Scouting Poems

Candlelight

Lighting the candle
To step forward with luster 
To reduce the darkness
Passing over blindness

Like the night fireflies
Long scouting in the sky
A trip to the moonless land
A queue of blinking light bands

Dim candles glow,  
Help prevent missteps,  
Guide the way with pep,  
To achieve the intended goal. 

Helpful candlelight
Since the wick was lit
Flip-flops in the velvet wind
Yet it firmly illuminates within

Spacemans Report

Earthlings are pink and furry, they look like yetis spaceman said.
The king of Utombbiblia rolled his three eyes under his head.
That’s not the report I got from the last two missions, weirdly enough.
Take my word for it, spaceman argued. You know I know my stuff.

The king was confounded, confused, at a loss as to what to do next.
When had these scouting missions become so abnormally complex?
He did not realize this one had been captured by a giant pink Yeti.
The last two had been eaten by wild boars, as if they were spaghetti.

War Versus Peace

War
Devastation, pessimism
Scouting, hunting, killing
Country, hate, self, love
Meditating, praying, relaxing
Goodwill, optimism
Peace

Vultures Circling

The ancients honored you in their cultures
Mythology crowned Jataya, King Of Vultures

Obligate scavengers, you conduct your foray
Toward putrid carcass of what will be your prey

Dead bodies, prairie dogs, rodents, wild boars
Insatiable eclectic pallet opens many doors

Vomit, your defense, your uric acid searing 
Hunched backbone, broadened wingspan so fearing

Here they soar, the vultures who seldom kill
Just scouting about for their carrion meal

I Wonder What Joyce Would Say

Joyce Kilmer, who’s most famous poem is Trees, was killed by a sniper’s bullet July 30, 1918 while scouting in France during the first world war. 
Which leads me to wonder what he might have written about war….
if he only had the chance…



I wonder if I shall ever see
A world of peace and serenity

A peace where north, south, east and west
everyone feels safe and free and blessed.

Where people look to their God all day
and lift their friendly arms to pray.

For peace…yes, peace is the thought that fills their prayer…
not just here or there…but everywhere.

A world where people are generous, accepting and humane…
where never again is anyone slain.

Fools like me do wars release….
so God please help my world find peace.

Peaceful Mountain

At the foot of the mountain, vast and majestic,
wolves of history prowl, scouting
for human flesh. 
Lava of history, we took it for granted
that history has lessons to teach,
not knowing it also has false entries
to where truth resides. 
Where, how? Questions are endless
and, as usual, time is of essence.
At the foot of mountain, there's no
tourist guide, you're on your own,
lucky to be alive, when the stakes are so high
and the defiant history takes refuge behind
the tall sheet of rock that leads to the peak;
It is beautiful to hike there, scholars, explorers,
prophets, foot soldiers of ideology, heroes,
who proudly strike and mutilate in the name of
a grand cause. At your peak they will know how
to find someone to live for; the grandeur of peace.
Who dares to throw you to the valley of lepers.
Firm in your intoxicating art of survival, justice
and liberty thrive, bloom for life.
And when the stars of hope fade indignantly amid so many disasters,
there would be lightning and you're able to explode.

Scouting the Night

Silly the sadness over
less than perfect noses,
shapes that were a bit
too plump in some places,
and far too lean in preferred
others – now much older,
youth in itself seems perfection
enough – 
            Young cares, those
mountains we now see as
mole-hills -- realizing far greater
the little things: a volunteer
coming to the door with
a hot meal, a call in the 
evening, a friendly voice
just checking, good as
a tuck-in, for those who have
no one – 
             Not all angels
have wings...and many
seniors fearing feathers
anyway, their pointing 
through pillows, too much
like the tips of pitch-forks
scouting the night:)

Vulnerable Sans You

Your absence would have left me vulnerable.
When will people stop hurting me?
If you - and the sluggish evenings - devour my heart.
To debunk the doomsday prophecies over me.
Why do you ignore my anguish?
And why do you accuse me?
If you decided to hand-pick me.
I stayed with you and nursed your wounds.
It was my sword that didn't let me down!
Sleeping in a refuge of yearning is obstinate.
And the dream refuses to come true.
And longing whistles in memory caves. 
He had untied his belt before the sunset.
Morning broke without the night's permission.
And dawn is a predator scouting the quest.
And those who emerge from the dark are his prey! 


Written: August 21, 2021

Ark Raft Wreck

Seeing the darkened clouds
accumilate

I spy through my mind's
eye

And feel the stormy winds
acidic rain sting all about
my naked face 

And hasten hastenly to build 
myself an ark / raft fit purpose
bespoke for wrecking

Using any material disposable
close to hand i can possibly find

So none the less i can sail
away above the crashing
tidal wave of black foam
pushing back

And stand aboard the deck i
cobbled out of adams brittle
fractured missing
rib bone

Scouting the horizon for the
1st sign 

Of a glacier or dry land
in order to beech dock
this vessel and step my
feet ashore

And so anoint myself
King for the day and evermore

Purveyor of everything i see
before me 1 sole property 
proprietor

In order to start and begin
the long hard process
and rebuilding again 

Armed only with what the
storm has left behind in 
it's wake

Little Brown Mouse

Little brown mouse you came into my house but you weren't invited inside 
Then at night you sneak out to go scouting about and by day in my attic you hide 
Now that bodily waste that you drop every place, is something I just can't abide 
So I'm sorry to say but a trap I must lay, for a mouse in my house cannot stay

Oumuamua ------ Am I Poet Enough

look out from Hawaii
  where summit isles peek at volcan panorama
  like curious messengers scouting out ahead
  where we spied Oumuamua skim slanting past
  interstellar sliver rock tumbling by our yard
  from Lyra curving by the sun, on to Pegasus
  hyperbolic speedster, too fast for solar capture
  ......
  am I poet enough to catch your angular drift ?


  prophet of the space age
  Arthur foresaw your approach some years ago
  for moments our eyes meet, tangential traveller
  mysterious wanderer, wonder who probes whom ?
  wonder whether we are worth your fleeting visit ?
  here's hello from us to the white-horse mythical stars
  wisdom and excitement resides in not being sure
  ......
  am I poet enough to read space between the words ?


  do not stare directly
  be askance, be oblique and somewhat off-kilter
  watch the molten islands plume across the ocean
  cosmic time, ancient journeys, canoes and planets
  stumble on a meaning, kneel down, breathe in, rejoice
  feel transition, change of key, symphonic rise and fall
  music in the silence, in divergent destinations
  ......
  am I poet enough to hear gaps between the notes ?

Post the Rose

Like a scouting ranger
The cowboy's flower will
Be my secret messenger
To show how much
I cared and do still

I never told you how bad it was
How much I missed you
How I drowned it
How I almost came through
Like you wanted me to

Sluice gates shut and
I blocked my flow
Vault doors closed to
Hide the treasure
Vanity stopped the show

Because of family illness
I blow the dam, I explode the cache
Out everything pours
Gold coins glimmer on the floor
Untamed flood of feeling, reeling

My mother will not disappear!
Like I have for her!
Like I made you do!
I will take it all
And I will feel it too!

There you are in the
Precious pile, the frothing jetsam
Like losing my mom's mind
It was this bad only one time
When I was losing you

After a generation
When my hair is grey
Instead of sandstone
And I am crinkly not handsome
When it is far too late

I'll do it on your birthday
And our anniversary
For how special you were to me
A picture to hold the place
Of my old face

I hope you know that it
Has meant tragedy arose
Now it's in friendship's style
You'll never see my profile
But I'll post that yellow rose

Passing Time With Rhyme

snow-covered winter came calling
lightning thundered split trees are falling
gurgling streams spread spring’s overflow
bringing new life to all that grow

flowers dressed in red, white and blue
articulate how do you do
pastel hues are too many to mention
splendor shouts at this glory convention

animal, creatures and petite leggy crawlers
flyers, swimmers and battling brawlers
woodlands astound with flora and fauna
renaissance born in a natural sauna

a slender snake glistening green
surreptitiously murmured unseen
a bug, frog and salamander or two
sought shelter beneath a privy of blue

squirrels rustle probe fallen leaves
butterflies whispering flit in the breeze
blue birds warble to a fat pudgy dove
while scouting housing in branches above

Jungle Book

lyrical animal it’s clearly tangible cannibal for poachers of animals
 radicals 
discarding anything valuable to humans saving sheep from wolves waking up sleeping bulls
wolf cry’s full moon howling 
I’m prowling on foot growling plans at thousands scouting riches capital 
casuals mentally dead readings from my accountants notes 
votes to reach breach the slanderers of souls
the polls shows the masters factors in codes 
we got scanners at post
for those counterattacking combating the fold 
Sold another adapter to a soul in the matrix in the back of the skull
I’m a Cheetah moving fast this cat is bold
like magnets zombies attracted to phones 
 cell phone towers power plants explode 
a pets life in a zoo Tarzan playing jumanji let the jungle loose
they eggs in one basket Good friends with Mother goose
fear is loosh 
 whoosh the fowls of the air swoop down eating flesh of you

Poetry With Parizo

With my feelings rising like the moon ,
I'm on rhyming mode ,
my mind is jumbling ,
dancing to the beats that the POET Is inventing .

Eyes are open wide ,
with no inch of a blinking ,
like a hybrid  scouting , 
one breath it all fades ,
this is Poetry in making .

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