Written: September 07, 2023
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I can't sleep at night, so I stay alive.
I am awake, and I search and strive.
I'm no warrior, just a bumbling scrambler.
Restless nights render me a rambler.
I crave a paladin, a light to guide my way.
Yet, gloom reigns, and all hope wanes away.
Into a cloud of tedium and torpor of a tongue.
I long for silence, for optimism to be wrung.
Capsized in an abyss of frustration,
For solace, a catalyst in this desolation.
My gloom clings to such a symbiote spawn.
Snarled metastatic root quotum-dot drawn.
Hush, my tired soul, and let illusions fade.
In this darkness, all that is a masquerade.
Seek not the light, for it is only a gleam.
Rather, apply the recess to deem it a dream.
In the gloom, where shadows dance and play.
It is a quiet oasis where anxiety withers away.
I need faith, resilience, and perseverance.
To explore this squalid earth sans inherence.
Categories:
scrambler, allusion, anger, bereavement,
Form: Rhyme
The hum of the motors that run the rides,
watching cars on tracks going up and down.
Squeals and screams from all those children that ride,
scrambler, octopus, and merry-go-round.
From the excitement of the tilt-a-whirl,
to the view from atop the Ferris wheel.
Stealing kisses from your favorite girl,
how wonderful the county fair did feel.
There were carnies barking out to the crowd,
telling us all about their games of chance.
Spend a dollar to win a ten-cent bear,
was all part of the county fair’s romance.
Toss a ball at a milk can pyramid,
trying to knock them over if you can.
If you can manage to do it just right,
then you might win your girl a paper fan.
Popcorn, cotton candy, and funnel cakes,
things that a fairgoer can’t live without.
Live country music at the beer garden,
that’s where all the older folks would hang out.
Seems there was a contest for just about,
everything that is possible to judge.
People hoping for red, or blue ribbons,
on their pigs or cows or jellies or fudge.
Categories:
scrambler, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
California Dreamin…
Momma Told Me Not To Come
By The Time I Get To Phoenix
Will Anybody Really Know What Time Has Spun
Hotel California…
Its Chain Gang wearing thin
Searching for an American Woman
Blowin In The Wind
Bill Bojangles Robinson…
preaching Fire And Rain
New York’s A Lonely Lonely Town
dragging Ball And Chain
Summertime Blues and Porgy’s drowning…
Riders On The Storm
Layla kisses Judy Blue Eyes
Stairway To Heaven scorned
Woodstock and a Big Bear Scrambler…
Who’ll Stop The Rain
Don’t Think Twice this Hard Day’s Night
Eli’s Comin again
Hey Jude, Moondance is calling…
It’s Too Late says Ms. King
Yesterday’s Hound Dog barking Crazy
—the Purple Haze begins
(Rosemont College: June, 2022)
Categories:
scrambler, time,
Form: Rhyme
Student Procrastinator
Grammar
Crammer
Multiple Casino Guy
Scrambler
Gambler
Casino Loser
Lamer
Gamer
A Playboy’s Malady
Fun guy
Fungi
Slasher in Prison
Knifer
Lifer
April 27, 2021
Categories:
scrambler, humor,
Form: Footle
After watching the news my stomach was in a knot
my brain on a hiatus leaving my creative juices to rot
imitating the thinker wondering why my muse had suddenly left
finding a note from her saying not to feel bereft,
Saying I could find her at the local amusement park
while driving over there it was a little after dark
with note in hand I tried to follow her footsteps
wondering what ride she'd be on I was a nervous wreck,
Buying a bunch of tickets I rode the roller coaster first
the ups and downs making my stomach want to lurch
then onto the scrambler making me feel like a scrambled egg
the near misses and swings giving me a pounding headache,
Then I thought I might find her on the tilt-a-whirl
finally relaxing I whirled around like a young giggling girl
my muse slowly returning I asked her why'd she come to this park
her answer justifying her actions with "because zilch is all I got!"
10-7-17
Categories:
scrambler, adventure, humor, muse,
Form: Light Verse
Colored lights
radiated dull
skies’ darkness;
Laughter mounts,
organ pipe resounds joyous,
drawing in more crowds.
Scrambler whirls
head spins all around;
Tummy flops
bright lights fade
hot dog and soft drink escapes,
into waiting crowd….
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Nineth Place Winner ~ "Share A Shadorma” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Sept. 14, 2011
Categories:
scrambler, adventure,
Form: Shadorma