Scrabbling Poems | Examples

Ubiquitous Mallards

Bottoms up
in the brook a-babbling
topside down
ducks a-dabbling
wings in webbed feet
a-scrabbling
omnivorously grazing
on the dunk
beneath the water
for insects sunk
yet in the U.S.A.
above below but not abaft
they rank 7th most-hazardous bird
to commercial and military aircraft
and as a high-flyer at least one duck
was struck and it's hard to beat
at a cruising altitude
of 21,000 feet

Water in a Dry Land

A mental landscape of shifting sand dunes.
an intimation that something may be worth writing,

A scrabbling creature crawls bedraggled out from
a saturated darkness.

A Scarab beetles shadow takes hesitant form.

Watch as words ripple above infertile ground,
see how serpentine they flow.

Yet another poem about Creation is arriving.

Adam is sewing pants out of banana leaf's
for Eve.
The young man is jealously aware,
that the googly-eyed monkeys
are eyeing her nubile libido.

Early days in the Garden; Eve is making
mud cakes, they have yet to figure out
how to eat manna.

The scarab beetle, has resorted
to scratching hieroglyphics,
for words alone are no going to complete,
this arid revelation.

Something may be worth,
transcribing - maybe.

Perhaps this envisioning
will find fresh water in a dry place.
The white page has a blank face for a reason.

Hearts-N-Flowers

Sending mail today,
  Where it goes,
  How long it will stay,
  Only receiver can say.

  Mail piles deep,
  Boxes in closets,
  Holding all my love and notes,
  Drawings that float.
 
  Scrabbling through the papers today,
  I ran across a heart,
  Cut out for Valentine's day,
  Hearts scattered across the room,
  Cut outs of roses in bloom.

  Only kept one or two,
  No need to label them,
  I knew,
  They were from you!

A Song Nobody Knows

A piece of happiness,
A piece of dreams,
I'm scrabbling words,
That’s as sweet as a cream.

You put on the melody,
and I titled it our “remedy”.
The beginning tells our first met,
And,
The ending tells what stage we are at.

To stay and to hold hands,
To sit near the beach,
and play with the sand.
To kiss on the kitchen top,
And dancing through the raindrops.

Maybe this is for the hopeless romantic,
But yet you still leave me a letter you wrote every night in the attic.
you said,
 “you are the best thing that has ever happened to me”
and I said
“with you, I want to continue this journey”.

Two broken souls became one,
Billions of people on earth but “you are the only one that I want”.
To wake up by your side,
And be your forever-only bride.

I love you sincerely.
Till death facing me, 
By your side, I’ll always be.

Blackbeck Tarn

you are above
so you descend to the water
on stiff legs
scrabbling down the scree

the tarn looks like mercury
spilled into the umbilicus
of the mountain

when approached
you see the mirroring clarity
where a captured sky 
peers inward

from the sloping shale
you throw a pebble
into the water
the splash is small
but its echoing ghost 
sinks much deeper

there is no comfort here
only the straining
guide ropes
of a tilting mind

a plunging edge
that tugs at your life

The Neglectful Art of Creation

All unknowingly we cultivate,
create wild flowers and garden escapes
from all those restless hours
of an ambiguous life.

Tomorrow happens,
it picks up our discarded clothes
dresses sloppily
shuffles into a daylight
visible only to hermit crabs
and night-wounded owls.

And yet the uncreated creates
green thumbs sprout forests
from the soil under
our scrabbling nails.

We are brilliant today,
we shine within a crystal clear
glass of new wine,
bring forth tangled gardens
clear land, till and sow
all oblivious
as we lay idle
wondering what next?

Dreaming In a Far Away Place

In a motel room near an ocean
I dream in a rented bed,
listen to the scrabbling claws of small crabs
as they emerge from yet smaller holes
in the sand.
The little crabs are going to pick clean
the carcass of a dead horse.
The unfamiliar bed makes only 
morbidly obese sounds.
It creaks like a leather saddle
and I am afraid that the scuttling crabs 
will overhear.

Why do only the saddest words
invite us to hear more deeply?

Why do rented beds 
transmit alien nightmares
    as if a stranger still slept here?

Panic

Just witnessed a nasty incident.
So glad that it’s now over.
My hearts all a flutter as 
I’m trying to recover

At the supermarket coffee machine
Standing there on my own
When a nasty accident happened.
A woman fell off of her phone.
I saw the horror in her eyes,
Saw the fast approaching fear,
During those few vital seconds
It wasn’t clamped against her ear.
For a instant it was just like 
Taking part in a movie thriller:
I was looking into the eyes
Of a panicky potential killer.

Scrabbling it up quickly,
Normal position was assumed 
As, giving me  a haughty look,
Normal service was resumed.
Reassuring words were poured
Quickly from the other end
As contact was restored with
Her equally panicking friend.

Be afraid, be so very afraid
If, when you’re  on your own,
Confronted by a user who’s lost
Contact with their mobile phone

Whos Night

Who,s Night ?

It is, night ! dark as pitch black;
I am, swimming in night sweat;
towards an unreachable morning shore.
Whispering pillows bring hours of fear;
and a cage of scrabbling arms reaching,
grip my runaway thumping heart beats;
fleeing me, left prone alone shaking: Yet still
my flickering shut eyes see through strangely,
the bizarreness of its veiled cloak; it hides all.
Night is elusive, in its wraps, its bitter taste;
and is always conquered by morning light:
If the dawn does not appear, i am lost,
realising the heavy lid is screwed down.

Shine In Pink

the typhoon force wind roared through the long dark cave
which was once was the refuge of along forgotten slave
why am i here i ask myself again and again
putting myself through this agony and pain
oh i remember now for my true love i must find
the largest pink shell,just the one of a kind
scrabbling about on hands and knees so sore
i spot the pink shell in the seas shallow shore
i held it up to the fading sunlight
and let out a cheer with all of my might

Saddled With Onus of Penury No More First Plea

Good n plenti riches abound
unreachable to gentle
hermit while aboveground,
human ship of state 
fore'er stranded aground
only thru death do him part will
his grievous soul get spirited airbound

chokehold sensation ceased when freedom
against debtor's prison unshackled
humongous human corporeal being all around
to little monetary largesse
arrived too late to astound
pipe dream eternally left within background
jackass kippered, milquetoast pockmarked,

Goliath scarred, voodoo battleground
visible near completely bloody lovely bones
partly denuded flesh
buried shallow belowground
scouting, scenting, scrabbling
one after another bloodhound
clamors leaps and doth bound

nosing, trumpeting, yelping...
despite snout muzzled reinforced brassbound,
no deterrent grisly bared, limp, lifeless body
sacrificed at skull and bones campground,
despite decay tell tale 
hunch unearthed mound
picked over remains evince sound

Scrabbling

Oh, what a poet I could be,
If it wasn't for Babslou93.
Each day new words come thick and fast,
Each one I think I'll make the last,
But no, I can't resist the lure,
I send a stonker right back to her.
Then back she comes with thirtyfive,
I strive to keep the game alive,
My paltry twenty she jumps on,
Sixty eight, where did that come from ?
I'm really stuck - I've got a Q,
Defeat is clearly now in view.
Resorting to strange words, it seems
Nothing can outwit her schemes.
My every little plot is thwarted,
I'm really feeling quite exhausted.
The end's in sight, a final flourish.
She's won the day. My game was rubbish.
And though I'd like my breath to catch,
No chance, she's after a rematch.
And so the hours are whiled away,
As urgent matters of the day
Are sidelined, but pleasant I agree
Is Scrabbling with Babslou93.

We Cannot Connect Your Call

Listening to the scrabbling voices
as they beg to be listened
Nonsense spewed in multitude
Garbled conversation on the company floor
lonely saddened
grasping at dirty love
in some hope of attention
Nothing i want to hear
but still i listen
hopeful of connection
from the disconnected

Love's Victory

Turn back, live again, he  said to me
Do not  wander in the darkness anymore
One more move might give death victory

We are each connected to that tree
The sunlit top, the roots hid in earth’s floor
Come back, live again, he asked of m

While we live, we’ll live with dignity
Not scrabbling for the gold in blood and gore
One more lie will give  sin victory

The kindness of the golden light was  clear
And left an image in my mind’s deep core
Come back, live your life, he then soothed  me

Do not wonder  now why you are here
We’re here to live and living shall restore
What  our suffering self  has found so dear

I had never seen the light before
Only Christ the tyger with his roar
Come back,  live  through pain, he  asked of me
One right step will give love  victory

Schizophrenia

I live in my mind      
So deafening is the sound 
The constant beating of my heart like it is trying to keep me aware 
I live in my thoughts constantly trying to figure myself out 
Like a puzzle never solved 
I keep on scrabbling the pieces trying to put them together 
I have opened all the doors in my mind constantly searching 
The most beautiful feeling 
The feeling of being covered with clouds 
The screams,the yells 
I am exhausted 
Constantly running 
I can see my reflection in all the stares I get 
Am I that transparent?
Staring at the green plant Withering away 
The beat of my heart slowing  down 
I am not aware 
I wither with my thought

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