Short Scoping Poems

Gyrating scope, on pivot
Scoping for shapes - night shadows -
oscillating fan...

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Happy each morning as poop on a stick
Happy as smooching with a cute li'l chick
Grabbing and groping
Probing and scoping
Had a wonderful time till my back got a crick...

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Happy each morning as poop on a stick
Happy as smooching with a cute li'l chick
Grabbing and groping
Probing and scoping
Have a wonderful time till in my back gets a crick


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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We Had Been Scoping

After things out we had been scoping
It was then that we started hoping
After we had looked all over the place
He had dropped completely out of race
With Sarah Palin he was now eloping.

Interesting.

Jim Horn...

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My eye is in line with your heart
I’m scoping out a target
And I’m aiming with ardor and anguish
I imagine that your slumber 
Will be effervescently everlasting
And I will never see you again
Except down the barrel of this gun
That I hold in my dreams...

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Scribbles 
Just scribbles
In my mind
    Roaming
	Dancing
                   Prancing
     Romancing
Waiting to be let loose
For you to approve
Take the key and open me
Open my mind and see what’s inside
Wishing
      Hoping
Scoping for the real meaning
Of my scribbles...

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LANDLOCKED

landlocked we stalk past pain perimeters
guns rest roughly slung on shoulders hung
closing behind growling within
scoping targets empty claim
weapons lead worlds astray
cast our sins away
lords of nothing
eyes survey
stark hearts
lost



© Kim van Breda—24 September 2015...

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A bulging extremity,

a feminist integrity,

a swaggering centipede,

the cops arresting me,

my dick the right size,

the bang coming out of your eye's,

the sensitivity upon demise,

the dew and dripping from the sky's,

the eagerness of eloping,

the magnitude of doping,

the honesty of groping,

scattering scorpions glowing and scoping....

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Eyes aglow,I roam without fear.
Ears pierced,a vibrating sound.
Claws emerge a subtle grip of ground.
Like a ghost in the night.
I am rarely seen.
Scoping the plain,checking the scene.
Smart and sleek.
I can hold my own.
Tempered set,I work alone.
Enemies exist.
They rapture me not.
Never will you catch me move lacking a plot.

''If I Was An Animal What Would I Be Contest?''
written by...Kacey Greenlee
kaceymike29...

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The time bomb,
Has a lens cap,
Fingers gripping the other end,
Focused in on the verdict,
Scoping out the pinpoint,
The fast pace has the iris zoned,
The hours add on,
Distant but closely watched,
The figure becomes slower,
Grazing the seconds to linger,
Hearing my breath,
Taking my olive eyes away,
As I sink down in the chair,
The agony kills,
With dark red,
An observation,
Frozen in my footsteps,
Do I walk away?
Or become the victim....

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Bipolar bear drifting upon the omega iceberg.
Surrounded by a sea of salty self-pity.
Old blood on your teeth.
Nothing left to lean upon.
Nothing left to eat.

On the shore, the pharmacist juggles pills of false hope.
The tooth walkers laughing at the folly.
The warming camouflage is dying.
All weaknesses have been exposed.

A pod of orca peri scoping for an opening.
Bashing edges of the ice bear's shrinking ledge.
Soon the kerplunk of depression...
Bipolar bear is dead....

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