Tag: Poetry

Game

 

It’s not the losing

that hurts; it is the manner

in which it is lost.

 

by Scooj

Gathering

 

Hosting a party

and we’re quite out of practice;

first…tidy the house.

 

by Scooj

Jazz quartet

 

Sounds echo around;

a great beat as feet shuffle

past from shop to shop.

 

bt Scooj

Mugger

 

Up on Brandon Hill

the lazy streetwise squirrels

mug folk for vittels.

 

by Scooj

Frost

 

Jack came calling last

night; sugar-crystal blanket

transforms the garden.

 

by Scooj

Think about it

 

Live each moment as

if it were your last is not

very good advice.

 

by Scooj

Witness

 

A bang and a yowl;

my heart in my mouth. The black

shadow scuttles off.

 

By Scooj

 

Three squirrels

 

One by one by one

they ripple up and down trees

foraging for food.

 

by Scooj

Winter warmer

 

Bright flames dance and coal

crackles; creature comforts of

a warm Winter fire.

 

by Scooj

Big dog, little dog

 

All togged up for a

cheesy picture; step aside

for the underdog.

 

by Scooj