Short Scavenge Poems
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I am a collector of natures splendors
Rocks, sand, plants and feathers,
Around the world they come together
All in one place for me to treasure.
he rummages through my trash at night
scurrying off in mist of daybreak
I rarely catch his masked face,
but sometimes glimpse his striped tail
he brings the family, they scavenge together
slapping each other when a cracker is larger than another
I watch them and laugh, they are entertaining
my woodland raccoons
I scavenge, but clean
I scare, but bring discipline
I portend darkness, but do I have a choice?
I steal cuckoo’s nest, but help it sing melodies in the forest
I sit and croak on a ledge, but bring news of the arrival of a traveler
I am not stupid, I brought up the low water level in the pitcher and quenched my thirst
THE CHALLENGE OF GREATNESS
Give me a penniless time
I'll show you my merciless prime
Give me challenge
But no scavenge
And I will show you greatness
On the path of being made there's no lateness.
My night season is on
But i will be done before dawn.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©2nd April, 2018
If I ever found myself homeless,
I wouldn't live out on the streets.
I'd live in the wilderness,
just mother nature and me.
Wherever I would lay would be where I'd sleep.
Whatever I can scavenge I shall eat,
just like the so many homeless today living on the streets,
but I'd be homeless in an environment much more enjoyable for me.
Walking down the narrow path of darkness
Souls of black wash away in the skys
Gothic satire drips from the corners of the Earth
Bloodlust creatures scavenge the cores of nothingness
Picking and prying each bone like strings off a guitar
Everything they do is in vain of the other
Despite their dangerous similarities
They despise one another.
Seagulls soar and pigeons fly,
Sharing one huge cloud-streaked sky.
While they swoop and scavenge, I
Sit watching them in flight.
Walkers with their dogs stroll by;
Joggers pass, their heads held high
And in repose, I wonder why
This brings me such delight.
With my pencil, I can try
To get on paper, thoughts that my
Perceptions let me amplify
When I sit down and write.
Embalming the Conscience
Embalming the conscience,
of a world catatonic with apathy.
Apathy worn on sleeves,
with shimmering cuff-links of brazen indifference.
Shopping, mall-hopping, acquiring.
Squinting at designer tags.
Ah! But the party never ends,
as we giggle and flirt and drink and screw.
While corpses burn,
nailed to the cross.
And while the others scavenge,
for scraps in the dirt.
Form:
ANOTHER DAY OF FLEEING LIFE
Jaundiced eyes peered
from skeletal sockets
reflecting the daily fear:
Not of inevitable death;
but the agony of life another day.
The permanent stoop
of the frail body---aping
a living trophy of submission,
had long prepared its self
to endure the daily scavenge
of the garbage heap:
What a pity;
even a dying man must eat!
Needing a break some time to retire
Jesus went off to the region of Tyre.
But there was a mother
who him did discover
and asked him to heal her daughter so dire.
“The children of Israel first let me feed
rather than the dogs whatever their need.”
“Where the children have been
dogs do scavenge and clean.”
“Your daughter is healed by your faith she is freed.”
Mark 7.24-30
Too long I sleep,
Only darkness I see;
Blackened, my eyes,
Blinded, I rise.
Too long I sleep,
How forgotten the world is,
How memories faded (in depth),
Like butter, it is melting,
The very life and routine, it's sickening.
Now, I rise from my slumber,
Beware, my friends, the lions awake;
Search, gnarl, scavenge everything,
For rights, sights; fight with everything,
Wage your life; future is yours to take.
I hear the distinctive cry of seagulls
Although I am far from the sea
In my imagination I see
A violent sea, with crashing waves
Spray raining down onto the promenade
Fishermen stranded in their boats, awaiting rescue
The lifeboat traversing it’s ramp into the sea
Wheeling seagulls caterwaul to each other
“Today, the fish are too deep to catch,
We need to eat – let’s fly inland
And scavenge instead of fishing”.
The Dog is structured,
Always working to preserve,
Familial ties.
Diligent service,
Loyal to love and country,
Strong yet still servile.
The Bear is nurtured,
A hunter in fair weather,
Useless in winter.
Promises plenty,
But bleeds his own forest dry,
Water, trees and all.
The Maggot is cankered,
A hollow soul and stomach,
Skulking forest floors.
Can only scavenge,
ON the corpses of others,
And their fellow man.
The crazy weird old lady and her son
That live at the bottom of our street
I wonder if this is how our neighbors
would describe the pair of us
Bet your bottom dollar they would
if you threw in a few stray cats for
good measure
And answering the front door in what
can only be described as filthy pajamas
Feeding bread crumbs to the pigeons in
her garden so overgrown with weeds
even they can't be bothered to scavenge for
release the dogs of war
release the dogs of war
undo their bindings
deny their wounds
delete their words
release the dogs of war
to scavenge
for the remnants
of an aching soul
release the dogs of war
from duty’s valor
terror’s trysts
furtive movements
release the dogs of war
to lick their wounds
alone
in tortured torment
release the dogs of war
into a war
from which
there is no release
John G. Lawless
2/8/2017
The prancing Animal
Through the Woods it Went,
That house Full of Wool,
That was Truly — a Tent.
“Has the Hole been Dug?”
How had It Gone?
Hunting the animalistic Bug,
How saddening, Ron.
Antelope, insect,
Appealing or Not,
A many will not be too checked —
As they weren't Noticed -- Through the Knots.
Never, or Ever -- will The Big bug Bite,
Not again For the Bug of greatest Of Sizes.
“No, not bug, But some Blight” --
Ness, You will Not win those Prizes.
We read in the papers
We see on the news
Our children of tomorrow
Battered and bruised
By neglectful parents
What did they have them for
And rebel leaders
Fighting their wars
Even in society
Our kids are prey
Gone tomorrow
From yesterday
Even natural disasters
Take their toll
In the streets they scavenge
Invisable food bowl
They are our future
In our survival apply
Why does it happen
Tell me why
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