The Sarcastic And Mad Scorpion

The Sarcastic And Mad Scorpion

A Poem by Anonymous

Whose scorpion is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.

He gives his scorpion a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The scorpion is sarcastic, mad and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.

He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.

Please note: This poem was created with our quick poem generator, so results are fairly basic. Our other generators use robots who take your input then trawl the dictionary for rhymes, synonymns and alliteration, creating a more unique experience.

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End of the Pas-de-deux – Coda is passe’

Drama

Free verse by jay

Tearjerkers, however hard they try,
Will always be rhetorician speakers.
Do tearjerkers make you shiver?
do they?

Dramatization, however hard they try,
Will always be pantomimic.
Does dramatization make you shiver?
do they?

When I think of saga, I see a tragic story.
Never forget the muddled and wooly-minded saga.

Jay’s Quick Poetry-The Sharp And Grand Rock

Short story that inspired me to write a Quick Poem below

Imagine life is a game in which you are juggling five balls. The balls are called work, family, health, friends and integrity. And you’re keeping all of them in the air. But one day you finally come to understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. The other four balls — family, health, friends, integrity — are made of glass. If you drop one of these, it will be irrevocably scuffed, nicked, perhaps even shattered. And once you truly understand the lesson of the five balls, you will have the beginnings of balance in your life.

The Sharp And Grand Rock

A Poem by Jay Parkhe

Whose rock is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
He was cross like a dark potato.
I watch him pace. I cry A’llo.

He gives his rock a shake,
And screams you’ve made a bad mistake.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant glasses and bars awake.

The Rock is sharp, Grand and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightbirds he never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a man must keep.

He rises from his flat bed,
With thoughts of violence in his head,
A flash of rage and he sees red.
Without a men-O-pause you turned and fled.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure

Random Phrases indicate how day will progress for me sometimes.:)

  1. Tough It Out Meaning: To remain resillient even in hard times; enduring.  This is so true.  I have to work on the paper for 10 days now and I must finish it today.
  2. Love Birds Meaning: A pair of people who have a shared love for each other.  Hmmmm….. Wonder what this means today
  3. Let Her Rip Meaning: Permission to start, or it could mean ‘go faster!’ . Moving in a Mentor program from C A LM – Concentreted, Accelerated, Learning Method towards C A A P – Concentrated Accelerated Action Plan now. Hope is not part of strategy  Doing it, IS.
  4. Greased Lightning Meaning: Very fast or quick.  That I am, especially when it comes to loud thinking via a Keyboard on a TV Type typewriter 🙂
  5. Jig Is Up Meaning: For a ruse or trick to be discovered; to be caught.  It came true. I told off someone who was acting like a Narcissist P@#g on social media as if all the world’s bragging rights are with them and they can afford to be rude with others. Sad but End of Story.

The Sarcastic And Thundery Best Friend A Poem by Jay

The Sarcastic And Thundery Best Friend

A Poem by Jay

Whose best friend is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
She was cross like a dark potato.
I watch her pace. I cry hello.

She gives her best friend a shake,
And screams I’ve made a bad mistake.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The best friend is sarcastic, thundery and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a girl should keep.

She rises from her cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in her head,
A flash of rage and she sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.