes.
But rather see the world through my eyes.
Take a journey within the mind of the lost, and perhaps you’ll realize 

That my complexity has a depth that...

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An evil falls within your bodyThat no one can see
A darkness that's meant for you and me 
Never in this world have I found a soulAs evil as dark as broken as mine
Hood up eyes...

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Chemicaly InBrain? Chemically Insane?
people so quick to turn to science for answers,
but can't understand chemicals in the brain?
Such sheltered mentality here,
an unbalance has been placed,
with different chemicals to change perceptions,
to keep everyone in a foggy...

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two wee lads grew up in the same village---
with their houses only a short distance away
they became close friends at an early age
playing the same sports, both learning how to
play an instrument, stumbling through early...

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Legend Of The Black Dove  

                  (Part 9)   "The Voyage To Where ?"

 

The weather...

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when younger & full of life,
idealistic with fist in the air,
hell bent on changing the world
with a communicative heart
whose capacity to give &
care for those around her/him
seemed without need to ever
replenish,
the thought that an institution
whose...

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Squalidness—Squabbling squeamishly;
Scrutinizing stigmatized scandalization, substantially scarce
Sprightliness...skeptically surrendering
Shamefully—Scolded sardonically;
Snarling splenetically, severing sensibility, scowlingly simmering
Strenuously...sought survival
Sparring—Sinister sisters;
Seductively swiveling soreness, sarcastically snared, swirling
Storms...sporadically striking
Slowly—Sacrificing stories;
Scorching slanderous subversiveness, suffering suffocation
Senselessly...smoldering serendipity
Sinfully—Silent stranger;
Sneaking skillfully staring
Presumptuously—Pursuing pretentiousness;
Promises protruding pithiness,
Potential problems...penetrating
Frantically—Forsaken fantasizes...

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I remember you kissed me inside and out
Against he confines of a foreign couch
Drag your finger along my jaw line here
I love you so much. I feel like i'm going to get sick
I look around...

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the clock has begun ticking and in 14 minutes this 
piece will be over with you and i if we both decide
to accept it have begun on something of a journey 
together one in which...

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On the twentieth floor of a high rise flat,
A new born baby cries by his mother’s side
Her name was Marie with no where to bide,
No father came to chase the rats.
The child lay in an...

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If I could stand in front of a 
mirror of truth I would whisper 
dreams of  my future. I would 
let that future echo in my past 
in hopes to live in a ...

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There was a Ringer in the Basalt, Tiger Davis was his name
As an acrobatic stockman, he was gifted with some fame
On the station quite a hero, but a maniac in town
He didn't win too many,...

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One Word…

>>>IS>>>


Poetry…is…
Wears the words of smiles and tears,
And speaks of stumbling through graveyards
And up the aisles to ancient altars;
Falling off of sidewalks and through the cracks of life
Then rising up to stargaze from thin lines;
Tripping...

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LIFE IS POETRY...POETRY IS…

Poetry wears the words of smiles and tears,
And speaks of stumbling through graveyards
And up the aisles to ancient altars;
Falling off of sidewalks and through the cracks of life
Then rising up to stargaze...

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Under Pass the Subway
 
It was after all a fight for survival
shattered bottle cold wet wall
with concrete boots
spray and listen to it rattle
only this can hiss his name
on the cement rough wall
red white blood and...

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for George
"You always said you had little invisible friends,"
He wrote in a Christmas card one year, and Yes,
funny he would remember that.  I called them Shovel,
Hoe, and BicaBacaBoca, all of indeterminate gender,
like Arial in...

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You asked me what it felt like when the needle pierced my skin.
As if you couldn't see the pain filled expression on my face when the needle went it.
You side line, my thoughts pine, this...

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I'm tired of writing love poems and trying to put spins on them;
So for inspiration and ideas i go brainstorming;
But each thought, each idea seems to be a duplicate of the last poem;
"The glimmer of...

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What is justice to those who are not apart of society?
I say this with a clear mind with no need for a test of sobriety
A society works by each have a need
An agreement is formed...

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