Short Scrabbling Poems

silver light seeping
over toothed edges of land
widens the new day

moonlit shadows sink,
scrabbling brushstrokes streaking
canvas of morning's

golden silver threads
of sky bowing to green fields
clinging to dewdrops...

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Into my mind the letters chase
All jumbled up, scrabbling for space
Like naughty children in a race
To see who gets the better place
And who’s to choose from that melee
And set them where they ought to be
We hope the Muse will soon INSPIRE
With words to set the brain afire...

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Listening to the scrabbling voices
as they beg to be listened
Nonsense spewed in multitude
Garbled conversation on the company floor
lonely saddened
grasping at dirty love
in some hope of attention
Nothing i want to hear
but still i listen
hopeful of connection
from the disconnected...

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An old chipped bowl. 
A bent and jagged edged spoon. 
Is all that she holds. 

A flour sack dress, 
Sandals made from an old tire, 
are her daily clothes 

Scrabbling at the dump, 
Digging through trash to find life. 
Bits of rot for food 

Water from a drain, 
Brackish, foul.  Her only drink. 
Only bath, the rain. 

Who is this person? 
We know her.  For she portrays 
the face of many....

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I'm down to my last tiles, I got a T an I and E
also O, N, A and L but words are beyond me
I could try NITE or NOEL or even NOTE or LOAN
I know I need to use more tiles but no word sets the TONE
My challenger is winning, I cannot let this be
But all I see before me is LANE, LATE and ANTI
Imagine my ELATION after such delay and lag
I put my letters down and pulled TOENAIL out the bag


27th October 2011...

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Have you seen galloping horses
Thundering across the grassy plains?
A rush of wind breaking free.

Have you heard scrabbling tutles
Scratching hopelessly at their tanks?
A ghost’s desperate moan.

Have you stroked a baby bunny,
Felt its delicate fur on its bones?
A fluffy cushion inlaid with glass.

Have you sucked some gummy bears,
Juicy fruitiness bursting in your mouth?
The soundless murder of innocent victims....

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Sending mail today,
  Where it goes,
  How long it will stay,
  Only receiver can say.

  Mail piles deep,
  Boxes in closets,
  Holding all my love and notes,
  Drawings that float.
 
  Scrabbling through the papers today,
  I ran across a heart,
  Cut out for Valentine's day,
  Hearts scattered across the room,
  Cut outs of roses in bloom.

  Only kept one or two,
  No need to label them,
  I knew,
  They were from you!...

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the typhoon force wind roared through the long dark cave
which was once was the refuge of along forgotten slave
why am i here i ask myself again and again
putting myself through this agony and pain
oh i remember now for my true love i must find
the largest pink shell,just the one of a kind
scrabbling about on hands and knees so sore
i spot the pink shell in the seas shallow shore
i held it up to the fading sunlight
and let out a cheer with all of my might...

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you are above
so you descend to the water
on stiff legs
scrabbling down the scree

the tarn looks like mercury
spilled into the umbilicus
of the mountain

when approached
you see the mirroring clarity
where a captured sky 
peers inward

from the sloping shale
you throw a pebble
into the water
the splash is small
but its echoing ghost 
sinks much deeper

there is no comfort here
only the straining
guide ropes
of a tilting mind

a plunging edge
that tugs at your life...

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