Scrambles Poems - Poems about Scrambles

...Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos. Today a jerk again compared her to the movie star ~a life she never wanted keep......Read the rest...

...Often, I enter a contest I enter the ones I like best But one sponsor said Write stood on your head I moved on to check out the rest Another said stand in a bucket Write Latin, or I’m......Read the rest...

...Late at night I hear their screeching, Feel their evil arms outreaching Like some minister a-preaching In a temple made of light. How my poor ears get to ringing, As a band of angels shrilly si......Read the rest...

...Got to put writing aside for a bit Need to get the bookwork done The taxman is waiting He wants the numbers With dollar signs in front He doesn't care that he's taking me away From my love of w......Read the rest...

...Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos. Today a jerk once again compared her to the movie star. Not for the first......Read the rest...

...Heaven I’ve began to envision the realm of dreams, where your weight is in the presence of the stars that gilsen oh so bright, Such a rocky start to how this began, with mustard size faith clench......Read the rest...

...Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs. It is late and her legs ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés the jalapenos. Today a jerk again compared her to the film actress. A life she never......Read the rest...

...This merciless tyrant, Tormentor of souls Chooses trusting young Leslie as prey He scrambles her thoughts And darkens her moods Each dawn brings The same stormy day. Alone and adrift On ......Read the rest...

...This piece was inspired greatly by the horrors of the tornadoes that leveled miles of life in this Kentucky and neighboring states, killing over 100 people. The grief I and so many feel, I dare say,......Read the rest...

...On a gray weekend in early November I collect and chop fallen limbs From the old trees of last winter and this summer Fill my wheelbarrow with kindling sticks Quiver of arrows Stacked in my ga......Read the rest...

...A tramp steamer plies an ocean of fog. The Chief Bos’n makes a note in the log while the helmsman Strains to see beyond the wheel. The ship’s Captain leaves the bridge with a groan. It’s his ......Read the rest...

...That sway as she turns her hips resonate with an unquenchable wrench Her hazel eyes were light lingers refusing to depart in deepest dark A gossamer arch of alabaster skin as heels dig for compl......Read the rest...

...I want no one to love me for I have only to suffer... Their hearts aren't worth the brushed plackets. They seem dramatic... Behind me, Take their pain in my wrist... Evoking peace and a ......Read the rest...

...Foxes ruffle feathers Blame bunny for raid on hen house. Bunny claims “Easter” privilege. Rainbow coalition boycotts eggs. Media scrambles to cover story. Free range chickens running ......Read the rest...

...A wandering soul lost in her own fantasies Not interested in cruel world of enmity In search of her own sunshine Against the unfair realities... Neither afraid nor pressurised Belongs to a uni......Read the rest...