Short Scuttlebutt Poems

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Premium Member The Dawns Scuttlebutt

the dawn’s scuttlebutt dovetails with the dishwasher whirring and tweeting the wagging of beaks and wings movement of a writer’s hands
Form: Tanka


The Bees

The bumble bees sounded the horn
Then broke out with all their thorns
For the Gardner who just cut
Their hive into scuttlebutt
They made him wish he was never born
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Scuttlebutt

Scuttlebutt ran in and bit me.
Harder than a mosquito bites.
I yelled ouch!

Scuttlebutt did a summersault
into my reptilian brain.
She is easy to antagonize.

Scuttlebutt chuckled
So I pulled out my big gun.
Ignore.

Premium Member Knight in White



Watch the leaves swim in the wind
As Autumn’s corners unfurl
And as we sail on
On the face of reflective waters
In our relationship
Just you and I now empty nesters
No one to pester us
(but we miss drinking from the scuttlebutt) 
As we greet and kiss the morning 
(And each other)

Now I'm her knight in white
And she's my bride in white
Now its just us twain
Reflections of when we first met

Keep Mouth Shut and Bury With King Tut

tune could not carry
horrible sound would vary
and also very

latest scuttlebutt
trump should keep his big mouth shut
bury with King Tut

they will realize
after hearing all the cries
forgot my french fries

peter forgot to pay paul
when he slipped in shower stall
out from had to haul

many need to feed
must have a group who agreed
should no longer speed

stock market did dive
many hard times would arrive
with God should survive
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku


Scuttlebutt

I like travelling a lot 
that’s why people are
often giving me guilt trips.

I like to drill and dig holes
that’s why people always bore me.

I like playing possum
that’s why life often passes me by.

I paint a lot in red
that’s why people often catch me 
red-handed painting the town red.

I am old-school and like to
hitch rides on horse-drawn cart
but fall off the wagon often.

I bite off more than I can chew 
And I am hanging onto life now
by the skin of my teeth.

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