Scavenges Poems | Examples

War

The innocence of daughters plucked off their souls
Orphans spread wide, agony on streets
Scavenges merry on rotting heritage 
Nation's sweat burning, humanity's creativity scattered in ashes
Men were not teary, nor deterred by their transience of life 
They match, hoping to wreak the bloodthirsty beast
Of vengeance and wrath 
They carried the future's hope in the search for peace

Aragon

A hero that fights with swords forged for battles
Swords forged by a blacksmither called Eris
Swords which were handed to Jeffrey
A warrior known for his victories in battles

Battles which were fought with glory.
Souls which went straight to its glory.
A hero cannot control his dentiny
Its destiny which controls a hero

A hero hunts for its prey with arrows
Arrows which are fetched with wood and stone
Stones which are turned into sharp shaffs 
Designed to hunt for its prey

A hero sometimes scavenges for its meals
sometimes its prey runs away from a hero
Sometimes a hero starves for days 
Wishing it had a meal to eat. 

A hero doesn't rest until it known for his victories
Victories which become a part of a historical legend. 
legends which become a part of history.

Iceman

He is a porcupine 
Armed with lethal quills 
You massage his butts 
Butts from which comes atomic bomb 
He fumes and shoots himself 
Apparently a terrorist attack

He is a wild domestic bird 
With a spiky beak that pecks not on faded pupils 
Eyes of a wild cat 
His hands bleed with honey 
He tastes it not

He is a scorpion of the plain 
He stretches his wrinkled tail 
The tail which is lethal 
The tail which does not retaliate 
It only stings his back

His face is the mighty warmth of the Sun 
Warmth that does not melt ice 
His face grows kales and cabbages he tastes not 
See stalks of sugarcane on this dry spell 
Do guard this gezira from the iceman

He spits beer and spirits 
He indulges in them 
And urinates with his belt 
His mouth is a heap of tusks 
Which earns him no sterling pound

You iceman with coded language 
You are the cradle of dismay 
Your footprints are mass graves 
You laugh when he removes his trousers 
And orders it to enter his wallet 
Are you a wizard?

You call him a jackass 
To cry beer and spirits 
Before he scavenges on his own carcass 
Yet you fracture his bones and suck oil 
You wizard must die of asthma

Searching For Rain

An expanse of pregnant clouds gather 
I hesitate mid-step in petrichor air
anticipating a breakthrough, a rumble 
the rain.

A lone desert tortoise roots for water
as he subsists on tiny droplets
he hunts for pearls of condensation
collecting on sparse foliage 
scarce puddles of liquid gold
that form in the early morning dew.

Searching for rain in the desert wastelands
a lone bald eagle scavenges for food 
to feed to her young fledglings
who eagerly await her return.

The desert languishes, barren and lifeless
waiting in anticipation at the dawn of day
day after day, month after month
until today...

As now, I look and wait, fresh rain appears
heaven sent, it's moist jewels escape
from the sky, falling down in heavy droplets
upon the thirsty ground
bringing new life to a dry and weary land.



Rewritten on 1/11/2017

Outside Jesus Town

Outside Jesus Town 

Old man dusted off his hat and whiskers
Polished off a tumbler of red wine
Continued baking in the California sun
Outside the town of Jesus, just east of it, before the mines
There to finish his raw sculpture of a sandy rusted man
Bent over, sitting on a worn out stool
The desert followed the old artist 
It is everywhere
He blended in with it
Black hat and shirt were not the best apparel for the heat of day
They are the only clothes the old man owns
He scavenges the dried out lands for metals
Rusted iron is the best to build the sculpted figure
A monument to life out there on prairies
Where heat and art and wine take part in nature
And pull it all together from the dark
The white bearded man with tumble weeded hair 
Stands contemplative just east of Jesus
Planning his next rusted man
But blinded by the noon day sun

Created on 12/05/14 for- East Jesus – Poetry Contest

Pursued of Death

[Psalm of obsession]

Sleep with the remembrance of Death, and rise with the thought that you will not 
live long. - Dwais El-Qarni

He huffs and puffs
impatiently,
anxious at seizing
a moment unknown
of mercy
He scavenges on me breath
in every nook
He fossicks after me soul
in every cranny - as
He pounds verily hard
on me footsteps and whilst
His nostrils unravel me
existence upon horizons dreary
[Time possesses nay reprieve]
His, ain't a pogue,
but a sledgehammer
trademarked of fatality.
Patience oughtn't be
His becoming, 'cause, either
He do or die ...
DEATH,
i've realized,
will have to do - for, if not,
none will be left to inject
mortality's folly upon me:
DEATH
rather
DIE
me.

He runs on a velocity
terrifying than the throbbing
of me heartbeat;
the pursuit 
grows desperate every time.
He endorses that
i speculate of Him
a fore i taste Him.
lately,
D E A T H
stalks me shadow
as of a nocent marauder
devoid of mercy ...
irrespective!

Dinner Date

Bring all your revenges to the table
Sit them down and serve them well
Crystal cut glass, French Champagne
And listen to the stories that they will tell

Place guilt across from regret
Whilst heartbreak and sin reacquaint
Thoughts starched up cotton napkins
Dine with both the sinner and the saint

Lies like locust swarms spelt in sentences on the menu
Anger boils over erupts spoiling the setting
Ego attempts a humble hasty intervention
But memories x-ray sharp prevent forgetting

Tensions trek arduously around this table
Whilst fear scavenges for dirty little secrets
Elusive emotion makes an elegant appearance
Upping the ante, everyone taking side bets

I thought I heard someone call my name
It was coward hiding behind the door post
How could I not go to his aid?
I really must leave and assist him, after all I am the host

Breath On Thy Breast

She's a mom from a poor family.
Everyday striving in a sidewalks.
No shelter,no roof to shed.
Her life is devastated.
No food ,she scavenges day by day.
She got pregnant,a man didn't stay.
Until one morning has came.
She'd delivered her son in a banquette.
She feeds baby on her breast,
So poor, she can't afford an expensive milk.
To feed a baby she all adore.
She is frustrated to give him ,
A better life, the safest home.
Until one coldest night.
The wind blows so strong.
Her baby suffered for an extreme cold.
She was baffled and nowhere else to run.
Taking her baby,found a tree to hide.
And was amazed by what she found, 
the li'l life she fed on her breast, 
no longer breathed, a cold cadaver. 
The life she used to cradle, had left, 
and gone in the midst of the night. 
Tears fell down on her cheek, 
and she mourned for a baby ,
She had given love and breath.



Based on the painting :"Mother and Child" from Stephanie Deshpande
Contemporary Figurative Art for the Contemporary Free Rhyme Contest of
Cyndi MacMillan

Greed

Just one more avenue that will take you down
As on Satan's head you place yet another a crown
As a homeless man scavenges through the window pane
You look upon him with complete and utter disdain

And once having your own fill
You now add dessert to that bill
Adjusting your chair so as not to look outside
For sympathy was never something you really ever tried

Getting ready for the chill you don your coat
Having suddenly gotten this little lump in your now empty throat
Now on your way, walking out the front door
Hoping you don't see that pathetic man any more

But as you continue your walk back up South street
There he is lying on a vent, crumpled up at you feet
Casually walking past, trying to look the other way
He looks up at you and say's, "sir, it is for your soul that I pray"

But you didn't hear those words that he said 
For your too content and completely fed
Having so little he has given you so much
For life is so brittle without God's Touch

To All Aspiring

The cold man,
the starving youth
walks the destroyed roads.
Through the fields of corpses
he scavenges the water
while wishing to fill
the withering cave inside.

The warm soul, 
the hiding one,
moving through the solemn life.
Denying those who taunt her
she lives a troubled life
and all she really wants it to
tell the world her story

This is to all aspiring.

Storyteller (Nonet #1)

Shadows cover the bullet by half.


Father buck scavenges berries.


Offspring of His fathers faith.


Man waits high in the larch. 


Cumbersome stomach.


Rifle prepared.


Trustworthy.


Patient.


Time.





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18CJGlp5eiI

The Desert

The Desert


Flat pit
Sands wings of want
Devour ( mesmerisms haunts ) 

Nothing but their desire
Scourges

No horizons
Empty skies
All with out meaning
Sit ( still carousel )
On want

Flat pit 
Quicksand’s
Swallow

The dust of its need
Fills ( slow flash flood )
Grows
Touches nothing
Coughs and chokes
A feeling

Only want
With more to its cause
Shivering in hot blood
To the core
Spilled
Open ( laying naked enclosed )

Flat pit
Digs
Screeching moron 
Scavenges

Empty laughter pulpit
The hugs of love
But want

Always want
Emptied to want
The flat pit
Falls
On want 



The desert
Crawls the swimming sand
This water falls  ( desiccant )

Dry

Unspeakable Horrors

The beast roams and scavenges
Searching for a carcass to feed upon
Sadly, he is well fed on souls that have no care
Filling his pit of a gut
Licking our wishes from his chops
His stomach rumbles with unsettled dreams
His breath a stench of hopeless rot
“What is this unspeakable horror?”
‘Tis what is whispered in the dark
His name by evil as the thoughts and deeds
	Committed
Attracted by greed, vanity, and lies
Pray that he has not caught your sent

Stain

Let your soul stain the paper
Like your blood stains the floor
Smearing squalls of liquidated life
On the palms of your scribbled war

Squeeze your heartache with your hand
Like a sermon spills a pariah’s plight
Cleansing the sins of your visceral voice
With the tears from which you write

Strain the sediment of your strife
Like starvation scavenges a gutted shore
Siphoning the spoils of weeping wounds
Dripping from the lines of your lore

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