The awake awakened with wide eyes wide-opened.
Calls of the screaming sea, calling calls ceaselessly.
Pound-pounding ears attend, weakening abandon,
wend sea claps yonder, and then only beyond then,
toasting impacts extend hosting eyes to pretend.
Gestures the forgiving, bestirs the towering,
ceaseless battering and charging colliding send,
the onslaught incursion shape equal dispersion.
Sea cliffs under pressure free stiffed asunder sever,
cast in watery graves caused by tottery waves.
Assembling forethoughts resembling onslaughts,
the battered is scattered about,
and the shattered, splattering doubts.
New roles, the lesser deep as guardians o'er a wet scrapheap,
shorn from tempestuous holds ...
fragmented carnage neath ruling waves rolled.
Categories:
scrapheap, sea,
Form: Rhyme
Dear self ,
We live inside each other,
When the last time we met each other
At the last stage of life,
let's take some wise steps,
Your biggest abhorrence was,
You never wanted to live like a substitute
or a hindrance in someone's life…!
You didn't want to feel like scrapheap
But when they find you inept and worthless,
People threw you away when they find you,
snag in their personal space!
They didn't leave any space for you
Filled that with other people or feelings!
But
Their heart knows,
You were always honest with them,
You were always available for them to care,
to pamper, to understand, to trust them,
It was not enough for them!
You thought there is some connecting strings,
A string of trust, respect, and purity,
They were not loyal to you,
There was not any strings!
At last!
Let's decide not to call them back!
You never asked them to go,
They chose separation,
They left you in pain,
They Stopped caring for you!
Categories:
scrapheap, anger, conflict, emotions, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
Cerulean mirror, true to color,
reflected the rouge hue
the setting sun left; a celestial beauty
that only the Supreme Architect could fashion.
That such cosmic beauty could have radiated
from a galactic scrapheap—once revered
an astral pearl—was beyond the limitations
of mere terrestrial comprehension.
Indeed, only the Sun of the Father could score
such a super sonata that only the planetary eyes
of Mother Earth could hear.
Categories:
scrapheap, allegory, beauty, imagery, imagination,
Form: Prose Poetry
In honor of Remembrance Day and those that serve.
Tour of Duty©
I awaken from a fitful sleep
One where slumber was not very deep
The night before after counting many a sheep
My eyes closed and they did meet
A dream was had that made me sneep
You and I were there in a jeep
As I mentioned another tour you said nary a peep
But in your eyes I capture “what the bleep”
We both know the long stay at an outkeep
The enemy would be nearby and they are prone to creep
The sacrifice again would require a big leap
Is this a mistake or am I being wheep
Once again into our love my duty does seep
For a promise I knew I could not keep
Is the price for going to war really this cheap
The returns not guaranteed and the climb out steep
Or maybe we need to stop and make a clean sweep
And throw our relationship onto the scrapheap
Hearing those words make us both weep
For a promise I knew I could not keep
Andreas Simic©
Categories:
scrapheap, appreciation, inspirational, romance,
Form: Rhyme
Oh in the early days you couldn’t wait to get your hands on my curves
Now I am getting older, you simply don’t want to know
The times you got my motor running
How you loved to get me all fired up
Engines firing we went the full distance
Suddenly you lost all interest in me
Cashed me in for a younger prettier model
Ruthlessly you cast me aside, left me all alone
All I need now is a bit of love and affection
Put some polish on my bumpers and I’ll be raring to go
How I miss you being part of my life
Even after all these years I still pine for you
Abandoned when I still had so much left to give
Past my prime, now I’m on the scrapheap of life
Rusted and Busted Sponsored by Casarah Nance
06~12~16
Categories:
scrapheap, age, betrayal, life,
Form: Acrostic
Death of a Dream
Written: By Tom Wright
January 2015
At edge of night
Lies a junkyard,
Where locked away,
Is each un-kept promise
Empty dream or unmet goal.
From here, finality,
For time knows no reversal.
We freewheel through life,
Seemingly without purpose,
Delaying things,
For a more opportune day,
A day, that seldom arrives.
Dreams should never find their way to the scrapheap of life,
Make yours count for something;
Tom
Categories:
scrapheap, dream,
Form: Free verse
He can fix anything
no matter the year
the make, the model
but has his own way
No, just throw that
on the scrapheap
with all the others
Seriously, I just
want to work
I hate people
mostly but not always
Get a bigger hammer
depression my foot
you need a one way ticket
to Ethiopia
I'm having a smoke
it's thinking time
need to get more guns
but that's another matter
now I know how it works
only took three ciggies
Most tradies rip off their
best customers cause they can
but that's bull you don't
need it
No, just throw that
on the scrapheap
with all the others.
Categories:
scrapheap, courage,
Form: Free verse
From the deep recesses of mind
emerges a stimulation
that necessitates a defined
sudden, high-level invention.
Once imagined its stay is brief
and must be dealt with before lost
to distraction. I would as lief
act on its potential than toss
it on an unheeding scrapheap.
Each notion is temporary
and must be exploited to reap
whatever essence there might be
notwithstanding it goes to seed
or an idea that succeeds.
Categories:
scrapheap, inspirational,
Form: Verse
Oh look, surprise-surprise, it’s just as I suspected;
Just as I foresaw it would turn out –
You have already forgotten my face,
Erased me from your mind as if I were but a picture,
Or merely a dream, made of cloud and moonbeams
You have cast me aside, gently but with brutal ease –
And now I recline on the scrapheap, weeping,
But with a smile on my face, at the recollection of your beauty
And the knowledge that though you have forsaken me
Still I had you for a little while...
Held you inside me, in my warm crimson core,
And claimed a tiny piece of your soul
So though this pain is growing, and blinding me with agony,
And though I am plagued by insomnia,
By the incandescent yearning for your skin, your smile –
Yet still a deep part of me is happy and content
Because I lived out my fantasy, though it was brief,
And I kissed the living embodiment of my most ardent dreams...
So though the dream broke, shattered, cut my soul to shreds –
Still it was a greater gift than I ever hoped to receive;
And I will cherish it, for the rest of my wistful, melancholic life...
Categories:
scrapheap, devotion, lost loveme, me,
Form: Free verse
A state of mindless exhaustion overwhelms me
I feel wrung out
Over-wrought
Strained to the very limits of endurance
I’m at the end of my tether
And the rope is strangling me
It’s choking off my mournful breaths
Damming my lifeblood
An icy chill is seeping through my flesh
I feel Death himself has penetrated me
As for my heart the poor thing is almost gone
She’s coughing out her death rattle
Turning the blood to cheap supermarket wine in my veins
You can see it in my eyes
I’m giving my last gasp
I’ve struggled to survive for oh-so long
But my efforts have proven worthless
Perpetual spasms of life and every one of them in vain
Life has deserted me
She did so long ago
For she is a fickle mistress and I failed to satisfy
Now I’m abandoned on the scrapheap
A puny scrap of human flesh
My lungs deflating with each new gasp of air
My heart throbbing in her final beats
I raise a fragile bird-like hand
Clutching a white handkerchief
And wave it in surrender
Categories:
scrapheap, deathdeath, heart, death, heart,
Form: Free verse