Scummy Poems | Examples

runny eggs

letters never rhyme with words,
like the moon's distant from the sun,
hissing are the bats so unheard
and pleading is no-one.
Forests burn by the mornings
and.....painted are the reds,
skulls since Racism
of hating the Indians
or the Mexicans.
Or the Latinos,
Or the blacks,
He's worse than sins
banked chips in casino
over the dearth of a river's banks.


Street-lights flickering
Until Dawn whitens.
Pebble beaches hurt the feet.
Propaganda's sunken
to ease the pain of our toes
An edge of stones we knew,
and how the searches glow
Cold are the ifs and the hows
And Barista coffee of mornings
seize a moment and lose the speech,
I stopped believing since the last chill
of an unknown of a dying will,
and now moving in the Russians....
Vodka with ice-blocks orange

I once had love,
in my child's tummy,
Sighted above,
eggs runny,
walked before the dummy...
Quake from the above
English 18th century

I once had love,
in a child's tummy,
Sighted above,
eggs runny, 
bulldog scummy
I'm flying boxing gloves
as the day's now sunny.......

You can't haphazardly
destroy what is already
not fractured but broken.

River Tales

His canvas boots still tell of the mountain,
yet Old Man River has changed, grown or dwindled -
hard to say.
Maybe the ragged winged carrion birds
have spirited him away?

The newly painted river towns
have dragged themselves from the water's edge.
Scummy ripples and fresh waves
mingle in the wake of the setting sun.

An ever-young river queen drowns her sorrows
on the floating bar and pizza barge moored tight
to the lingering mists of tears gone by.

Where the heron's haunt the cattails.
I got myself hitched to a sly-handed girl.
Most nights we row together, listening
to the ebony waves pulling bales of starlight
along rolling leagues of time.

Scummy Gummy Bears

"How about it daddy,"
show me the way,
how you roll that paper,
you make it slay.

"How about it daddy,"
you smell so funny,
is that the reason,
you look so crummy?

"How about it daddy,"
you sleep all day, 
you seem so grumpy,
I think you should pray.

"How about it daddy,"
Is it true what mommy say,
that you love smoking,
more than you love yahwey.

cruelty to toads

the toads do not dive
they plop into the scummy pond
pale green bellies floating beneath them
like airbags
they paddle and back-stroke
through the weedy water
as slow as inflatable boats

when i visit them
i turn into a kid
lobbing pebbles into the spawny drink
to watch them scatter
they remind me of fat men
hastily departing a swimming pool

it is a joke i prank them with
i keep doing this
until they turn to glare at me
heads half-submerged
eyes bulging with indignation

once it began to rain heavily
raindrops crashed into the pond
like exploding peanut shells
.
the toads commenced to croak in unison
the noise almost drowning-out
the sound of the pelting rain

no doubt they were bidding me
to go drown somewhere

Cruelty To Toads

the toads do not dive
they plop into the scummy pond
pale green bellies floating beneath them
like airbags
they paddle and back-stroke
through the weedy water
as slow as inflatable boats

when i visit them
i turn into a kid
lobbing pebbles into the spawny drink
to watch them scatter
they remind me of fat men
hastily departing a swimming pool

it is a joke i prank them with
i keep doing this
until they turn to glare at me
heads half-submerged
eyes bulging with indignation

once it began to rain heavily
raindrops crashed into the pond
like exploding peanut shells
.
the toads commenced to croak in unison
the noise almost drowning-out
the sound of the pelting rain

no doubt they were bidding me
to go drown somewhere

Ballad of Charlie and Molly

(This is a parody of "Frankie and Johnny")

Charlie and Molly were playmates.
Golly, how they could play.
Mornings they'd meet at a corner
to plan how they'd spend summer days.
He was her pal, and she was his gal!

Molly ran down to their corner,
a melody filling her head.
The ice cream man was a-coming.
She searched for her Charlie instead.
He was her pal, and she was his gal.

She asked the ice cream vendor,
"Has my Charlie-boy been by?"
"I seen him with some cutie-pie
back there," was his reply.
He was her chum, but he was a bum!

Molly took off like a rocket,
for she knew who the "cutie-pie" was.
And sure enough she found him.
She lost it right there because
he was her chum, but he was a bum.

There by a scummy ditch
as he kissed her neighbor Grace,
Molly unwrapped her ice cream bar
and smeared it all over his face.
Then she kicked that bum into the scum!

"Pick me up and quick.
Pick me up from this ditch.
Now I've nothing," said Johnny
"when once I was so rich.
I was your pal . . . now I've lost my gal."

April 10, 2023

The Egg Is Broke

The egg is broke; the yoke scummy.
I speak of the mind and its mad belief in its thoughts.
The wind is mindless, it thinks not
                          and so it is more conscious than we.
The blind see better than the mind and the brains optical illusions.
The shell has cracked open -
give thanks for that opening, for out of it
                                            the true essence of you
                shall be born.

Scum

Scummy waters slow lap
an ill-defined edge.

Broken Spider-tangles
drift like torn wedding veils.

The surface of the pond
is thick with rot
bracken, slime soaked weeds,
the yellowing seep of decay
smears the turgid water.

Yet now a ray of sun
stabs through the detritus.
I watch as a circle blooms
within the crud
light dancing beneath.

Clear water smiles upward!
The heart of the pond
is still beating bright.

I holler 'Amen' to the sky
and don't ask why.

Once Upon a Scummy Pond

A skinny black girl, her torso submerged,
long neck holding her head up like a swimming Anhinga.

I should not know what a ‘snakebird’ is --- I am eleven years old
and have lived in the same dirty part of London all my life.

Florida is a missing piece in a school jigsaw,
while the British Empire is a scummy quarry basin pond
behind a brick factory.

My body feels rasped by cosmic sluice gates.
I could tell the girl wonderful things, 
but my skull is an open hatch
jettisoning the rest of my life.

Small boys call to me in a trilling tongue,
a pictorial language made from sticks and stones. 
Their faces familiar but their names
long drowned by decades.

I am recalling, falling through a time circle
in a rippling pond. 
Anhinga-girl circles around,
eyes wide, waiting for me to say something.

I don't know how to speak to children from other places.
I gulp water and splutter from a faraway memory.
She grins and frog-legs away.

Same Sinner Same Sin-

Same silly secret sin 
novelty new spiffing slender sinner 
same slow scummy sin 
news single slippery sinner 
same sin strong heart sinner
same stupid stunning sin
news secret sin choice
same sinner same voice

10/17/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

A Cold Summer-

so cold, silly summer

a cold, smart, scummy summer

so cold, strong, sultry, sunny summer

Yet cold, cold, slow, smooth summer

such a cold,sad, soft, sweaty summer  

cold,

just so sweet, scary cold, slimy, spiffing summer


 single summer

it's cold, southern summer


8/5/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

She's My-It Was a Beautiful Scene She's My Beautiful Scene-

it was a beautiful scene
her loyal imperfect heart
her spirit and soul was filled
with the love of God


it was a beautiful, smelly, scummy scene

it was a beautiful, super, stunning scene

it was a beautiful, spiffing, smooth scene


it was a beautiful, solemn, striking scene
her loyal imperfect heart
her spirit and soul was filled
with the love of God

it was a beautiful, slow, single scene

it was a beautiful, strange, soft scene

it was a beautiful, sad, sweaty scene

it was a beautiful, scary, strong scene

it was a beautiful, silly scene



it was a wonderful scene
it was a beautiful scene
it was my wonder, my dream 

she’s my beautiful scene


12/12/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Kelso At Anchor

Kelso has a boat
smeared to the gunnels,
with cawk and greasy weeds.

At a prow of dawn
he hauls dripping lobster,
and their pots
up the scummy steps
of the silty stone harbor,
pushing a barrow
into the towns brick narrows.

Kelso barters claws and tails
to barkeeps, crab-mongers, 
to fish wives and their 
salty daughters.

At close of day
he returns
to the bight, the bitty harbor,
to eats mackerel 
from a spray-seasoned skillet.

Then Kelso lays back
with his reeky brown dog
and smokes a care-free
funky blue fog.

Ballet of An Unkindwoman

VOICES ECHO THROUGHOUT THE AREA
THE SOUNDS OF LOVERS PAST
FROM PERSON TO PERSON
SHE SPEAK OF THEIR NAMES
SMILES ABOUT THE MEN IN HER PAST
SHE SPEAKS OF HER INTERVENTIONS
WHERE SHE OFFERED ADVICE TO UNDERMINE
SHE SPEAKS OF BEING UNTRUSTING AS A FREIND
AND BEING UNLOYAL AND UNKIND
SHE WISHES TO BE  HONORED AS A WHORE
THE SCUMMY KIND OF PERSON PEOPLE FEAR
SHE LOVES TO MAKE WOMEN ANGRY
THEIR LACK OF TRUST: REFUSES TO ALLOW HER NEAR
SHE STANDS IN WINDOWS SINGING
FOR ONLY IN GOD THAT THIS WOMAN TRUST
HER DEEDS ARE ALWAYS UNDERMINING
SHE SPEAKS OF DOING SUCH
YET THE AUTHER OF UILLUSTRATED PAINTINGS
WILL ONE DAY SKETCH MY FACE
THEY WILL SPEAK ME AS A SINNER
AND WORSHIP ME AS A SAINT

Daft Bath Time

THE YOLK'S ON ME

It was bath time for my twins, I played a little joke
and filled their bathtub with purple dinosaur yolk.
The bathtub discoloured, the yolk was scummy
but in the purple gloop I found a missing dummy

Into the tub I placed my little daughter
she shivered, so I poured in hot water;
alas the egg congealed, it was a huge mistake…
for their next bath time I’ll use chocolate milk shake!

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