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Revised Nursery Rhyme No 2 - Capital Capitol Expose

     Old Joe and Jill went up to Capitol Hill
     Stayed four years, longer than they had-oughter 
         Then Old Joe came tumbling down ~
      As she scavenged the carcass for his crown 
      The DEI VP's heart exposed as stone after



        DEI = Didn't Earn It
          VP = Vice-President, Kamala Harris

BABIES IN BASKETS

I could write so many words
Created to move, shake, and inspire growth
But I'd rather tell you of babies in baskets
Mothers placing offspring in steel cages
To ensure their continual safety
While piling food, toys, and drinks
On top of tiny legs
Making sure eyes are on the screen
Feeding empty mouths with scavenged product
...gotta bounce babies in baskets

Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-16-2024

Mansfield Dam

The barren ground bleached by the sacred sun
scantily clothed children and dogs run
Trees scarred by scavenged limbs
Burned in pyres as sunlight dims
Low water levels recorded on painted rocks 
Boats cannot reach out of water docks

I have seen he planet of the damned

The hardened earth refuses tent stakes
another hill make your Achilles ache
The ground crackles then suckles in the rain
lack of jobs, beer in hand men complain
Barking dogs and muffled screams of passion
children cry in starvation fashion
music lifted by campfire plumes
Angry voices friendship consumes

I have walked the planet of the damned

Where people's lives reduced to what they own
Homeless families are not alone
friendship the ultimate mark
the ability to see light through the dark
I have lived on the planet of the damned
And life goes on without being crammed

Working the Shadows

Under the cover of daylight, beneath the mill
and hustle of teaming crowds; a need
and a life-grinding poverty
swept her down a wrong way.

She strayed into streets so narrow
entered them as a shadow-less shadow
stayed where rank rooms were rent by the hour
where tussled bedsheets her only ownership.

A small child might have slipped past
the ranks of pot-bellied loungers,
but the pimps were as thin as switch blades
and their eyes scavenged
for any walking flesh.

No one kidnapped her; abused her much,
she was taken by her own weakened self,
nabbed by an ever willing surrender.

Did she come to a dark end?

Only the flickering city lights
at the end of a day
can both ask and answer
that long searched for question.

Retrieving the Golden Moments

The sun-soaked shining valley of his lucent life
Drained the symphonic cadence of ecstatic rills
Swirling around the scattered glint of nuggets
Cascaded with the cadence of gilded instants.

Dislodged sentiments in stream of euphoria 
Floated unbound in turbulent tides of time
In the torrent of the cloud-burst fallen sky
Flowed in the flood to terminal obscurity. 

In search of transported treasure trove eroded
Buried beneath the strata of stagnant sludge
He was the first to wade in the sunk murky past
Mudlarked in the desolate bay in twilight hour. 

In the lilac light of the setting sun fading fast
Each time the surged tide of turmoil ebbed out
He scavenged the mud of memory layer by layer 
Retrieved the golden moments he lived to adore.

________________

July 23, 2022
Phrase used : #1
Contest : One In Five 2
Sponsored by : Joseph May

Don'T Feed the Seagulls

Seagulls can cover hundreds of square miles of ground.
For them, so much scavenged food can be found.
Despite their numbers steadily on the increase,
the amount of food they can find will never cease.
There is one thing about these birds I especially hate:
That is when they dive bomb on us and defecate.
They remind me of the zeros attacking Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.
I don't know about you, but I don't want them near me.
As for feeding seagulls, don't even bother to care.
That would be like putting Donald Trump on welfare!

Sudirman Central Business District

I don’t know why crowd cover this,
Atmosphere full of air pollution
River full of chemist contamination 
I don’t know why seedy cover this.

There are buildings stand sturdy
As the inner of economic
As the base of legality
As the nodal of metropolitan cosmic

But slumber still mushrooming
They have and they haven’t contrast
Too hard they are still humming
Scavenged in every time on trust

Back From the Dead

Back from the Dead.
I viewed others lives through a telescope
For far too many lost years
For I, lived in limbo
Gave up hope
Tried to climb a slippery slope
I know what darkness is
It's a place in hell
I know
Only too well.

I felt the pain of acid rain
Hundreds of tiny razorblades cutting my tender skin
I don't know what the future holds
But I know where I have been.

A single fish
In an endless ocean
Drank hemlock 
And liked the poison
Laid naked in the gutter
While the scornful Ravens with hideous eyes 
Beaks and claws
Tore and scavenged on my tender flesh
Every day
A fate worse than death.

I stood on the edge of the abyss
Staring at the deep inviting chasm below 
Swaying backward and forwards
In the wind
Not knowing not sure which way to go.

For my heart has many festering wounds
That never seem to heal
My life is just a circle
On a perpetual spinning wheel.

But suddenly
I have awoken
I feel again
At last, I see the light
The shackles that once held me down
Now gone
At last, I have a life
Nightmare over
For I am free
To live the life I always dreamed of
And be the man
I long to be
Reborn.



Peter Dome. Copyright.2019.

Instruments

Knife and pen, both should be warned,
Tools of deed and death,
Heart and life, they were scavenged,
By any means, please keep your faith,
Perhaps, you can dream like Creath.

Ump

There once was a bully named Ump
With broom handle stuck up his Rump
He bragged, "I'm a rat!"
And they voted for that
As they scavenged for food at the dump.

Love Cast Out

Cast out and ashamed

People did not mention her name

She roamed the streets

Scavenged to eat

In a judgemental world

That saw her as weak

For loving someone that she shouldn't

And though she was cast out he was allowed

To carry on his unhindered

She though he loved her

But he considered sticking by her

And being cast out too

Was just too much for him to do

So he left to face this life alone

And remains in the comfort of his warm and loving home

Because he was forgiven

And she was punished

No she roams this life diminished

Without even that love or memory of it too hold on to

And it left her angry, bitter and confused

And through the dirt that smeared her face

And her clothes that were such a ragged disgrace

The remained a feminine beauty hidden beneath

The wild exterior that now exists

And that she needs to survive on these streets

And her dry eyes no no longer have the capacity to weep

And sadly she has lost all her belief

In love and humanity.

To My Alter Ego

I see the stars and I see you,
I feel the warmth in your adieu,
I feel your presence but can't see you,
I see your soul in the lightest hue...

The picture is so clear and bright,
Yet, I feel this paranormal fright,
Of being scavenged to death by sight,
By the people-werewolf's, using all their might!

This fear persists, it's all blue,
Your absence makes it purely true,
That I don't belong here, it's not thought through,
Of tears I would make my drink brew...

Hence I search for the light in the infinity,
I see something in this dark vicinity,
A hint of the blossom of serenity,
I pray to make it fake, for the false amity..

May Visitors

Several small visitors came today.

Arriving one by one
   they gathered on the back of the worn cushions 
of the aging tattered lawn chair
   shaking off the cold drops of rain upon their feathers
 they sang unstoppable songs to  the heavens.

They scavenged and foraged for some fallen crumbs
   from seed remains or bread or fallen cookies
most content that something could be found.

Wet feathered, they prinned and cleaned their quills dry
   all the while scanning for predatory competition.

Eventually, each one took brief protection 
   safe and secure beneath the over hanging eaves.

Then as quick and quiet as they came
   they slipped away into the brush
or high up into the bowing trees.

The rain fell fast and bold globules
   riding on the brisk tempest of wind
and in the cold afternoon chill
   these welcome rested visitors
flit away in the silent hours of spring.

Mid-Autumn

Plucked from before the hulks of houses going up
My childhood sea and spot of southern sky
The cornflower eyes northern poets wove into their songs
And eastern poets sang the autumn high
Climbed hills to catch the moon
Timid flower placed inside a Chinese vase
Enamel green the ocean waves
Silvered summit at the rim
Of years carried in this ebbing tide
I had many autumns and many gilded nights
Air crisp, sky long and blue, blue
Cornflower-hue of splendid time
Pressed as scavenged leaves between the pages of old books
Verse the fixing glue when flower lives are but a glimpse
A faded head and sea gone dry, the petals lost
The poets leant from their pavilions to fish the gentle orb
And roam the stars
I roam the concrete paths and pick the crumbs
A snatch of light between the clouds

The Rusty Carcass

The shell remains, picked clean by
Hungry vultures, ravenous with greed-
Eyes, gouged out, now vacant in their stare.

Raw morsels of choice bits and parts,
Unsparingly stripped or torn away, and
Soft gutted vitals furtively devoured,
Totally filled the needs of scavengers who
Yielded to hunger and shared the feast.

Cruelly, the carcass rests on bony frame
Although once supported by plump,
Round parts, on which it mightily ran-
Crushed and crumpled, now an empty shell.
Abandoned, there it lies- the scavenged,
Shattered, rusty, ravaged Chevy-
Staring- lifeless, amid the weeds and grass.


June 14, 2016

~9th Place~
Contest: Rusted and Busted
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Judged: 06/27/2016

1st Place
Contest: A Brian Strand July 3
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 07/03/2021

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