Scurvy Poems | Examples

Running for Public Office

I wonder how addled your brain has to be
to want to suffer the slinging insults of buffoonery
Tv news showing how cartoonery 
reality has become

Each reporter is up to tomfoolery as they 
dig to the bottom to find something newsworthy
like a skeleton hanging in the closet of your nursery
Or a pirate lover with scurvy
What a pervy

They will dig and dig until they find your sin
If you didn’t do it they will make it up
Like, way back when he was only ten, 
his great grandfather once stole a watermelon from Farmer Ben.

His dad found out and made him 
work it off in chores 
made him promise not to do it again
but that won’t make the evening
news because sensationalism is the only values
that matter to us all.

Stevie the Wonder

The birth of an indomitable only instigates forces to envy
he comes to the world complete but flawed by a blonder
the journey will be long, his sail will be wavy
but his glue to success, he's letting no asunder
obstacles only makes the climbing more classy by the Ivy
the thorns are overcomed to reach beyond and yonder.

A car crash of the 70s and his fate is inflicted with scurvy
possessing the billboard's apex, that's his first rejoinder
three consecutive albums of the year, this is not a movie
even with sight depleted, he's a 25-time commander
his "happy birthday" song that makes a sadist groovy
lets martin the junior-king grateful and honoured from under.

Accolades and trophies make the cabinet full and heavy
rock and roll, rhythm and blues, his prowess is on the calendar
who said disability is a hindrance not to make one savvy?
Those who ultimately lose are the ones who surrender
now an epitome of peace and freedom, that's our beloved Stevie
achieving against all odds to make the people always wonder.

Jealousy Creates a Mess

Turquoise chalice was terrified that she was not as curvy
As the fade- out banana who had a touch of scurvy
Clothes pin cousin laughed at the chalice's distress
Lightbulb filament rolled his eyes at this jealous mess
Screwdriver did not have anything much to say
Lockset said “I’ll come back another day”.
Cork found himself surrounded by disturbed items now.
He waddled off, looking for a piggy bank or a snowplow.

no time for dreams

people have stopped laughing
and this is no rumour, 
children is Somalia sufferes from scurvy

what a sad scene

has anyone seen 
these countless
deaths of dreams,
dead consciences
of politicians

this dying Afrika

its dead hope.

no time for dreams

people have stopped laughing
and this is no rumour, 
children is Somalia sufferes from scurvy

what a sad scene

has anyone seen 
these countless
deaths of dreams,
dead consciences
of politicians

this dying Afrika

its dead hope.

Tire of The Canopies

Sovereign or martyr thus gravitas none dolorous,
dirge has keyed the grave motif to your succubus,
organs glistening as the innards burst vile viscera,
to bite on carbon release hammers sledge Invictus.

Not impressive but knot is a slip on your own noose,
gathering to watch a struggle as the buckets kicked,
amusing when the rope snaps and the monster runs,
turns executioner hacks away your scurvy populace.

Digress thus invitation to a horrid melancholy siege,
maelstrom of pianist crescendo a litany reverie,
masquerade these fair maidens as whomever,
still a mask and the rest of your face is plain to see.

Dreams are made not to be accompanied by meanderings of creatures of the lesser deities for the reaper is the end to everything this your prayers will not save you from the scythe’s guillotine.

Enjoy your expendability,
know that I do,
with that I take my leave,
soaking to bathe and wash off your crimson grief.

Captain Tabby Longtail

Captain Tabby Longtail stands
Like Ahab at the helm,
His Jolly Roger flying high
Above his salty realm.
He’ll keelhaul your scurvy carcass
If you give him any bull,
And he’ll make you walk the plank, mate,
If his food dish isn’t full.

Bananas

Bananas

Here come the sailors of the Seventh Fleet
With their bananas ripe, ready to eat
The ladies, they like them firm
Musty one’s make them squirm
Why can’t liberty always be so sweet!

Limes

They’re green and round not yellow and curvy
Bruised or mushed never—topsy turvy!
Peeled back skin often slimy
Best citrus fresh and limey
Sailor lime-juicer’s sucked to cure scurvy

Translation Time

If in a singles ad you spot
    a 'RUGged individualist'
  Don't be surprised if he
    lays carpet for 'Magikist' *  

  Perchance you'll get excited
    when you read that she is 'curvy'
  Hate to let you down, old stick
    but she just can't type ~ meant 'scurvy'

  When you eyeball 'slightly heavy'
    picture a spare tire in cargo pants 
  And if you ever read the dreaded phrase, 'well-rounded'
    If she's a poster girl for 'Obesity,' please don't be astounded



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  * 'Magikist was a leader in carpet installations and cleaning
     in the Chicago area back in the 1950's and '60's. It went
     out of business in 2001.

A Cold, Dark Night In Hollywood

There are little, lost islands of humanity,
    That are afloat among a great sea of concrete.
        As they gaze upon a ravaged horizon,
            Where the shoreline seems far and obsolete.

With ship sails that point without direction,
    They're left adrift to the waves content.
        While floating along, almost care-free,
            Simply navigating broken asphalt & cement.

This journey provides to many, a 
    Tragic wake disrupting any calm seen.
        Making it difficult to find a firm landing,
            With a safe harbor to offer new routine.

There's no doubt this exploration needs a
    Better compass, that can lead to lost vessels found.
        Where the voyage isn't infected by scurvy,
            So these 'mariners' find refuge on solid ground.

Tidy

Located in the perfect place
       Filed in transparent drawer
       Unruly impediments erased
       Facets interact free of flaw


       Seamless system clockwork 
       Methods remain meticulous 
       Design drawn up by a doctor
       Considered,  inconspicuous 


       Routine guides a room's tidy
       Itemising verbatim shelves
       Briefcase organised abiding
       Data struck upon first delve


       Packed in precise patterns
       Utility is readily predicted
       Shipshape sailing on satin
       Scurvy sufferers evicted


        Fold exposes name brand
        Recognised categorically 
        Regular overhauls planned
        Excess viewed as slovenly 


        Upkeep travels compact
        In zipped compartments 
        Disarray tends to detract
        Regimented requirements 


        

       
             8th of **** April

Now and Then

Think what you might of had
You had scurvy, big toes the size of your defeat

Think what you might of had
Passing through a portal of cidal haunts
A car of my dreams all paid and cream

What we always had
Inkering heart to fight for fairness and freedoms art
When the Earth sighed and we all held our breathe
Opening air of nights burnt and sounds  Peoples boozed hope
Verifying fermented truth

Did it all float away
Or we just survive better in spheres of silence victories sung only by finches and sparrows
Back to the cave some have run
But more fight to keep each other in sight
No laws but one sight one breathe and a team
It's about winning through laurels and promise
What is news is slight of hand
A jester a pawn
The tired his song
The end should linger
In posed thought and absent trigger fingers
Which lie is closer
To follow what you believe
A life carved  hollow but contently rests upon the dusty shelf

Row To Riches

Aye, scurvy dog! Take one of those!
as cannonballs deal deadly blows.
A satisfying, savage row:
the bond between the rowers grows.
But rapid fire, be on your toes;
you’re in the open, all exposed!
How quick it ends? Nobody knows,
but in the end, it’s down she goes...


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Row To Riches is a multi-player "game" on the Aviron rowing platform where you team up to hold off the pirates from stealing your treasure. How fast and how hard you row determine how quickly you can fire and how much damage you can do with your cannonballs...

Goiter

Little of no Vitamin C
And Scurvy is what you shall see;
The iodine-poor diet: Goiter
And it’d continue to loiter:
A lot of pulsing and bouncing
Like a ball for a team’s trouncing;
On one’s sad neck hanging around,
Auto-immune disorders hound!

Then, somehow, can one it avoid
And have not The Bogus Thyroid: 
Lots of what richly give Iodine 
Safe diet, no Cimetidine...

Goiter not good for camera,
Snapshots skipping it chimera.

He Had Dreamed of This Witch

He had dreamed of a witch who was exceedingly curvy.
She had all her teeth, shiny hair, and not a sign of scurvy.
She had a heart of gold, and her familiar was not a cat but a dog.
He saw her float by on Hollow’s Eve in a dusty pretty smoke like smog.

She is gorgeous! He told his cousin who had come to visit him.
But you are way too shy to ask her to the ball, said his cousin Jim.
Jim was not too shy, so he asked the witch to attend the Harvest tea.
But she said, “No offense, but I have not been dreaming of thee.”

So, guess who ended up with the girl, after all.
It happened the eve of the prettiest harvest ball.
They were happy forever for the rest of their life.
He was now married to the most adorable wife!

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