Short Scads Poems

Someone might use that for ...has never shown up.
Someone could do something with that ...is absent too.
If I lost ten pounds, I could ... has filled my closet up
With scads of unworn clothes in oranges and blues....

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Tear 
ooze
in drops
carries scads 
gliding down contours 
at the edge it drips with a plop 
ease the mind of the woes, a sigh elude unawares

© Nadiya (10 March 2015)

* Chosen Poem of the Day on 12 March 2015
* Placed 2nd in the contest 'Fibonacci' by Rob Carmack on 14 March 2015...

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Ballpoint pens or sharpened pencils,
Scads of pads of virgin papers,
These are the tools,
The base utensils,
This poet needs for his mental capers.
Thesaurus and dictionary close at hand,
A steaming mug on the chairside stand.
Prepared, I wait with anticipation…
What's keeping that muse
With the inspiration?
...

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Fire burning in the box
Warms the pages that I yearn
Sipping nectar tickles bliss
The world outside can turn

Clock tick tocks away from here
Nestled from within
Warmth loosens up my mind
Silence is deafening 

Playful noisy little lad
Whose dog can’t wait to please
Silence gone on scads of mad
Chased like working bees

Home where all matter shapes
Emotions are in play
Excitement depress joy and bliss
Arrived then swept away...

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Dancing leaves
Swaying trees
Autumn time is here

Air is crisp
Wind is brisk
Gusts from far and near

Leaves fall steady
Like confetti
Faster than they grew

Gold and brown
All around
Moist from morning dew

Harvests high
Wheat and rye
Squash and pumpkins accrued

Blackbirds flee
Squirrels spree
Storing winter food

Scads of fun 
In gentle sun
Best time of the year

Dancing leaves
Swaying trees
Autumn time is here....

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Branches thatch a spackled sky.
Snow lays itself down
to sleep lightly.

An airborne coyote-itch addles
drops of sunlight
until they drizzle.

Splatters of graying-green
on the hairy chops of groundhogs
as they scrape up a scant buffet.

One Scarlet Cardinal bobs,
its ruby flounced headdress
scattering scads of frost.

Winter shucks its hoary hide,
stepping through a muddy mirage
of Spring.

Fanged winds pounce.
Puddles of rain return to ice.

...

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Stop watching me with those derisory eyes 
sweet like bear claw
spicy like a bell pepper
give me back my barette
I'm not letting my hair down'
from cooties to copacetic my biggest disease
jus like when u was  freshman
lost your retainer cried all day
give me back my fanny pack
you kept it all those years
crazy grifter lost on the freeway
looking for route 66 in a gay way
why you back jerk off?
scads of luv but to late
here's a sawbuck go call someone who cares!...

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