Short Scavenger Poems
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I got to tell you about this dig
It made me dance the jig
I did it by night
With no one in sight
Out of my nose it was bloody big
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.
Coyotes are scraggly, ugly too
Eating carrion and roadkill overdue
She is a scavenger and a prey thief
Jackals enjoy kill until she makes it brief
A lion roars
And there is fear;
He scatters hoards
With eyes so fierce.
Provoked by lords,
His wrath will pierce;
Scavenger soars
When fools are near.
The corrosion of caring creeps up at last,
Rust all around your heart
As flakes of red-brown flutter, powdering down,
Filling the scavenger cart
Of ashes and dust from the past.
It rolls away, fickle and fast.
The corrosion of caring creeps up at last,
Rust all around your heart
As flakes of red-brown flutter, powdering down,
Filling the scavenger cart
Of ashes and dust from the past.
It rolls away, fickle and fast.
The corrosion of caring creeps up at last,
Rust all around your heart
As flakes of red-brown flutter, powdering down,
Filling the scavenger cart
Of ashes and dust from the past.
It rolls away, fickle and fast.
The eagle broods upon the nest
and gets upset and moody
"Would that I were a youngling still
like mine upon their cradle
no strings attached
no feeding times
and I a free scavenger..."
by Pyrgia
{inspired by quote #5}
One day
I saw
Up high
Above, a
Discernable shape
Of a Golden Eagle,
Scavenger supreme,
Gliding solitary,
Amid a sky
Of cerulean hue.
Suddenly,
It veered left,
Diminishing,
In height,
Then sight,
Finally receding,
Beyond
The Mountain
Of Bennachie.
Form:
white veil over head
chocolate feathers full fledged ---
benedictine nun?
karambit knife beak
dissected longan fruit eyes ---
elliptic airplane?
scavenger for prey
dead and alive you enslave ---
fancy in bird form?
22 September 2022
Question
Is it a myth
The Death Dancing Butterfly
Large elaborate graceful
Eerie
Scavenger deadly unusual
Rare mystical species
Lethal insect
Romance
30 April 2020
Let The Pens Flow- Butterfly Cinquain Poetry Contest
Jenish Somadas
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Tiny carapace scavenger—borrowed home wobbles
across tidal gossip, the ocean's leftover breath.
One claw dips into a vanishing puddle, testing
the myth of endless retreat. The tide writes,
then rewrites, its invitation in evening sand.
scavenger coyotes crave carrion
gobbling down roadkill of which they are fond
they will eat anything crawling, stumbling, dead or alive
just saw of pack of them, I think there were five
jackals are like their cousins the coyotes too
except they also eat berries, they especially like blue
dainty scavenger floats down
onto a mystery orb
peeks through her pretty window
wondering at the sheer beauty
of this effervescent petal
something mystical about her
An anomaly in the woods
Possibly grown by the
Felled tree
Never saw a full grown oak
landing in this spot before
A magic moment
Grateful for your love
Ratchet old cottonwood tree looks dried out and dead to me
Winters temperatures scavenger cold long Robin perched above
O' behold what a wonderful God who provides for them and us
--Always
So thankful
I AM soul grateful for His love
2/11/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
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only my soul knows
how to find my purpose in life
life has been a scavenger hunt
It began as an adventure
seeking to find answers
to so many questions
while on this journey
I came face to face with situations
and at that moment
I knew what path to follow
January 17, 2022
Earth Life Purpose poetry contest
Unseeking Seeker
A monstrous vulture
Wants the more some torture:
A blistered body further rupture;
The carrion give a worse picture
That should still stick after a future…
It never shall worth a camera’s capture:
Every pulsating but nauseating culture,
The body- jolting which scavengers nurture:
Champions of the bad table manners of The Immature.
Thank you teachers for teaching us
Thank you teachers for being there for us
Thank you teachers for everything that you do
Without you we would be stuck like glue
A big thank you for teaching us on zoom and for the sleepover
Your memories in my heart will never get over
I think the scavenger hunt was sweet
It felt like we were in for a treat
I am liquid moonlight;
The ashes of dreams.
I am the realization of the impossible;
The renunciation of thought, serene.
I am the swimming seasons of time;
The memories yet to come.
I am the flawless equilibrium of the outcaste scavenger;
The infinite equanimity of the illuminate sun.
I am the embodiment of dispelled desire;
The sage.
I am the squire.
Goodbye friend indeed
For I wish not to say this
Class has given the verdict
Coins have won the battle
Thus they say
Inferior is my clan
They say I am a gold digger
They called me a scavenger
They say rag is my skin
I tell you
I wish not to be an eminent of pauper
Fingers are not equal
All fruits don't ripen the same time
Oh fate!
Partiality is your name.
The Ghoulette Becomes Breakfast
‘I’m so so in
the Halloween spirit—a scavenger hunt I’m hosting. I’ve hidden bloody axes, scythes etc. in
my backyard, however I’m
terribly upset I won’t be able to attend tonight,’
screamed The Ghoulette in fright
in a stork’s oven roasting in the light.
A too famished stork had kidnapped her,
had kidnapped her with great skirr.
I scorn the scowls
of winter’s reaper
steel slicing scythe
his corded calamity!
Who grabs the life
from my chest
a killing clutch
his murderous glee!
Cold stagnant breath
rots my cheek
putrid frigid blight
his icy stagnancy!
Loud howling voice
a solemn knell
the endless tolling
his ringing revelry!
Oh scavenger of
dark March day
die a death
so set me free!
In pursuit of dreams
Soak it with desire
Absorb integrity and wisdom
Wring it all upon
Each soul having the
Privilege of
Brushing up against
Continually scavenger hunt
Nit pick if necessary
Each lovely glistening
Fragment on this earth
Which ignites
The depths within
Bare demons
For this is the only
Way to face them
They will become
Embers that thaw
Your path
Like a red-eyed scavenger you
devoured my thoughts one by one.
You sometimes sit with
predatory hands, waiting to snatch any
word that can be used against me.
You hear me but you never listen,
for that would take too much effort.
You are not what I always thought you were.
No, you are just one of the rubber gloved elite,
an aging debutante peering at the faded portraits
through your own weathered prism.