The bobcat is following gram.
She senses lit eyes that won’t scram.
There’s feet on the path,
A gun with grand’s wrath.
The bobcat on wall, he can’t scram.
Intrusive thoughts are bothersome at night
when I’m in bed, prepared to go to sleep.
My mind keeps racing, and it’s hard to fight
those ear worms which into my brain may creep.
I’ll hear the chorus of some new hit song
unceasingly repeat, repeat, repeat,
or maybe there’s a thing that I’ve done wrong -
like something I’d said that day indiscreet.
I’ll lie there thinking why I was so dumb.
Then other thoughts kick in out of nowhere,
persisting like the beats heard on a drum.
It gets to be almost too much to bear.
Enough! There’s one sure way these thoughts will scram.
I down two capsules of Temazepam.
Slept with debt
Colors fading in
And about my paper
These missiles
I learn from
Lost times
Missing tables
Without a binding
Leaving signs
Coming long, overdone
My riddled ponds
Scram, loves
Every beating shirt
Out of fits i have worn, down
Down, i war every one down
To be alone, dense
As putrid grey
Clouds inside of a sand
A single sand left
Whereth my shlacked confusion
Meaningless resentable
Getting through a need
She wouldnt love
Her boy is my shove
Back to war he goes
object
be silent
not signed about
take the present
it a meaningful moment
at that cornered life
you scram
behind the bent
stand she and he hide
out
for once and for naught
a single ounce
you got left to sell
comin in a center
miss perfect
deflecting death
shirt coats end polish
pranks and bank shot calling
from my starched abandon
lifetimes no skranton
big world owners and rulers
standard operator error
get blues when?
Motivated by jealousy
she spitful undermined
my intentions
far to much to
mention: intruding
on my happiness
making it harder for
me to be
the person I wanted to be
as stoic as it seems
I'm lacking happiness
lacking valor rantings
it's more like constant chantings
in a relationship
I'm pushed to the side
interferance with my advances
in awe taking second glances
I couldn't beleive what I
saw
the odd one out
just tagging along
I know the melody
but they won't let
me sing my song
feeling excluded
moping around
sorta like ah
big silly clown
get it back together
and mosey along
fix what broken
right that whats wrong
The Baritone;" We don't need know skoo bee doo de woops, we gonna do ooh-ah ooh we"
scram Mister let me sang with your Songstress, I'll show you it's
sopposse to be!"
"the smell of dance clubs and dancehalls got me reelin"
I'm reelin
and I'm dealing
with a newly felt feeling
make ah melody
make ah melody
aint nothing specail
about what I'm feeling
make ah melody!
ooh-ah ooh:ooh
ooh ooh
ooh!
No so funny, man,
Feeding me spam,
Morbidly yours, all right,
More verbs, how blight,
Don't waste your words,
You're beyond absurd,
Negative chaff and chatter,
Really does not matter,
Get over yourself,
Get off that shelf,
Go get a life,
Signed, your only wife!
No one believes your spam,
Morbidly yours, now scram!
When the sable ink flirted with the quill
How my muse blushed and blotted with a thrill
Upon parchment that submitted at will
To the words that began to overspill
At school I discovered 'tram' rhymed with 'scram'
And confusing homophones 'damn' and 'dam'
When my rhymes steamed along the meter track
A villanelle came on board for a snack
Welcoming those, not having metaphor
Free verse and sonnets came calmly ashore
On carpets of prose from the Haiku store
As the dipped quill quivered for an encore
Across each line the rivers of ink swam
'I became a poet, because I am'
Colorful the garb
a perfection
of lovelyness
a bite at resto verso
find a place to dance
ooh you
got me going
aint shame to say
keep on with
the way you're going
Woman you know
how to
get your way
full respect to your
situation
I have something to say
I wanna be
with you tonight
I gotta and need to
make it right
got me feeling a way for you
tryna keep it
honest tween me
and you
L'Alpage Fendant
a wine they drank in Grone
in the canion of Valais
"We were on tour in Europe
we went out on night
and " El Whorio el Brazilia"
meet my date and took him
from me. I was her understudy
at work, and this Scram took
wind of us and rootia Married with him.
the Oboist and and the flutist
had to pull apart> Txomin and Dynomoss
sent Whoretense back to
Godbout where she
lived: I got
the job and the man!"
By
Lambada Pagode
the UnderStudy
That did it
we are thru
there's nothing
lefted between
me and you
it's over
so scram
I'll take some time
to find out who
I'm
so long
it's over
I need a friend
to cry on there shoulder
we had our rub
we did the show's
maybe I held on too long
when I should've let you go
it the end and don't
have another
Lotta Fun
and Lutz Salchow
where out in the
lobby romancing.
She wore a Cot Gamoga
type skirt. Had all the guys
even Clemp looking
we told her to scram come back
tomorrow.
Her coach will need to tell
both they made the team
See was to
Whogga: Whogga for me..
The Tuba and the bass player
are here for rehearsal.
A fabulous night
for dancing!
I heard they had an indoor rink at
there home: but it's nothing
compared to thiis place!
Frisky frog forgot to bathe
So off he went, to the creek
Alone in the water, he decided
He’d be so clean, he’d squeak
Silly squirrel, scattered his nuts
Along the bank where Frog swam
Sinking into the clearest water
Frog told the squirrel he should scram
Friendly fish whirled in the waves
Swaying with the chug of the water
Reminding Frog he was surely clean
So he could visit the king’s daughter
Bristly bear came across the ridge
Rattling the leaves with his great paws
The others saw him and left the creek
Recalling the fierceness of his wide jaws
Frisky frog went to visit the king
While silly squirrel packed his lunch
And, friendly fish worked up the nerve
To glide by bristly bear – and on a hunch…
They all thanked God for this water
Where they finally met Mr. Otter!
Be Creative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
November 6, 2022
There once was a clumsy warlock named Sam
One day he turned a young goat into a ram
The next day he made a sheep part lamb
He asked his mom” why am I the way I am?”
She replied “ go ask your big cousin Pam”
Pam replied” must be because you ate clam”
“ What does that mean?” Just leave and scram”
“ Legend says some of us are allergic, no scam”
Up in the valley, my heart seldom and escapes tears
That the world seems perfect and lovely
Down in the meadow, my mind embraces and entrust into cheers
That joy deems fit to fly on for life cum lively
Let me flaunt my humble legs straight
And hold not tight my bag's treat
Even when my outing don't pays
That no man dare obeys
And I thought so damn
Of how peach scram
Though not old
Behold
Fright!
Music sets the pace
Far your plight trace
And beyond the fright without grace
No one knows how quick time
Travels to make a day counts
On another for love
Music does...
5/25/22
It's often obnoxious
Toxic and caustic, occasionally getting nauseous
Always careful or hardly ever cautious
Becoming a clan
Micro organisms quickly scram
Easy to see on cam
In the liquor I dove in it and swam
Drank way too many tall cans
Constantly taking dabs
Always chiefing on several strands
I'm a complicated man
Accept me for who I am
It's just too bad
Feeling 2 sad
Occasionally they ask "Are you mad?"
Damn
What's being done from Uncle Sam
Too much spam
all these scams
I'll leave them where they stand
After one body slam
Across the badlands
A storm brewed in the form of sand
Often played a part and had a hand
If it had anything to do with a grand
Or some brand
Then they'll give it a stab
It was beginning to expand
Or starting to disband
It all was there to grab
Watch out for any sham
I got another scab
Then took care of my tab
Next I spent more time in the lab
Because I don't care about any fad
Endlessly people gab
Thought they had the master plan
Then got caught in a traffic jam
While in Amsterdam
I effortlessly propel through the water
beating my flukes
smaller less worthy fish scram
make themselves scarce
terrified of the Great White
Me
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