Short Scampered Poems
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sammy scampered up a tree
to see what she might see
so far she boosted
an old owl roosted
on sams precarious knee.
a dog named zingereedee
announced his dislike for tea
unuse to such talk
a cat on a walk
scampered high up a tall tree.
When was the last time I scampered
About six years ago Thursday, a disaster
Fell on my keister
My buttocks or beeper
Scampered one more time when I got plastered<>
The color that is blue
Always put me in no clue
That whenever I wore this color
I always lose a dollar
I always been pampered
And I needlessly scampered
Of this blue color when I stopped wearing
Not a single day I find boring
Once we had a prayer meeting
in our home…it was a humble place.
When all our friends were gathered there,
a mouse gave a merry chase.
He scampered across the living room floor,
we wished that we could die.
We prayed that the floor would open up
and swallow him…it didn’t-
But at least he was shy.
I saw a squirrel one day...
industrious was he
as he scampered on his way
with such tenacity !
I watched him struggle
to stay atop the fence
as he managed to juggle
a slice of bread, quite immense !
Every time he would slip,
he'd climb back to the top,
with the prize still in his grip,
determined not to stop !
A Moment in Time
I want to feel the beauty
Of this moment
Stolen from the grasping hands
Of time
I want to shed the shroud
Of despair that shrinks
This heart of mine
I want to capture, arrest
This one moment in time
Is it not mine?
Alas it has already
Gone, scampered away
Indifferent
I have lost it.
Chic like a pair of shoes
Hair shiny like a trillion diamonds
Legs long, like miles of concrete
Face so rare yet unidentified
She was a woman
Too many troubles within
Beauty so unspeakable
Her look was like a stoney glare
I tried to touch her
But so afraid in comparison
I scampered back into the ugly shadows like me
I saw a fox today,
And all because there was a delay.
I was waiting for the early train,
And the fox appeared through the misty rain.
Fox jumped down onto the opposite track,
And off it scampered without looking back.
It knew exactly where to go,
It did me a favour and improved my mood, because I was wet and late and feeling low.
A little squirrel sat down by me
his tail as bushy as can be
I spread some nuts in front of him
He rejected them with his forelimb
Wondering what he desired of me
I hummed an ancient melody
He hummed along, or so it seemed
Tapped his tail in time to my song
Soon enough, scampered he away
~ glad he did not overstay
Fear not, doubt's dark whispers,
embrace the testing ground.
We face the same old existential dreads -
the unexpected twist, the vague essay prompt.
Genial birdsong mocked our anxious morning
and squirrels still scampered unconcerned.
“You’re a beautiful bundle of stress,”
I assured Lisa this morning
as I handed her her water bottle.
She
Rode
Winning
Eleven
World championships.
Pushing hard with Scamper and Cruise,
Charmayne scampered each season on Hell-for-leather rides,
Very fast, it was barrel or bust and swirling dust, each triangle rodeo course.
1/2/2019
Writing Challenge January, 2019- Fibonacci - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Used the howmanysyllables.com syllable counter
Playing on the forest floor
I saw squirrels, three.
They scampered amongst the fallen leaves,
Then scurried up a tree.
I watched them in their antics
As they leapt from bough to bough,
Like acrobats on the high trapeze
Performing for a crowd.
Their joie de vivre apparent
It filled my heart with glee,
To see them running tail to tail,
Those little squirrels, three.
Will you please give some
More cashews to chew pleasure
The squirrel asked us
It moved around the tree trunk
and chittered, its tiny eyes
Sparkling, I offered two more
White nuts on my palm
Nicely it came and took them
And gave out a whining sound
Four more scampered out
Of their burrows in cool shade
A cute mug of lemonade
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July 23, 2017
Flickerwing the fairy,
bright as morning dew,
leapt onto Whiskerwood’s warm, soft back
and off the two friends flew.
Through silver-shadowed treetops
they scampered, swift and sly,
switching petals, stirring giggles
beneath a velvet sky.
And when the moon grows mellow
and fireflies rise to chat,
Flickerwing starts her mischief
on the back of the moonlit cat.
Shreded,remains secret,
First love bloomed with in,
Still resides in heart,
As black spot never revealed.
Melted never down,
Frozen white pellets.
Pampered never enough,
Baby lied in cradle.
Stabbed lines darkness,
Rested back in source.
Elation crept,frosted
Scampered away to holes.
Sipped flies,nectar,
Moments blured,mind,
Floated flairs,obscure
Like to shed it away...
Thunder Storm
Written: by Tom Wright
10-20-2016
I awoke this morning to lightening strikes,
And listened intently to thunder’s sound;
Praying for safety and for God’s protection,
For somewhere they were striking ground.
It’s one o’clock and sleep has scampered,
Disrupted sleep makes a day appear long.
Thunder was so loud the bed was shaking,
God had me attentive to a firmament song.
A mouse tore across her toes
then, a scream from her, or it
as it scampered up her hose;
did the boy do what was fit?
She coyly looked into his deep, dark eyes
he, glancing at her slightly parted thighs
soft said, " Ma’am, can I be of any aid?”
“It is but a mouse; do not be afraid.”
“It is a rat that I most fear,” she said
“with eyes so dark that see through me,
attack me in my bed,
sir, is that thee”?
“Yes”!
~teddy and the muse~
It looked as a monkey
With a huge bushy tail
It entered the office
Scarring brother Teddy
It scampered allover
Teddy offered it a banana
It screeched baring its teeth
I call it a muse for lack
Of a suitable or better name
It was a creature of the forest
Dark and very swift on its legs
Who visited teddy yes a muse
I call it a muse for teddy keeps
Churning out brilliant pieces
(for Teddy)
ailing and exhausted
I cloak myself
beneath the glittering orbs
my yearning
securely clasped
one more wound in my core
vanished is all despair..
chortle or mourn
foreboding only a murmur in the wind
once wistful
I scampered baying
torment piercing my soul
I thought you mystical
and willingly followed
until treachery discarded my affection
I pray not for revenge
the infatuation was my own
I shall delight in detesting you
The laugh of the child
Frothy
Sugary
Rampant
Keen
Cuts through the haze
Buds forth the green
Scampered
Syrupy
Velvety
Honestly light
The laugh of the child
The cry of the babe
Frightened and lost
Snickery
Trickery
Spidery fright
Mother sooths
Early midnight
Mumbly
Kushushy
Sleepily lost
The mumble of the old man
Frothy
Brothy
Powdery
Toothlessly smacked
In arguing drivel snivel
Cracked
Yeasty
Doury
Dry
Earthbound
Dust
Drunk, by the sea I stood
I whispered into the air
“This is it… I’m dying…
With a bottle on my hand.”
Drunk, by the sea I sat
I stared into the sea
Thinking, deeply, of memories
Of anything that’s barely there
Of everything I left
Of nothing, and nothing at all.
Drunk, by the see I scampered
In search for words that seemed lost
Scampering, panting,
I lost ground.
And at my last breath, drunk
I muttered words
I bade goodbye
At the shore.
Blue-haired faerie Frisky had fallen into a land of weird.
An angry teapot was the one giant thing she feared.
He was irritated that the dress she wore, washed in Tide
Was the same exact color as his paint on the outside
He yelled at her unmercifully, wanting her to take it off
But she had no other clothes, so she merely scampered off.
His voice followed her all around the place, as did his magic cat.
She was thrilled when she finally woke up on her own bed mat.
“Frosty Valentines”
Softly it fell
In the middle of the night
Its earth bound flight
Turned meadows white
Trees all glistening bright
We scampered to the window
And held each other tight
We breathed upon the glass
And shaped it into hearts
Added arrows from our pinkies
I Love Yous from our hearts
We watched the morning sun
Glistening off the glass
Leaving our frozen mark
Treasured there for hours
On this winter’s day
I Love You
Wooded paths with fallen trees
And sunlight dappling through
Provided us with such a lovely
Sunday thing to do.
Deer were munching leaves and barely
Noticed us pass by,
While squirrels scampered from the ground
To branches way up high.
As Henry jumped from stump to stump
(The playground kept the theme),
I made his sister giggle
(Which is every Nana’s dream).
Although I am a city gal,
The forest has its charms,
The better to appreciate
With grandkids in one’s arms.