"scamp" poems
i will never be one of you
if you are false. i have changed. forgive me.
i am not you and,
have ever been the other -
but my love is true.
the kind of true that gathers at your heel.
the sleepy one that wakes you, dream-scamp.
i am alive in the way of my father.
a new thing; Anubis and falling.
you are the herd.
and i'm not
sorry.
just in love with you.
and that's my
calling.
winter is an ice peach. a nice drink of bitter stalling.
a sip of forget with a remembrance.
a tall dwarf star fawning
over wonders -
but no wonderment.
a ginger snap in crisp air bleeding.
a June with two moons.
one for the *****
another for the ***** in you.
the American dream
you can't sleep through.
but wish
too.
the wish
you
can't see,
but seem
too.
my anonymous
tendency
to be
you.
and the rift.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
Upon this hill I plant the flag--
Of every imp and scallywag,
rapscallion, rogue and rascal, knave--
Whom kingdoms' laws could never save.
I gather every varlet, scamp,
Around the bonfire of our camp,
And pass around the speaking torch,
For storytelling tales that scorch,
To every sullied man, uncouth,
Unwashed who smiles a scurvied tooth,
The scarlet-lettered harlot, *****
Who loves to scallygag her mensch,
The whoredom-loving scallyhag,
Who trollops round the pirate's crag,
The tousle-haired and greasy scullion
Cooking all a hot slumgullion,
And after tales of those unnerved,
And scullion's slimy stew is served,
I toast a round of filthy ale,
To all who live beyond the pale.
(C)2014, Christos Rigakos
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
I love to go walking, at least once a day
And see what I stumble across on my way
I can cover hills and valleys, forests and fields
To unearth what treasure the next stroll yields
Yesterday my amble took me a brand new way
Through an old wood with a black stream I did stray
I came across a boy with a face grimaced in concentration
A child in this ****** place, aroused my determination.
I said ‘Hey boy why are you so far from home?’
‘Please good sir you must leave me alone’
Then I noticed how tightly he clenched his fist
And knew he must have a treasure to add to my list.
I picked up the boy and grabbed his wrist
I shook it vigorously to open that fist,
Then I attacked his fingers and commenced to pry
From the boy not a whimper, a whisper or sigh.
‘Child I demand you open and reveal what’s in your hand’
‘There’s nothing sir not even a grain of sand’
The sheer cheek of the runt was simply astounding
I would open that paw if it meant giving him a pounding.
That’s just what I did, the boy got a seeing to
I slapped him and kicked him threatened to boil him in stew,
Swung him over my head and dashed him to the floor
No matter what manner of violence the scamp took more.
Exhausted and demoralised I screamed at the brat
‘Show me what you have and let that be that’
‘Please, it’s noting sir as I’ve said before
You can kick me and hit me and throw me to the floor’
Then I remembered, in my belt a small knife
I decided to cut off that mitt and end this strife,
Off at the wrist, open the fingers to look in the hand
The boy wasn’t lying, not even a grain of sand.
After all that effort and a day with no pleasure
I refused to feel down at the lack of treasure,
Next time you’re near to my house you must call
And I’ll show you the hand nailed firmly to the wall.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 3:03 AM UTC
Cold, cold ice,
And a
Roll of dice,
Do you
Hear the cries
Of the
Scamp’ring mice
Running
For their lives,
Biting
Down two lies,
And a
Broken
Set of
Eyes.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 7:49 AM UTC
Decently indecent -
The life of a scamp
Moving like a *****
To have his foot prints stamp
On the shore for ever.
He preaches to
Die hard,
And says to
Live it easy.
Like a child
Without going wild
His motto is
A fight for
The right
Without flight
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 6:13 AM UTC
“I appoint you an official member
Of the greatest group (not club, mind you,
For we are better than all that nonsense),”
He said with a proud sniffle, “My good sir,
You are now a Busy Bee of BV.”
He leaned in close to the wide-eyed new boy.
“That’s short for Bumbles Ville – our secret fort.”
He straightened his ratted baseball cap, “See,”
He said with a smack of gum. “It’s not ‘bout
Bees ‘t all.” At this the new boy giggled.
A secret! How clever! “But what’s it ‘bout?”
The little boy asked, his voice squeaking out.
They grabbed a paper scroll marked “OFFICIAL!”
We keep all secrets
We may take small bets—
“There’s more notes on that at the bottom of
The page, see, right next to our initials,
‘Cause we couldn’t agree at first, and Jim
Here didn’t know what a bet was, you know.”
He didn’t know, but nodded. Then, “Dinner,”
He said at once, scamp’ring down the tree limb.
“We didn’t tell him what we’s ‘bout,” Jim moaned,
“Took his dog, too.” He glumly bowed his head.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
What's the point? Why do I need to know half of this?
When I fell for some scamp ****** shenanigans
Ghetto raised not a life that heaven sent
High school graduate street life is all that'll make sense
If you want to be there it's your typical event
I can't be happy poor so I will get mad rich.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
I scamp around trying to find myself,
All others say – you’re ******* lazy man,
I try to do something others don’t,
People say – oh, look at this child’s moan,
I want to be nothing like everyone else around,
They scream – so, you think you’re better than the rest of us and you want to fly off this ground?
I say – I want to, I try to, I dream no matter what
But in the end I realize, I’m just like everyone else in this stupid world
I’m rotten, sinful and full of ****
And only with time I realize that I’ve been swallowed by others… and puked back into this dirt
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
Misplaced by you
Nothing destroyed like you
Slow melody near my side
Closed eyes with some silent slide
Rain for needy one
Huge hills never surrender
Reminds the same sacrifice
Mind was full ,heart was hollow
Leave all behind and move solo
This match is without a refrie
Cold night without a pretty fire
Move away in the arms of dark
This may cause a start
Save some tears inside the
Unstoppable memories cramp
Somebody act like a scamp
They just put a knife
Inside the heart of a kite
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
I wrote this poem
I remind with my heart
My mind repeated it
It was like my name
But when I met
I forgot even my name
I tried to tell the poem
It was the awful as the scamp
My face got red
She collected her nervous
She said what that marvelous!
I shamed and said,
I forgot all things
As I saw your brilliance
She ran in steps
That she might fall on the earth
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC