Peggy had never been a fighter or a scrapper or such
But she got tired of being teased by a bully named Hutch
He called her names, and pulled her pigtails too
This happened many days in a row, possibly twenty-two
Peggy finally had had it; she gave him as good as he got.
Punched him so hard, his nose released a keg full of snot
The other kids watched in horror; they were terrified of him.
He had already beaten-up Dickie, Tommy, Jerry and Jim.
The teacher had never seen a girl stand up to a bully this way.
When Peggy landed on him, she wanted to yell “hooray”.
But instead, she had to send her to the principal’s office to think.
So, you finally took on Hutch the bully, he said, with a wink.
Categories:
scrapper, student,
Form: Rhyme
I got rid of the toxins empathically
a path in computer science
unique file for friendships
obsolete a techs understanding
depends how you read
Attentions a beast
Lack of communication
Dates are outdated
we network for a couple of weeks
The way I look at things
went from pager To engineer of a tablet
Sumerian skills I clay any gadget to rest.
I bleed code think frequency
I'm just having Diner on a sky scrapper
wait for the update
Categories:
scrapper, age, computer, philosophy, science,
Form: Verse
Where is Tioboid? Jon asked when he saw their captain arrive on deck.
Hidden, Grainne assured, before she slapped pirate heathen off ship.
She would run him through, so he turned his attention to killing others.
Grace O’Malley was a cutthroat, eager to do what had to be done.
Giving birth to Tioboid last hour had not quenched her thirst for blood.
Seeing her on deck gave her crew new energy and determination.
The pirates were on knees, fearful and white-faced, shaking with fear.
Most swore allegiance to the wild pirate queen of Ireland that day.
Grainne never backed down from a fight; she was a hearty scrapper.
Historians pretended to ignore her, but folklore threw her into songs.
Exploits known in Rockfleet, whispered about in Clare Island Abbey.
Where she married the handsome Donal O’Flaherty at age sixteen.
Donal taught her Irish politics, and she taught him the art of pirating.
Proud to say I would have followed this whirlwind champion anywhere.
When Donal was murdered, she led the charge to take back the castle.
She took back Flaherty Castle and six more to show what we could do.
Grace O’Malley never did anything in a small way.
Categories:
scrapper, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
The drooly ghouly ghoul looked frightening.
Some felt he was worse than cow pie lightning.
I had met him as a tiny little scrapper,
When he had politely asked to use our crapper.
So even though he scared the orange juice out of others,
He left me completely alone, also my grandmothers.
Luckily for me, neither of these old gals could see well.
So they did not know he was from the bowels of hell.
Categories:
scrapper, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Why lie when the truth doesn’t matter?
Why speak when words are just pitta patter?
Nothing of sense makes sense anymore
We crave speed but is it really just time moving faster?
Every day, every hour do we scare at being relaxed in the clatter?
Release the mind to the casms of dark matter
Is this where the soul can truly relax?
Burn them down, work them hard, cast aside then remove to the scrapper
A unit here, a unit there - what’s to care? It really doesn’t matter
When truth falls from grace where do we stand in life’s chatter?
Is it real? Is it fake? Or is the point of this life the simple fact that it all just does not matter?
Categories:
scrapper, absence, anxiety, appreciation, life,
Form: Dramatic Verse
THE WEST WIND
Blow you westward wind, blow betide,
Blow upon the western sphere, blow a gale
Rout the shacks on the range, the ‘scrapper a tremor;
Let wail the pine boulevard and the Indian stream screams,
Blow, the palm to bow, and matters to float on air;
And blow, by thy whim to sway the lives of men.
Whence, thou coming from and where, shall thou end
‘Less we come to thy base and offer sacrifices
To restrain thee and make thee honour our will.
Why be not visible, that thou be invincible?
Except thy howling echoed by plants and apparatus,
Like from a funnel, the emptiness of a hollow nothing.
Whirl then and Blow through the hemisphere,
Where the dreams of men pitch a watery globe;
Blow, blow down the poles, the outer space
Till they evaporates on the thin windy air
That man may lose control of them
And be swayed by life to where thou would blow.
Categories:
scrapper, dream, feelings, future, inspiration,
Form: Ode
No matter who,
No matter where,
No matter when,
It only matters why and what for.
***
Yesterday was early,
Tomorrow will be late,
Today I have no time.
***
You can’t train in a gym?
You want to look young and slim?
Stay close to the old ones and fat.
There are many ways to skin a cat.
***
Sometimes I think:
Here is my happiness.
But after a drink for two
I see that it’s just another experience.
***
I am allergic to Scotch.
When I drink a lot of it
My tongue begins to itch.
***
I am on the seventh heaven!
I am here a baron!
Don’t place a ladder
If you don’t want to be a scrapper!
I will never go down
As I don’t want to be a clown!
***
SMS from someone’s wife:
Went to the place you’ve sent,
I understand what you’ve meant.
Behave here like a whore and ask myself:
Why didn’t I listen to you before?
***
A good thought means a lot.
It’s ****** of the brain
Which you have to train.
If you experience it
You’ll get fun.
Others who imitate it
Just get a mock sun.
***
When we were young,
When we were young,
Lovely nonsense was on the tongue.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
Categories:
scrapper, funny, humorous, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Why give a flower worth
fifty thousand bucks to the
dead,
when it can get five
thousand dying kids well
fed.
Why use a million bucks for
fun to fly to france,
when it can ofset the
overhead of the oppressed
and orphans.
Why have a house on a hill
or a sky scrapper on the
sea,
when the future engineer
cannot pay his school fee.
Why garnish your body
with golden garments,
when a medical doctor in
the making daily laments.
Hey, those classy and
colourful cars cannot fit
into your casket,
your buildings will say
goodbye when you kick
the bucket.
What will live after you are
the lives you have truly
touched;
what will count in afterlife
are those you cared for or
crushed.
Give a hope to the hopeless
and a hand to the helpless,
that little change can
change the chances of the
cheerless;
our words, water, will,
wealth and whatever we
have,
can save the souls that
stink, stumble, and starve.
Save a soul today!
Copyright 2012
Adeleke Adeite.
Categories:
scrapper, caregiving
Form: Heroic Couplet
He sees that piece of metal ready for the taking
thinking only of one thing the money he will be making
for all the time he spent he hope he makes a dollar
because if he does'nt he'll only scream and holler
because he's wasted his time on this scrap
which he hopes gt metals won't call crap
Categories:
scrapper, imagination, time,
Form: Free verse