Short Scraper Poems
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"calque ulated linguistics"
Ship!!!
the highest mast
was said to be
a sky scraper
as it is
closely
called
in Hindi
a sky
kisser
A bald-headed man from Jamaica
Attempted to scale a sky-scraper
From his hospital bed
He was heard to have said
‘I was seeking a hair-raising caper!
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The crystal blue fountain,
And the lush green field
The sky-scraper mountain
keep one's eye peeled
The beautiful flowers,
And all creatures big and small
Shows the magical power
Of the God, who made them all..!!!
I will leave you a message-
Before I sail along this passage.
I shall write them on perfumed paper-
and proclaim my love from a sky scraper.
Before I venture to the west,
Your name will be written boldly on my vest,
Shaped like an arrow piercing the heart.
Suspect Dapper Draper,
half-scammed a bank caper.
With his brother Baker,
Whose a known safe breaker.
They rode on fly paper.
To escape down a scraper.
The plans were mere vapor.
They were caught in a chaser.
Serving ten at hard labor.
Guess it would've been plainer,
If they'd read the disclaimer.
Those crazy brothers Draper..
A giraffe’s tongue is the longest thing I’ve seen.
Longer than a sky scraper? Asks my cousin, Bean.
I grimace and pop my eyes, but refuse to reply.
He is always negative, I do not know why.
Bean tries to rile me up no matter what I say.
I do not worry about it, and walk away.
This irritates him, for he wants to get my goat.
He is so weird, will he one day go for my throat?
You filled my lungs,
When I needed oxygen,
You were my energy,
Boosted me up like Supligen,
You were my sky-scraper,
Not just a tent,
You were my mortgage,
Not just the rent,
You were my mountain,
And we stood tall,
We played lifes' music,
You kept me glad,
Now your flesh has fallen,
But you are next to God,
Right to the end,
You were my best friend,
In my heart, until we meet again....
Keep all in your lap or clench all
I'll not go to snatch your aristocratic mall
The elegant dressing up,
The sky scraper building,
The limousine car,
The hair style,
The beard style,
The shoe
For your food I don't wanna to be your foe!
But leave me on my righteous five rights
Food, Cloth, Residence, Treatment & Education
I don't wanna to live in your so called civilization!
-April 27,2018 Chattogram
This is not the words of anesha,this is my 10year old daughter.
Sometimes you may feel pain
like its tearing you apart,
feeling the guilt surrounding you
by walls.
Scratching crawling threw the
sky scraper,feeling the pain
like tied to a chain,pieces of
your heart like it was thrown
away,cause people thought
it was unforgiving.
Tired of your soul being
stepped on cause everybody
thought the pain was a game.
Form:
Rain yesterday. Last night it froze.
I'm looking at an icicle that is my car, I suppose.
I go out with a scraper and a red, runny nose.
My fingers are tingling and I think I've lost my toes.
I want to start the engine, but I can't open the door.
I scrape at the window. Nope. It stays iced just as before..
Finally, I realize, I'll never complete this chore.
I grab the phone and call my boss to tell him my throat is sore.
Start the engine; hit defrost.
Find your scraper brush.
Swipe the windows first as you
Get rid of all the mush.
Clean the mirrors and the lights;
Don’t forget the roof.
You can get a ticket
With the snow up top as proof.
Get behind the steering wheel;
Hit the gas and move
Back and forth until you’ve made
A likely exit groove.
Shut the engine; lock the doors.
Some peace of mind you’ve bought
Until the snow plows block you in,
Your efforts all for naught.