Short Rummaging Poems
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rummaging through memories of time
worlds away in the silence of night
yet merely a dream away
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Creative mind and body,
Rummaging through time and space,
Aghast at the very thought,
Yonder space,
Only monochrome colour's,
No nonsense approach,
Singing as you sketch.
Aconites gazing into the sun
'neath catkins dangling,finely spun
Awakened mammals desert their holes
rummaging midst the hazel boles
Long twilight days in winter's shade
tomorrow..brings snowdrops in the glade
Aconites gazing into the sun
'neath catkins dangling,finely spun
Awakened mammals desert their holes
rummaging midst the hazel boles
Long twilight days in winter's shade
tomorrow..brings snowdrops in the glade
Sittting at a bus stop, noticed a guy rummaging
through the odds and ends of unfinished fags atop the bin
Stood up and offered half of my fags to him
Not because his need was greater
but because our needs should be the same
A white cat rummaging junkyard
Paws out a fish skeleton
Looks at the hollow eyes
Meows twice and
Walks away waving its tail
In the way you did
On a ramp
Dragging a mink
After staring at me
With murderous eyes
A long time ago
Form:
I have a desire for every square inch.. ( Of You )
The smell of your breath on my needing lips,
The taste of you under my covers,
And your voice rummaging though every vein of my body.
I crave to cuddle with you in my arms,
Letting the beat of your heart sooth my achy soul..
Thunderbolt
With the mystical whiff
Dousing the air
he beckons hurriedly
Enticing the day
into the night
standing tall
he struts into the deed
defying every lurking laws
rummaging cloak and dagger
defiling the hallowed hollows
thus, infuriating the sitting gods
remember when you left me blind
reaching for my spirit in darkness bleed
running away for no reason cold
rupturing bulge in my heart bleeding
rummaging through my unsettled memory
reasoning beyond the helpless messiah
rollicking black blood in my veins
return renew rekindle rejuvenate
Form:
Every fiber of hope..
Grasping just to cope..
Rummaging for sanity.
Mind full, yet empty..
Thoughts in disarray..
Wishing them away..
Sagacity losing grip..
Mind emotional trip..
Continued battle..
Difficult struggle..
Trying to hang on..
Just to stay strong..
Past
fuzzy, reflective
retreating, ruminating, rummaging
reminiscence, memorabilia, reverie, providence
looming , unfurling, inveigling
golden, furtive
future.
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Importance
Brittle while still beating
Facing ordeals bound unscrupulous
Memories and self-fleeting
Roaming humankind, staying meticulous
Probing for thy true identity
Shedding light upon the unrighteous trials
Rummaging for crumbs of serenity
Confronting the blunt force of society’s denials
Keeping busy
Tic-Tac-Toe
Checking my lists
Tic-Tac-Toe
Cooking and cleaning
Tic-Tac-Toe
Trips to the lake
Tic-Tac-Toe
Let's take a walk
Tic-Tac-Toe
Rummaging and fumbling
Tic-Tac-Toe
Just keeping busy
Tic-Tac-Toe
Never still. Never rest
Tic-Tac-Toe
Time always heals Mother said
Tic-Tac-Toe
Memories Never Fade
Tic-Tac-Toe
Students at Work
See them work!
Studious looks,
Buried in books,
Leaflets flipping,
Binders snapping,
Pencils tapping,
Textbooks slamming,
Nick-knacks toppling,
Back-packs rummaging,
Noses rubbing,
Nail nibbling,
knees flapping,
Foreheads scrunching,
Eyebrows rising,
Lips compressing,
Faces scowling,
Chins supported,
Tongues catapulting,
Coughs echoes,
Work Accomplished!
Form:
alleyway bandits beat the man till he dropped,
as they were rummaging through his wares —
clad in crimson armor a vigilante appeared,
everywhere — no where like a ghoulish phantom,
one by two till all five lay scattered — splattered,
ripped apart by the golden gauntlets of scarlet,
and then it was gone in the zephyr — like smoke.
a bloody canary singing a lullaby of Roanoke.
Slithering distractions
Taunting from the narrows
Rummaging the pain
Oscillating arrows
Lasting is the stain
Lurking in the alleys
Seeking other’s tears
Once the number tallies
Nudging on the fears
Slithering distractions
Ominous display
Undesired actions
People run away
Spewing like a fountain
Unimpeded hate
Cast them from the mountain
Kick them to their fate
There’s a hand in my pocket
Don’t think it is mine
It’s rummaging for something
It’s looking to find
What will it take?
Why won’t it go?
This hand in my pocket
It tickles me so.
I have not a dollar
Nor quarter to spare
But this hand in my pocket
Still seeks without care.
It’s reaching for something
Oh my, I should have known
That this hand in my pocket
Was really my own.
Rummaging through the past
In boxes closed by time
Opening all your memories
Of life left behind
Smiles cross your lips
Tears hide behind your eyes
Faded memories come flooding back
Of life left behind
Photographs taken
Moments made eternal
Letters written
Thoughts inscribed in journals
Thinking back
Remembering the good and the bad
Thinking back
On life that you once had
Form:
unearthed belongings...
gasps of pleasant astonishment;
e u r e k a!
white elephants galore...
many treasures, too!
fallen into decades of desuetude
old clothes and shoes
to be donated to charity;
some books to be thrown away.
a silver locket, I thought lost;
inscribed with the word "Dreamer"
on the inside.
birthday gift many, many years ago
from my first love. wow!
Here, there
there, here
Is all the time
it’s all I hear
Rummaging around the crevices
that you would never believe
it’s there! I swear!
Don’t you see!
Insanity seems like a part of being sane
or shall I say my sane…
I’m loving,hoping
living, dreaming
that it would just go away
But it’s thinking, breathing,
seeing, knowing
at every part
of my
day.
The Soul Is Immortal - - -
can't be killed
will live on
in infamy
through eternity
if you have lived
a good, clean life.
It's an energy source
that transcends death,
moves through dimensions
with a heavenly flow
that has you questioning
time tested theories
based upon suppositions
that delve into
supernatural science fiction
with a twist
of earthly components
rummaging through
time.
Life's Menu
The world is a feast
hosting many beasts
lodging its beings
In a palace of bliss
Serving mystery meals
with knives and forks
tending to fangs and claws
Ripping through life’s menu
Feeding on scorn
Feeding on hate
Feeding on the love of men
Lavishly Catering out despairs
Stylishly rummaging
through the hopes
Spreading buffets
of selected illusions
spiced with chaos
i hear the ticking of the clock
it's in my head and in my heart
the pulse of life doubtlessly finite
so many things i want to do
the tic toc getting louder
it echoes in my brain
rummaging through images and dreams
while time rings evermore elusive
i get up in the morning determined
with a yearning to break free
driven to spark the momentum
for the many things i want to do
AP: 3rd place 2025
We thrust ourselves on you
Greedily grabbing, ungraciously groping
Clamorously clawing, indiscriminately defiling
Every vestige of your dignity.
We hurl ourselves at you
Rudely ravaging, rowdily rummaging
Perspiring and panting, lusty and lecherous
To possess you in your entirety
Yet, we feel no shame
For
Raping the world we live in.
For
Being the architects of a ghetto
That once was
Paradise.
Rummaging thru a shoe box filled with paper, each page a note of thoughts and feelings all
jumbled together. I pick thru them looking for one good feeling, one ray of hope, but
thoughts are in bold blood red letters triggering a cascade of feelings of dread and dispare,
so many negatives so few positives. I begin to feel hollowed out this is to much of a task to
file each one away, unable to get away from the terror of myself.
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