Scraggy Poems - Poems about Scraggy

...Indeed, I declare, I have seen God. However, He emerged and vanished. I was climbing up the hillock to visit the deity. Noticed an aged-man with scraggy structure Sitting cross-legged on the ver......Read the rest...

... Reverse Engineering a Surreal Eden. To grow a mountain, - - - - - right! In, an old jam jar, yeh right! Of clean soil, Soil! Isn’t that soiled? Such a seed could be, soiled and would be exc......Read the rest...

..."Ronnie, honey,"Do you really believe that's it all about the numbers as far as our God is concerned?" Asked her concerned husband, Bob. "Yes, Bobby, sweetie pie, I really do and boy oh boy Tomm......Read the rest...

...Some will tell you, that we hold a paper flower in an endless night - who knows? Some will say only our dreams are awake - who can tell? Do we ride this cosmic river in a leaking boat, or......Read the rest...

...Again these men comes to mind, Paid to say yes and nay, Lame duck, Canker, ***** rapscallion minds Incorrigible, Political impostors detached from the humdrum of street cries Maggots in honor......Read the rest...

...A dab here, a splash there vivids and pastels smooth and scraggy spontaneous strokes wrapped in mystery Profound Subtle Silent Divine. Abstract Art. A beam, a flame, A flicker, a f......Read the rest...

...it was past midnight when werewolf stepped in, through creaking door of derelict dungeon, half moon lit the scraggy forest around, amongst decapitated trees Owl’s sound! foot prints gui......Read the rest...

...Bonarda?Twenty eight ripples counted , flow? actually, rain drops spare spaces. ?Newcastle darkened by windows, shut,? a longing for short rope. ?Growing window boxes fell?, by taxis and the......Read the rest...

...A DETOUR TO YPRES, (on returning from a holiday in France 2013) WHAT A WASTE A DIM TARRY SUN CLOSES, THE ERRODED SCRAGGY DAY, IN HIDDEN CORNERS OF SOURED BOGS BROKEN MEN, AND MEMORIES SIT MY DR......Read the rest...

...Imagine ! Engineering a Surreal Eden. To grow a mountain, imagination right? In, an old jam jar, yeh right! Of clean soil, Soil! Isn’t that soiled? Such a seed could be, soiled and would be e......Read the rest...

...We came walking blind bends at dusk, An overhanging fig picked fresh. No pavements, just a nervous trust that drivers would skirt our single line. Hugging the roadside with torches lit, Pho......Read the rest...

...Her hair was scraggy, grease covered, I could see she had no contact with soap for a long time. Her eyes were sunken and dark, I couldn't guess the last REM she experienced. Her coldsore covered ......Read the rest...

...Skirting church on Puig de Missa, then down the slope towards the river, St Eularia's Rui, with path that winds on to the sea. Past the smelly goats, where poking little fingers get nibbled, and ......Read the rest...

...Let none say that I did not try, A tragic bundle here I lie, Through half-closed eyes I recognize, Slim shadowy forms flow by. My scraggy mate lies by my side, Loyal to a comfort I provide, A......Read the rest...

...getting old Feeling cold Croaky voice Have no choice Wrinkled skin Getting thin Thin and scraggy Eyes baggy Mouth droopy Going loopy Legs all swollen Youth has gone Stolen......Read the rest...