Short Scrapping Poems

scrapping away the old year,
windshield frost...

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scrapping ice from windshield---using mom’s spatula...

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Scrapping ice from windshield---using mom’s spatula...

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oh is slips
like mist
from my wrist
and takes a stroll upon the page
the scrambled ego's
I'd or did i mean id
scrapping symbols
just to exist...

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scraping and scrapping,
rolling on ramps,
trying tricks and falling flat.
Looking so determined although
you've been beaten,
just dont get anything,
scratched or swollen....

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They are aware.
Mountains have eyes and ears two by two.
Sky-scrapping above everything.
They see they hear, yet they stay quiet.
Simply be aware....

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this life means nothing
our  world is one of many considered for scrapping
hell is the only solution in gods mind for its people
if we are to bite
if we are to hell
it must be BIG....

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With her garment glittering as gold
Skyscrapers scrubbing and scrapping the sky
Fleets of steels moving into her spine
In her womb, is the abode for the affluence
Echoes of stubborn bar beach
Hallowing the expatriates
Across my nose are the moving ship
In my eyes are bustling buses
there i screamed,
Victoria, Victoria an island in Lagos...

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Time to go shopping for ideas
  I'm desperate, anything will do
The slightest notion, the tiniest point

Without fresh oil, this brain to anoint
  I may have to get rid of this joint

Why, that's it! Go no further
  Say no more; it just hit me in the face
What's the point of scrapping a joint
  If cannabis is sold all over the place...

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not getting needs met 
leads to blinded impatience
shrink uttered to flock

but that makes too much 
sense what if our needs were met?
gift it to ourselves?

make up for lost time?
self nurturing through passion?
who else better knows?

scrapping inartful
bullying by every step 
every stop at last

the light shone I need
fulfilled with all the glory
of loving here now...

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the sharp cry of metal scrapping flint sets you ablaze,
combustion, turning oxygen and nicotine into ash in my mouth,
I want to kiss you my dear,
I want to breath you in and fill my lungs to the brim
with your choked up hope
I want to wait and see,
believe with every part of me,
that when i finish this stint,
things might be different,
that this next drag might lag that aching hole,
and one day soon I might feel whole...

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I snap into the sky and see,

The sparkling cityscape.

I zap awake.

Stumbling once again.

Stumped once again.

Adjusting to the alley that was once a speck of scenery.

The lights aren’t sparkling.

The lights are flickering again.

What I thought was harmony and music-

Is just scrapping and dripping and howling.

This is an alley.

Of the city.

Until I snap into the sky again.

Until then, I hum the song from my dreams....

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I hate to see a plate of wasted food
uneaten stuff thrown callously away
no care for hunger and starving lot
delicious delicacies left to decay.

An ocean of undernourished children
skinny bones, wait for a morsel of toast.
Scrapping leftovers in  drains and bins,
Superpowers or frankenstein ghosts?

I hate to see a plate of wasted food,
My only appeal, is this what we  should? 




29th May 2019
Sponsor	Kevin Shaw
Contest Name: It really gets me going...

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