Branches thatch a spackled sky.
Snow lays itself down
to sleep lightly.
An airborne coyote-itch addles
drops of sunlight
until they drizzle.
Splatters of graying-green
on the hairy chops of groundhogs
as they scrape up a scant buffet.
One Scarlet Cardinal bobs,
its ruby flounced headdress
scattering scads of frost.
Winter shucks its hoary hide,
stepping through a muddy mirage
of Spring.
Fanged winds pounce.
Puddles of rain return to ice.
Categories:
scrape up, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I was a record producer and a star-maker.
The call came in on a Tuesday, a deal-breaker.
The wife cannot come, but can you sign a calf?
I thought I had heard him wrong, but not by half.
Did you say calf? I asked the guy named Larry McDad.
Yes, he said, she is the most gorgeous one we have ever had.
I was now confused. A bovine? A cow? A mooer?
Yes, and I promise, I will scrape up all of her manure.
“I am a record producer,” I told him. “Does this calf sing?”
“You are a promoter,” he told me. “This baby has zing.”
I made the appointment for the very next day.
He was right. This little beauty promptly blew me away.
She started out with “over the rainbow”
and she was as good as Judy had ever been.
She sang six more songs just as well,
and we put her back into the pen.
“How do I pay her?” I asked Farmer McDad.
“she likes straw and feed,” he said. “Does that make you mad?”
“And you get a percent?” I guessed right away.
“Yes, “ he agreed. “She can start singing today.”
Categories:
scrape up, animal,
Form: Rhyme
The mess is creeping up into my guts
Giving me a punch. I turn my cheek so it does not slap me.
Clutter tightens the unhappy bands around my heart.
Makes me feel depressed, lethargic.
Energy level is a thousand past zero.
I am helpless now. Stagnant. Immobile.
Overwhelmed, I feel myself shut down.
What would you do it this was your mess? Internal voice asks me.
This irritates me because it IS my mess.
There is caramel corn glued to the end table.
It lies under a pile of toothpicks, aspirin bottles, and eyeglasses.
Magazines, a dictionary, and a half cup of moldy tea.
There could be a family of porcupines in there somewhere.
How about we start small? The voice asks.
I did not think it would be possible to shut me down any harder but it is.
It takes me a month to finally get a knife and scrape up the caramel corn.
In fifteen minutes the entire table is clean.
I feel younger and happier than I have in six months.
I feel alive.
Want to start on the kitchen? The voice asks.
I shut down quickly.
Categories:
scrape up, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
hold the razor
blade sideways
scrape up and slide
our kind size
straight line marked
like a scoreboard
winner won cards in
routing really
some may stand
up and ready
veined blue blood
circulation it's ok
to say
goodbye and
wait again
'til next time
Categories:
scrape up, absence, adventure, blue, fashion,
Form: Free verse
Hidden deep in the heart of sinful man,
the Truth held prisoner by Lie's free hand.
Darkness will rule when the light does not reign
and this is the cause of all of man's pain.
Ancient the story of Humankind's fall,
for forbidden fruit we traded it all.
Down in the dirt man will scrape up a life,
and seek forgiveness at altar with knife.
Thanks to God he sent down Redemption's plan,
a lion would become the sacrificed lamb.
The son whom he loved, would lay down his life,
the sin of the world his blood would suffice.
He conquered death and left an empty tomb,
prepared a mansion with plenty of room.
10/16/18
Categories:
scrape up, christian, god, heaven, love,
Form: Sonnet
A Nice Hot meal, A hotter shower.
Basketball games on 25 inch screens, eat a snack while I watch my favorite teams.
Scrape up cash to go on dates, Do dumb things when we travel out of state.
Drive cars or walk depends on you as long as you getting to yours and you.
Thankful for the chance of American living.
Where even in ghetto there is some good living, a chance no matter where you from. Homeless, hungry, it don't matter come.
Come join the race to pursuit your dreams, be someone big on TV screens.
Or live low-key in wood and things , where not a soul can hear a thing. A scream or treefall.
Point is I'm thankful for who I can be y'all and that is anything I feel. All I can be.
Cause I'm from the US of A the land of the free. For you, her, and me.
Categories:
scrape up, appreciation, beautiful, culture, freedom,
Form: Carpe Diem
"We're all vehicles cruising down a road
Fresh quadruplets screwed on,
One for each corner
At first, the tires friction if sharp
Brighter than a sun in July
Gas on the same roads we took yesterday
The hills stay the same,
Routes never change
Overtime, the road can scrape up the tires
Every heartbreak, every tear shed,
They're just more friction and rocks,
Added onto the gravel road
Overtime, we all become worn like tires
What some people don't realize,
We need a break to trade our tires in,
For a refreshment to start a smoother ride"
Categories:
scrape up, adventure, age, community, deep,
Form: Free verse
He sits alone beneath the stars
Keeping warm by a trash can fire
His clothes are old and full of holes
His home an old cardboard box and blanket
Everyday for him it is the same
He holds a cardboard sign
Just trying to scrape up enough money
Begging for anything so he won't starve
To look at him you wouldn't know
He was a war time hero
His platoon got struck by a bomb
His unit blown to pieces
He lives his life day to day
Fighting for survival
People sit and stare at him
Looking down on him in judgement
Inflicted with such trauma
He doesn't know how to cope
Every night when he goes to sleep
It's like he's still in a war
This man he is a hero
He saved so many lives
He gave up his freedom
So he could come back to this life
Alone, afraid no family to name
Just his blanket and his box
And a lifetime of such regret
For the soldiers that he lost
Maybe one day soon
Humanity will take a stand
Give this man his proper thanks
And a home that he can call his own
Categories:
scrape up, appreciation, care, dedication, humanity,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Written by: D. Collins 1/5/13
If you doubled the size of medium-petite,
that would be ripe for a man like me.
I prefer a jiggle when I spank that ass.
Then watch it spring to attention, extremely fast.
Li’l-Bitty-Baby-Big-Girl has that kind of stuff.
Tools and moves to make me scream “Ooh! I’ve had enough.
She’s just the perfect size, with cushion here and there.
The kind that keeps you warm in that February air.
Li’l-Bitty-Baby-Big-Girl is the one I have to have.
The only woman with the privilege to clock my ass.
It doesn’t come through drama, it is borne from respect.
Whenever I try to go there, she brings me back in check.
She could scrape up a meal from dried noodles and a bone.
And, cover my back better than Al Capone.
So, I advise everyone, they’d better get one of them.
A Li’l-Bitty-Baby-Big-Girl turn boys into men.
Categories:
scrape up, cute love, for her,
Form: Sonnet
And i sit here and think of the words that ive wrote.
And think about all the things that ive spoke.
People come and go.
that i know.
But some of them let there true selves show.
A thousand ways people can go.
Trust nobody and cold you will grow.
Become totally numb.
All my enemies?
Comb and get some.
Im cold harded and here i come.
I hold hard feelings for the things ive done.
But thats life.
Yiou cant turn and run.
Becuase thats no fun.
About to burst.
Like a loaded gun.
So ill take my turn.
Spark it up and watch it burn.
Emotion nowhere within.
And on his face a cold hard grin.
You could tell he was denched in sin.
But arent we all.
Everyday its a humanist brawl.
The rich feast haveing a ball.
While the poor scrape up what they can as they crawl.
Thats how the world is and yeah its not great.
We will consume ourselves.
Whether destiny or fate.
Or just the ignorance of govenment and state.
The rich dont understand.
Becuase they cant relate.
They get rich and the poor they degrate.
We should rise up and show them some hate.
We should.
Before its to late.
Categories:
scrape up, hate, leadership, political,
Form: Rhyme
I try not fall for make believe
At times I'm trapped in
fantasies
Trying to choose a righteous
path
Turning my head,
Instantly I'm blinded
Cars, homes, and money
It hurts to live in poverty
Trying to imagine better
Dreams of a life without
struggle
Hoping to turn the page
But being broken down at
every turn
Being hated just for being me
Pushed down when trying to
climb the ladder
Making decisions to provide for
myself or my child
Buying food at the dollar store
Trying scrape up gas money
People look without compassion
Despite what they see
They slam doors in my face
Categories:
scrape up, black african american
Form: ABC
You shattered my heart
and torn it apart
You crushed it
and stomped on it
I cry
while I scrape up the remains
I hold them close to me
trying to hide the pain
The pain will never go away
The ghost of our love will haunt me forever
Always there next to me
Never leaving my side, ever
Our ties have been severed
and has wrapped around my neck
I gasp for air
Noticing that I am a total wreck
I have buried my heart
May it rest in piece
This is the end
Our love is deceased
Categories:
scrape up, life, loss, lost love,
Form: I do not know?, I do not know?