Short Scrimmage Poems

Cringe at Image of Scrimmage

what we did was cringe
when they inserted syringe
trump did see image

Jim Horn...

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Was it an argument
A scrimmage
A scuffle
A hair-pulling jaw-slugging fight
Or an all-out brawl?

Let’s ask the three dead people down the hall....

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Scrimmage upended linemen
Super bowl Sunday
The crowd roared, foot ball sailed high.

Receiver zig-zagged down field,
Ball spun overhead,   
Runner snatched in air— touch down!...

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The Egyptians walked sideways I figure
to conceal the fine points of their figure.
In a desperate scrimmage
with their own body image
diet mania they would prefigure....

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a scream 
a shriek
a slap
a smack
a giggle
a screech
another scream
their teenage children roll their eyes and turn up their music.
Parent’s Friday Night scrimmage commences, heading toward amorous....

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Least of lustful lives 
We'll never divide 
That's the limit to the scrimmage 
We live the hype
We live in love
We strive with effortless pride
Pick up that stride 
And fly beyond the limit 
Be limitless fearless and fly...

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Trump and Litigation

Trump loves attention  and creation,
Especially if it will produce litigation;
His mirage image,
Killed in scrimmage;
Being a moron  has a manifestation.

Jim Horn



Is in Mira Lago on another vacation....

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People Greeted Trump

When by Trump people were greeted
From him instantly always retreated
Orange hair created quite an image
Like being run over in a scrimmage
Can't imagine next he will have tweeted.

Jim Horn...

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A scrimmage
A scrummage
A squeamage
A dirvage

A political tryst
Dividing up sides
Slapping too easy
Assault rifles on

The reds
The blues
The greens
The yellows

A scrimmage
A scrummage
A squeamage
A dirvage

We laugh at our diversity
Knowing our sameness 
Is what really matters

The media wins.
And we sit by
And let them....

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Was it a clash, a scrimmage or an attack?
The warrior was speechless; his name was Max
Did they carry armor? Did they throw you down?
Did it happen in the woods or in London town?

Were they wearing colors? Did they have banners too?
Were they booted up or did they wear a tennis shoe?
Did they wear crowns or hats? Did they carry shields?
Max ran off screaming toward Wrigley Fields....

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On the edge with a few pegs down the gut
Hideous images to see in mirrors
Must you shock others to this reality?
There is no scrimmage between our talents. 

I was looking for my whiskers to twitch
Powder the facial turf to gloss the lips
Darkness swamped my mind with timidity
For I murmured my thoughts to hear you roar.

Lord help me for today I saw a Lion
What if I see a Dinosaur tomorrow?...

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Kids are creative, made in God's image;
we parents are just coaches on this earth.
God has prepared for them lines of scrimmage;
kids are creative. 

Kids demonstrate a great challenge at birth.
We take pride; their "great"ness we envisage
forgetting their Creator grants them girth. 

We focus on our lines of lineage 
and give God small credit for their real worth.
Is that why they rebel in alienage?
Kids are creative....

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