Scamp Poems | Examples

Whet Appetite

Whet my keen appetite?
Yes, you have - for revenge
against my long standing,
wry, furry nemesis.
He's not wet...
yet.  Blast a
water jet!
Get that scamp
to regret.

Gotcha !

Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
	the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !
Unpredictable seas with droplets that spray oh how the sharp rocks being where they lay,
	Affects how sea nymphs stalk and capture their prey as if it were, a play !
Restless winds pervade the air oh how the clouds suggest a dare,
	Looking like sheep jumping over fences oh how it stirs the sky and senses !
Crackling fire illuminating the shadows of the night oh how with mysteries of the light,
	Animals will watch the humans make camp as if each camper is, a scamp !
Powerful gaze holding years of hope oh how with vulnerability and the will to cope,
	Looks knowingly into the void as if it were, a mental sanctuary to be employed !
Unstoppable magnetism attracts us to one oh how unexpected, powerful and fun,
When cupid’s arrow aims for you, there isn’t much that you can do !

Gopher named Ray

a gopher sat on my toe today
sassy and saucy, his name was Ray
What fun do you have? The scamp asked me
I rocked my toe, so he could see

Do that again, he goaded me
I teeter-tottered him to my knee
Come back tomorrow the gopher said
He blew me a kiss and my face turned red

Destiny, the final milestone

My sizzling heart failing around the clock
No light colliding with the dark to spark
But essence dying passively through the dim
Dream's wall burning by the fire of terror
In a second, a sharp arrow infiltrates the soul
And silently overflowing blood around its artery.
Nothing emerged than an insane time,
Everything not set as materialised
There are volatile inheritance bloodstreams
Follows to end up with a quiet destination. 
What a life ushers for nought...
No, no satiety to purify the lure in life. 
Look at the moon shaded by a cloud
A hard rocky cloud
Cosmos horizon...
Never has it appeared over the sky
Even ancient times have yet to happen.
A silent mourning overthrows the time 
A path continues to the graveyard
And I found a frosted body lying 
cuddled with dreams. 
A scamp life left behind the snag...
A presence of fervent destiny, a final milestone!

Bloody gifts of resurrection

In midnight gazes call me sullen upon my cheek
Rousing replies risen bound by chains 
Lest mercy be tallowed by all frays 
Lest my cheek rise by an untimely hour
Rid my face of discoloured honour
Until it shall stalk by the wretched wicker sun's rays
O wither upon the wicker's sun dropped desire
Feign, o swell upon the imperious bells
Dear wicker, o ire, shalt rain upon the sinner's drencht trap
Leave mellow cleaves upon a skull's prondered fallows
O wicker, dear wicker, fall'n be the strife within my own trial 
Ris'n upon a mellow moon's impassive scamp
A whore within such heavenly light, where'n quarry shalt seek a seeming clamp
Fought a feign, O swallow, O blossom by my might
Shalt the wicker sun swoon upon my sorrows?
O life, upon a liver, foreclose a killer
For soon i shall take upon flight
Until the sun's swollen wicker shall take upon the morrow
Shall anguish thrive upon a famisht howl
Come without breaks, nor bend
I shall steal upon the wicker's whelms
Towards the sways, o sorrow shall bend
Belier my helm, 'til all else shall fall hither
'Til I hear the moon call upon the wicker,
And I shall fly.

Cher

Cher,
Love everything about her, especially her  hair.
She sang about a scamp, a camp and a bit of a tramp.
She’s a V.A.M.P.  Vamp.

Back To the Future

Let’s bring back the GOOD OLD DAYS

Grab that washboard and some lye soap
Hang those wet clothes on a limp rope

Chop some wood, build a fire
The kids new swing a worn out tire

Park that car up on the front “lawn”
‘cause all the gasoline is gone

Wash your dishes in a bucket
When ya poop don’t dare to flush it

Separate and please recycle
returning home on your BI-CYCLE

after dark, laundry’s still damp
where’s my NEW kerosene lamp

I’m setting traps for squirrel and rabbit
Meat eating’s such a FILTHY HABIT

I read a book, I’m such a scamp
Under an incandescent lamp

Gotta go, it’s almost sun-up
Gotta go and guard my turnips

But first I’ll eat my Covid Era Pop Tarts
And get arrested for my Methane Gas Farts

Reason To Boast

Delay by Him has taken its toll,
Waves of doubt rollover the soul,
Despair extinguished the Spirit,
Wax-filled ears would not hear it.

"Listen, you have left My way!
Wait for My providence and pray.
Change of direction is needed."
But His correction went unheeded.

The restless spirit wrests control,
God's will is no longer the goal,
The anxious heart is not ideal,  
So, failing eyes, meet banana peel.

Seeking refuge in my enemy's camp,
I was turned into a foolish scamp,
Philistine mouths were agape.
So, I feigned madness to escape.

That was dumb, I'm ashamed to say,
Letting fear and doubt cloud my way.
The Lord's shelter never fails,
His faithful acts tell the tales.

Keep seeking the Lord in a trial,
Relying on Him is worthwhile.
Instead of becoming milquetoast-
In Him, a reason to boast.

"Come children and listen to Me.
Fear of the Lord will set you free!
Wait for Me to settle the score,
David teaches in Psalm thirty-four."

Ode To Summer

Farewell, au revoir, goodbye, convivial summer. 
The day is late now, and the breeze is warmer. 
A vacant ocean-side barricaded motel. 
Wild geese are soon flying in lines as well.

Vacation homes drop their literate barricades. 
This rich sweeping green tone will soon fade. 
In this season, buds and fruits are abundant. 
Melons and garden load are ardent.

Tanned skin, sailboats, and folded linen suits. 
When the world is more positive than disputes, 
Pollen irritates the sinuses of sensitive patients. 
Now they've fled to the farm, the coast nascent.

Stop their passing endeavor at escape. 
The Ferris wheel in LEGOLAND is agape. 
The Cape no longer trades in quirkiness. 
A glum family descends from the murkiness. 

To welcome their offspring back from camp. 
Mature year, scarlet maple boughs, raised scamp. 
Sunburned shoulders disappear at summer's end. 
Goodbye to the peasant's headband.

Goodbye storms and dirty white shoes. 
Goodbye summer friends, pants, shorts, and cruse.
Farewell, tennis peculiar desire to be difficult. 
Farewell picnics, ice tea, and plane trips, munificent.

Written: August 19, 2022

October

October enters on a chilly wind that chases the leaves and whistles 'round eaves.
Catching coat tails and hats it whips them away like a rascally scamp at mischievous play.
Harvest is over and the fields are laid bare as the October wind blows over the shares.
We sit by the hearth and lie snug in our bed as the chilly north wind plays tunes o'er our heads.
Now we prepare for the long winter months with our pantrys now full and we've fuel enough to last through the cold and the chill of winter as we wait now for December and Christmas to enter.

Self Centered Diabolical Scarlet O'Hara

Fiddle Dee Dee Scarlet says when asked to nap with the other girls
I want to party she argues, dancing with her feet, her hair in curls
She sneaks down to where the men are and takes Ashley off
Expressing her love which is rebuffed, she hears a man’s cough.

It is that renegade, Rhett Butler, who is a scoundrel and a scamp.
You are no gentleman sir she says, and flounces off in a stamp.
Rhett is immediately smitten, and decides to woo this little pretty.
The Yankees are coming, Civil War is taking a toll on Atlanta’s city.

Belle from the brothel gives money to Melanie for the troops.
Melanie is Ashley's wife; she, takes it with appreciation, no hoops.
Scarlet marries sister’s beau, Mr. Kennedy when she sees he is rich.
Scarlet is truly a conniving, self-centered, diabolical b……

Gone with the Wind has humor and laughter and heartache galore.
I would ask that you read it yourself before I spoil it by telling you more

Rascal

rascal
                                        villainous scamp
                                      the ultimate bad boy
                              scoundrel who gets all of the girls
                        leaves their broken hearts all over the place
                               others pick up broken pieces 
                                     satisfies girls a bit
                                     still pining though
                                                rascal

Karlow the Shape Shiftig Elf

A lone wolf, she listened to the jagged parts of herself 
That made her a scamp, a scallywag, a jammed up wood elf.
She had been on her own in the mystical forest for days.
She heard the whispers of the owlets, their wisdom a praise.

She renamed herself Karlow, to fool the hunters chasing her
Vowing to never return to the evil king from Kingdom of Murr.
She was a shape-shifter. She transmogrified during yesterday’s hunt.
She changed into an elf, right in front of them, naked, to be rather blunt.

Karlow was tired of the harem; it smelled of perfume and lotion.
She had stayed hidden, not wanting to be summoned at a king’s notion.
She wanted to learn multiplication, geometry, algebra, and vocabulary.
She had her sights on running an orphanage, fudge factory and dairy.

Night-greeter, a virile young male elf found her to be delightful.
She did not want to talk; he recognized this, for he was insightful. 
So he gave her some space, but he watched her carefully from afar.
For he had never seen a beautiful elf before4 who arrived on a star.

She Vowed Never To Return

A lone wolf, Karlow listened to the jagged parts of herself 
That made her a scamp, a scallywag, a jammed up wood elf.
She had been on her own in the mystical forest for days.
She heard the whispers of the owlets, their wisdom a praise.

She had renamed herself Karlow, to fool the hunters chasing her
Vowing to never return to the evil king from Kingdom of Murr.
She was a shape-shifter. She transmogrified during yesterday’s hunt.
She changed into an elf, right in front of them, naked, to be rather blunt.

Karlow was tired of the harem; it smelled of perfume and lotion.
She had stayed hidden, not wanting to be summoned at a king’s notion.
She wanted to learn multiplication, geometry, algebra, and vocabulary.
She had her sights on running an orphanage, fudge factory and dairy.

Night-greeter, a virile young male elf found her to be delightful.
She did not want to talk; he recognized this, for he was insightful. 
So he gave her some space, but he watched her carefully from afar.
For he had never seen a beautiful elf before who arrived on a star.

A Scampish Little Rascal Was He

A scampish little rascal was he.
Dancing truth on the silver sea.
Collecting nickels for his fee.
Slapping his tummy at the baby’s knee.

Singing loudly with yellow chickadee.
Using phrases like wanna-bee.
Living in sin was the key.
We called him little Dicky Dee.

Lived every single second with glee.
Was a friend to all you see.
Lived to be a ripe ninety-three. 
What better scamp could ever be?

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