Creating the perfect poem is never easy but creating the winning and most moving poem must be your ultimate goal. Poetry is meant to be fun and at the same time entertaining. It must give the reader a journey into the thrill they are seeking! You must sometimes become one with your subject, feel his dismays or triumphs. Create your own legacy of poetry, a gift you can hand down from many generations. Remember Jesus is the greatest Poet and He will be your greatest teacher and inspiration! He has guided me in teaching others and writing poetry to help others! Know your gift of words. They can give the most magical enthralling poetry. I study the thesaurus and dictionary even encyclopedias to learn and to make the most interesting poetry. Most of all I ask Jesus! His book of love, The Holy Bible, is the greatest reading material.
His Blessing Legacy
I will write His spiritual words to appease, Leaving others with His blessing legacy, Morsels of His holy love is there for all to partake, Intertwined in the His endless cycle of life. Dancing on the illuminating moonbeams aglow, I will feed on His nutritional words of healing, Holding his hallowed quill of new life, I will etch new beginnings for others to follow. Reaching for the silhouetted words hidden away, I partake of the delicacies they offer to my pen. My paper is the sacred parchment of evermore, Written in the priceless ink which will never stain. On the desk of His grace I will etch a sacred verse, Leaving His blessing legacy for others to find strength. Partaking of Heaven’s enlightenment all will find faith, Breathing in the tranquil waves of His pious sonnets. By The Hand Of God I Am His Chosen Poet, Weaving a gossamer veil of verse, Bringing hope and faith to the weary population, His loving words will forever make the world a serene place. I will write His spiritual words to appease, Leaving others with His blessing legacy, Morsels of His holy love is there for all to partake, A divine gift from His bountiful hand. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2015 By The Hand Of God Dedicated to the chosen poets and writers in Sick Poet Society, Also dedicated to my nephew, I raised, David, and Estella Sis, Marianna Sis, Cindi Sis and Feon Sis. I Love Ya All My Writers And Poet Family! May the blessings of Jesus always be your true Pen! This page is built to teach you about way I write and teach you tricks I learned. I will show you many unique ways to write so come join me on a fascinating journey of poetry.
Grab you a pen write along your own unique verse and prose. Feel free to write me for any tips and thoughts. I know that writing is a blessing in my life and I wish to share with you all! When I started teaching poets in poetry conventions, I was just a young poet. I have learned a lot since then. I taught that poetry is like a recipe. You fine tune it with spice, sweetness, and flavor it with poetry love and love of Jesus. You must ask yourself, Why Am I A Poet? Is it “The Stars In Your Rainbow?” In writing I can find the strength to help another, also I live my dreams with just words to enlighten others. I am not in bondage to another place because I can soar in my writing. I climb mighty mountains even live Heaven in my writing. It doesn't matter if I am crippled or I can walk. I don't need drugs for enhancement of mind, covering my pain or lost in alcohol. I just need my poetry to journey beyond; which sends my fears away and the same time giving another relief from their burdens. The beauty of words Your words can build sturdy serene bridges, becoming the stars in your rainbow, the ultimate symbol of God's love and promise after each rain. Will your new dawn be a masterpiece of the mind or will you wait for another to take your idea away?
You must judge for yourself what stars in your rainbow will become your reality! God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhhhh Poet Dorothy Sis This is a poem written long ago since moved to By The Hand Of God! STARS IN MY RAINBOW Walking along a prismatic pathway, My feet touched the stars of another day. A voyage for tomorrow, past had faded away. Bondage to another place, shackles are unbound to stay. On the rainbow of stars, the clouds are my flight. Reaching my imploring toes out to catch a moonbeam of light. Satisfaction is my penetrating insight. Threading my explorations to a broadening height. Yesterday is tomorrow, the facet of an unknown eon. In this universe, hope is the necessary spawn. It is the kingdom, I only a weary peon. The rainbow of stars is the entrance of a new dawn Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2015 By The Hand Of God Dedicated to the chosen poets and writers in Sick Poet Society, Also dedicated to my nephew, I raised, David, and Estella Sis, Marianna Sis, Cindi Sis and Feon Sis. I Love Ya All My Writers And Poet Family! May the blessings of Jesus always be your true Pen! The greatest blessing I get out of my writing is I get to help others heal and just believe. I write many poems for graduations, birthdays, ring ceremonies, gravesides, specialty poems for foundations, and anniversaries. I warn you in order to have this power in your writing. You must live and breath every word. Feel their pain or their happiness. It is not easy and has really hurt in different ways emotionally you become them. Know your subject and most of all have compassion for your subjects and yourself. Ask Jesus to help you write the perfect poem as I have!
This memorial is for one of the astronauts, William McCool, for his memorial. It’s Susan’s friend, Helen’s kin.
I hope you like it because it is a special poem for the memorial for him and for Helen too. Susan is going to videotape it. May all the astronauts Rest In Jesus Arms Forever! Love Ya Muahhhhh Poet Dorothy SOARING BEYOND Not afraid to brave the space and beyond, He dedicated his life, great knowledge to explore. A husband, father, also a very great man, Soaring beyond the focus of Earth’s floor. He gave his life for this cause, Venturing beyond the bounds of earth. Knowing great peril was a risk factor, His dedication showed his worth. Soaring beyond earth, he has found eternal rest. Leaving behind cherished memories for his grieving family. The world mourns the tragic loss of all the astronauts. They have touched the face of God in eternity. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2003 The Golden Chain My Bren's Book My Journey As God’s Poet
Since I was young I received the calling and blessing to become God’s Poet and help the world. I am Chaplin, Reverend, and Reverend Of Poetry And God's Poet and I am a Christian Counselor for warriors and their families. I was given the title of Reverend of Poetry by 386 churches for my online and offline. I won many awards in my poetry journey but the greatest award I got was the privilege of being God’s Poet. I was so blessed He chose me for this task despite the fact I am crippled in many ways. My hands are crippled, my legs, and my body has fight to survive but He saw in me His Poet! I was His Chosen One to make the world a better place in so many ways. Through my journey I met many famous people in many ways, writing poems for them. I use my gift to help others in so many ways. I write many poems for people, special occasions, ring ceremonies, proposals, graduation poems and love any poetry that will honor God and I teach poets worldwide now. I used to teach in poet conventions and schools before I got so sick. My animal series are used in schools worldwide and my Christian poetry is used in many churches. Feel free to ask for a special poem from me. My gift is for all. I am willing to help you with my poetry or writing your own and please feel free to join our poetry group on Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/groups/1392478631048234/ I have a rare heart disease Prinzmetal Angina, which has crippled me and harmed me in many ways. I am a disabled veteran, critically ill, but I still write and honor my name as God’s Poet. I have written many famous people’s poems and many kinds of poetry as ya see I am a many genre poet. One poem I am so proud of was when I was in my twenties. President Reagan had colon cancer and I wrote him a special poem, as you will see he sent me a letter. You are given the gift of poetry to enthrall and move others and to give you a special gift from Jesus! Write from your heart and know you are a writer and a poet, making you a winner in all ways. Each day is a miracle so don’t forget to thank Jesus for your every miracle. I will try to uplift you and teach you the power of imagery. I welcome you to take a journey with me with God’s Poetry and His Love. You are allowed to print any poem but always know Jesus is the greatest Poet Lean On Him always. God Bless Ya All Love Ya Muahhhhhhhh Poet Dorothy E. Scott A POET’S DREAM
I can write my feelings, On an imagistic cloud. A guide for others to follow, The way of the mighty and the proud. My gift can weave an imagination, To see what it once denied, A journey on a poetical highway, A very interesting ride. Come join me on an adventure, Receptacles of mirth, Where knowledge has its follow. A poet’s dream can be your sleeping berth. I can write my feelings, On an imagistic moonbeam. It’s light will lead the way, To experience a poet’s dream. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2003 The Golden Chain WALK WITH ME DEAR LORD
Walk with me, Dear Lord. Lately my footsteps don’t seem so sure. My back carries a very heavy burden. I stumble over many obstacles. Walk with me, Dear Lord. I see many mountains I have to climb. No rope will bear this heaviest weight. The rugged cliffs would defeat me. Walk with me, Dear Lord. Many harsh oceans batter my mast. The waves threaten to overcome my ship, As many sharks encircle to grab me. Walk with me, Dear Lord. I must journey many miles, Before I join You in eternity. I need Your guidance along the way. Walk with me, Dear Lord. Pick me up as I falter and fall. Be my crutch in the weakest times, For Your way is always true. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2003 The Golden Chain My Bren's Book SYMPHONY OF POETRY
On the breeze my sonnets will merge, With the gift of your melodic voice. I hear my angel singing to me, Yet she is far from my hand’s grasp. The angels serenade us with a healing light, Sending us the warmness our weary bodies need. The master never sleeps from our sight, His illumination drifts on the stillest breeze. Our symphony of poetry will drift on the winds, Enthralling the world with the beauty of a song. God combined our talents to enhance, A dismal world lost in evil’s demand. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2004 Always Look To Your Dream ON YOUR SPIRIT WINGS
High above the Earth, I will continue to soar, On Your spirit wings, My Lord. My tortured body will remain below. Far from the bounds of restraint, I will fly above on Your spirit wings. In the boundless atmosphere, On Your spirit wings, I will continually fly. I will not let any tempest, My Lord, Beset the goals, I have chosen, While I soar on Your spirit wings. On Your spirit wings, My Lord, I will always be in flight, Knowing my illness can never reach me. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2004 Always Look To Your Dream HELP ME GOD I AM FORTY TODAY Help Me God! I am forty today, Watching my thirty years disappear, In the clutter of the past years. I look in the mirror, Searching for birthing gray hairs lurking. Every new pound and wrinkle is observed. Help Me God! Wipe away my every new tear shed, As I journey on the uncharted path of my fortieth year, Sending me your blessings along the way. Memories flood back of my precious teenage years, When I was a spry young girl, With no worries to lighten my silken tresses. Help Me God! Guide me in every footstep I take, Holding me close in Your arms. Give me the needed strength to achieve another year. When my feet become careless and falter, Be my foundation I lean on, As together We travel more miles in Your love. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2005 Always Look To Your Dream The use of imagery leads the reader on a fragrant journey, making then relish your poetry as reality. You lead your reader on this special trip with the beauty of nature implanted! it can be simple or it can be very descriptive.
Make your reader live each minute of your poetry. BED OF ROSES
Dew moistens the bed of roses, rays of the sun dance. On the benevolent petals, morning’s waking horses prance. Breeze tickles the air, a very sweet caress, All the royalty of a reigning empress. The tender hand is pricked only by a tiny thorn. No wickedness is the bed of roses’ adorn, A gratuity of nature, the sweetest benefactor. Natural adoration is the prominent reactor. The bed of roses are beauty undenied. In its gentle buds carrying nature’s own pride. Inside clings the dew of solace, grandeur, A natural worth, essence’s messenger. Dew moistens the bed of roses, rays of the sun dance. On the benevolent petals, morning’s waking horses prance. Breeze tickles the air, a very sweet caress, All the royalty of a reigning empress. Dorothy E. Scott Copyrighted 2001 Angel Of Mercy YOU TAUGHT ME
You taught me to laugh at adversity. Now taught me to cry. My heart needed not another agony. It carried the shards of many tears, gone by. When my feet were weary, stubble sore, You became my carpet to rest. Now a shallow shell beats in my struggling breast once more. Your love was my crutch; I once thought was the best. I wanted to give you the world never any pain. You taught my heart to lose its happy beat. You taught my spirit to heed to disdain. Now my inner mind accepts final defeat. Tomorrow will carry my shroud; today I was buried deep. A knife twists in my heart, once-warm blood runs cold. You taught me life was unfair, sorrow my last keep. The only pathway is lined with fool's gold. You taught me to laugh at adversity. Now taught me to cry. My heart needed not another agony. It carried the shards of many tears gone by. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2001 Angel Of Mercy A POET’S WORK
Crumpled paper, lying beside a trashcan on the floor. Littered desk bears witness to another hard workday. Dictionary lies open, treasured jewels in its store. A thesaurus holds new found morsels for poetic display. Shelf holds manuscripts, many notebooks for presentation. Inside is a legacy, much work to never be diminished. Tomorrow another poem will give inspiration. A poet’s work is never finished. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith IN THE ANGELS’ SIGHT
Serenade of heaven will someday be my choir. Till then I will honor my chosen career. Then my paper and pen will retire. Yet my legacy will always be the warming fire. I yearn to reach beyond the star of every dream. Flying far above the blackest cloud into the clear. Sewing in the past a very disturbing seam. Rising above my burial shroud with a gleam. In the angels’ sight someday I will rest in eternity. My wings will carry me above any hurt felt. Till then I will entertain many with my poetry. With my guardian angel watching over me Engraved on the cherished parchment of forever My gift will be carried on heaven’s loving veldt. Only from earth will my deceased body sever, Freeing my spirit to journey on my final endeavor. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith FAMOUS LAST WORDS
The famous last words, “I Just Can’t,” are spoken, When troubles plague us with questions in our mind, We fail to seek the answers, our spirits are broken. Finding it is easier to quit when laces bind. The famous last words, “I Just Can’t,” seems to be the way. Not willing to travel the most difficult route. We forget someone waits to hear us pray. His love conquers all, our blessing spout. The famous last words, “I Just Can’t,” washes away faith’s hold. Doubt clouds our mind with dismal attention. Giving in to temptation’s mental goad, When The Lord is the only true prevention. The famous last words, “I Just Can’t,” are spoken, When troubles plague us with questions in our mind, We fail to seek the answers, our spirits are broken. Finding it is easier to quit when laces bind. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith PRAYER FRIENDS
Their chance meeting was a miracle to her heart. An intense love grew to a full bloom. Special prayers became a spiritual impart. Future seemed much brighter from the dismal gloom. A poet became more surer from their care. Tender love was a balm of healing. She started believing again in faith not despair. As painful diseases became the revealing. They taught her to fly again on clouds of white. Making her feel the need to achieve. Prayer friends warding away the blight. A new found faith to believe. Found on the internet, God’s miracle to be. They taught this poet reach beyond the pen. Very special prayer friends yet her loving family. They gave her renewed faith a new begin. Their chance meeting was a miracle to her heart. An intense love grew to a full bloom. Special prayers became a spiritual impart. Future seemed much brighter from the dismal gloom. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith ANOTHER YEAR UNDER GOD’S LIGHT
Treading the path of sickness, I have aged another year, Under God’s hallowed light. His hand guides me through pathways, Sweeping the dismal corners of my life, As I journey on my unsure trek with pain. Many more years I will continue to walk, Still in the luminance of His spiritual light, As I struggle with this devastating disease. I know My Father will always hold me, In every indecisive moment I encounter. His love will shelter me from every storm. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2014 My Father’s Loving Eyes Written for my Sissy, Ann, Who I love very much. I never got to spend much time with her when young. She is so special to me. Love Ya Sissy! Always Know Our Savior Is Watching Over Us Always! Tonight my heart is so sad. A young lady chose suicide instead of life but in this book is only uplifting poetry meant to help not cause grief. My heart so wants to tell her story so others won’t feel grief but the need for healing so I chose this subject though I feel so sorrowed. I know Jesus weeps at every suicide!
Love Ya Muahhhhhhhhh God Bless Ya Poet Dorothy Lost In The Storm Trembling hands typed her final goodbye to her friends, She was lost in the world of hopelessness and depression. Far from the safe harbor of the Lord, She became immersed in the torturous waters. She drowned in the waves of her emotion, Letting her uncaring mind become the victor. Hurting the ones she loved dearly, Leaving them to carry the burden of her death. The sad news was posted of her suicide, Choosing death as her final journey, She lost her way in the storm, Not letting God in her troubled life. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 The Healing Faith Healing Beyond The Walls
Halls are empty forever devoid of many students and teachers, The tragedy still echoes in the solemn walls. No peace can be found in the barren hallways, Where death made its final play in many innocent lives. The world is weeping over the slain, Family and friends parted forever by the violence. People have stood together to support the grieving, Lighting candles in the memory of the fallen. By standing together we can heal from this tragedy, Leaning on Our Father for our spiritual support. He will wipe away the tears of distress, Sending peace to our aching heart, He can ease our troubled minds, Wiping away the aversion imbedded deep, If we only lean on His capable shoulders, We can be set free from the restraints of fear. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 The Healing Faith The use of Imagery creates a picture in the reader's mind. You want them to feel your every emotion portrayed and yearn to be there experiencing it. They will also experience every emotion.
MY BEAUTIFUL ROSE Inside those brown eyes are obscure pools of radiance. An unseen goddess of luck and perchance. Tenderly your fingers caressed my moistened.brow. Oh my heart aches deeply for that now! Yet I gaze at your picture tear in my eye. Your beauty is indescribable , my mind wanders not nigh. For your loveliness is a rose, waiting to blossom in my arms. A lariat encircles my heart, leaving charms. My Beautiful Rose, my inner chamber to eternity. This love will never languish its hold, you hold the only key. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2000-2015 Reflections Of A Poet |
I Am God's Poet pure and simple. I am a Christian Counselor for the warriors and others online needing me. I also am a Chaplin For The Warriors and their families on webcam here and overseas at churches and schools. I also write animal friends and they are used to feed preserve animals and in schools overseas. I am mother, grandma to 4 awesome grandchildren, who visit me, sister to my Ranger family. I am a mother and grandmother to an awesome family in Mass. and I have an awesome bunch, my family and nieces and nephews in Texas. God blessed me with an awesome family worldwide, many adopted. God sent me the most awesome family, my Brewer Family. I love them very much they are the sunshine in this poet's life. Though I never made money for my work, I have written so many poems I could never show them all on my website. I have written for so many causes and it made me a more caring poet. I have picked a lot of the ones I wrote. The greatest gift you can give is from your heart and through poetry though mostly home bound I can fly on the wings of poetry!
When you visit my site you will see many genres of poetry Our Savior and I wrote together. We have helped warriors and their families too! I have helped many poets and writers to achieve their goals. I am known by so many special names throughout the world but I am proudest of my name God's Poet, the one He gave me. I have written poetry since I was five but ones here are all written 1998 and up. I cherish each name as long as it glorifies Jesus. I am a simple country down to the earth girl. I like my jeans and my dress shirts. I am from Texas and I talk Texan. Just because you are a famous poet, you can still just be you, wearing shorts and a t-shirt if ya want. I have written for many famous and online and offline people. I have taught many poets at conventions, online, and offline. I am a sick disabled veteran, who strives to change the world. My doctor, Dr. Muk. has limited me to computer time 1 hour up 2 hours on bed because my body is changing for the worst so I had down size my activities due to my heart and my many diseases and sicknesses. Infection has invaded my body and it is hard to cope but I believe I can fly! Jesus Holds Me Always! My body is just way too weak to function even at computer for prolonged periods of time so I have a laptop where I can do anything I need and a backup computer, so Jesus and I built all this for you all to enjoy and to ask for help if ya need. My poetry is read at many events and I am not afraid to bridge any subject I am asked as long as it is something God's Poet can write. I write with imagery and much thought. You will never find cursing in my work because it is just wrong, it breaks The Ten Commandments plus it takes away from God's love! I want you to live my writing and breath it with Jesus. I have 149 books written but reworking some of them to a series to protect them from a very evil publisher, who went to prison, and working on over 400 more the same time. I write children, warriors, veterans, love and many subjects too as you will see on my nephew's and my website. If any need any special poems or just one on one training I can help you! My greatest advice is write what you know and use thesaurus and dictionary. I will be putting some out on Amazon Kindle and maybe others! My goal has always been to help the world and change the world with poetry. I want to always teach others faith and let them know Jesus is listening and has open arms. He has taught me in my poetry I must have open arms too! So drop by and if you need me then I will help you! Thank You for stopping by and enjoying a poetic journey in the world of poetry. A PART OF YOU
Your strength has carried me through every flight, Many desperate journeys I have taken. Your love has given me the strength to fight. I knew with your care I was never forsaken. As I sit here with pen in hand, I just wanted to find the words to say. How much you mean to me, my stand, When my troubles cause a melancholy day. A part of you will always be, Carried inside me to be a remind, Of the love you have given free. Your strength of yesterday was my unwind. Tomorrow I will feel the same part, Your strength guiding me onward. I know you have given from your heart, And my strength comes from your word. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 The Golden Chain Dedication To My Father Jesus
Many ask me why I chose Jesus to be my inspiration! I tell them. He has always been the only guidance in my life. His words became my own leading thoughts. So many around me profess to be Christians but I hear on phone the cursing of God. If you love God I always wondered. How you can blame him or curse? I have a trial every day with my health and I fight an ultimate battle and much pain but never curse or blame God. The blame in my case rests with an evil head surgeon, who wanted to harm me because I helped others. Jesus He holds me near when I have no one to shelter the pain. He will hold any who asks for His love. He was My Father when I wanted one just to hold me and still is. He loved me despite my scars and my sins. When I was five, Jesus told me, I was His poet and after that my baby steps in becoming his writer began. I started secretly writing and wrote poems for my Papa Johnny and my first was a poem he kept Belles Honey when I was four. I write Sunday Morning for my granny then wrote for so many. I was afraid someone would take my writing away, a gift, Jesus gave me for the world. So much had been taken from me. Our world is struggling with faith, hope, and depression so God gave me the gift to heal through poetry. Many spend their days honoring Jesus because of the miracles of Christ. My Father, It is the greatest gift You could have given me. When I win a battle with evil, I save another from the harrowing addiction or suicide. You have won the battle because You needed me to change the world. No matter what I went through in the past, my future is engraved in eternal stone despite all obstacles. May Your second book become the light for the world as the first one did. I give You Your gift, the hallowed book. God’s Healing Breath II to again heal the world with your light. God Bless Ya All Poet Dorothy Sis, Your Poet, God’s Poet MY JOURNEY THE LORD HAS BID
My Precious Father, I arise from my soundless sleep, Where thou has bid me. On roads of splendor, I ride on purity’s stallion, Avoiding treacherous ruts that befall. Radiant pools and prismatic rainbows, Dancing on the walls of mountains. I pass through the deepest valleys on this ride. My journey seems so long. Many perils await me. None will beset my goal. I travel on the wings of Your light. Thunderclouds could never restrain, My journey the Lord has bid me to go. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2003 The Golden Chain Love what you write and feel it in your heart.
Lean on Jesus for all of your insight and guidance. LOVER OF POETRY
Callused hands hold a pot of beauty, compassion nestled. The smell of the fertile earth, place where natural inhibition is trestled. Adoration of nature brings out the the tenderest poetry from an imaginative mind. Other poets thrill her with their gift, a pleasing unwind. A tall tree is a reminder of all the verdant growth in natural display. No baubles or lights needed to complete God’s foyer. The aroma of the earth, the smell of freshness is much to her delight. An old mansion, delicate rose, or pleasing rain becomes poetical insight. Yielding to her zealous love of verse, she carves a new pathway. So another may find a refreshing dew not a thunderstorm in a sunny day. A lover of poetry, she stands not alone among her greatest art. Verse and a healthy plant is her future, past and each hour a new start. Dorothy E. Scott ©Copyrighted 2000 Reflections Of A Poet ENDLESS WISDOM
Not always rose petaled pathways, Life has many curves and crevices. Many heartbreaking days, It takes endless wisdom to overcome. Books don’t carry the tidbits to learn, The successful journey in life’s length. It was your care marked the correct pathway. Weakened legs needed the extra strength. Endless wisdom will always be found, In your arms I chose to be my save. It was your morsels feeding me, Making my footsteps brave. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2003 The Golden Chain My Bren's Book The use of imagery to draw the reader into a thought or place making them wonder.What could that be? Using words to describe and evolve you in the poem. I ask you, Who Is The Lady Of The Ocean? I take you on a journey but the words can confuse you too! I myself love to write nature and weave the most entertaining tale.
LADY OF THE DOLPHINS
From gentle oceanic hands, Dolphins leap without fear. Her refreshing breath cools their skin, The guardian of the aquatic domain. Abalone shells adorn her ears, Washed by the ocean’s waves. From her gentle mouth tides ebb, Her emotions are ever changing. Her carapace crown glistens. Her jeweled reefs are a haven for many. Through her flowing continual tresses, Many iridescent fish swim. She is the Lady Of The Dolphins, The overseer of the oceanic kingdom. In her body all watery life birth, For she is the mother of the aquatic domain. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2003 The Golden Chain A special lady who was a poet too gave me some special advice I am sharing with you. I visited her till she went home to Jesus I even helped her write a book of her own for her family.
God Bless Ya All GOD ONLY GIVES US Touching my shoulder, perplexed eyes rested comfortingly. Anxiety filled my breast, a voice consoled me. A gnarled hand held my fingers ever so gently. She spoke. “Child, God only gives us what we can handle in safety. “It’s what we do with the knowledge learned. That makes us honor him, eternal merits earned.” Inside I was really listening, my curiosity candle still burned. Though still anxious, my normal peace returned. I felt such deep love for this little lady in a wheelchair. Often I would see those haunting eyes glare. I would always smile saying a cheerful hello with care. Even stopping to kiss her cheek, God’s love to share. She would not speak a word at all. Preferring to stay hidden behind her safe wall. On this day I really needed her, she let her shield fall. No longer mute her knowledge was comfort’s call. She asked me, “Will you write me a poem to carry? I have one you wrote another, my roommate left to me. My hands are so crooked, I no longer can write poetry. But it was my my great love you see.” I just couldn’t refuse her, though feeling so down. Maybe a verse would turn away this frown. Here before me was a wizened lady in a soiled gown. Her braided hair was a beauty, her crown. I took out a pen, my words began to flow. Soon I was laughing, my heart felt such a glow. The nurses were amused by the poetry show. In that moment I felt God smiling, I know. I realized those words were my partaking of reality, “Child, God only gives us what we can handle in safety. “It’s what we do with the knowledge learned. That makes us honor him, eternal merits earned.” Dorothy E. Scott Copyrighted 2001 Just Your Touch EMBRACE THE HEART
Love, Embrace the heart with verse. Soothing sonnets to appease the hunger felt. Poetry to tickle the strings of terse, Sending your vibes over every veldt. Adoration, Center your hugs with alliteration, Enclosing the reader in an amorous mesh, An epic to enthrall the soul with love’s repetition. Embrace the heart with petals of refresh. Devotion, Carry the reader on an ardent journey. Embrace the heart with the rhyme of desire. An elegy beyond the path of the lonely, A road paved with love’s own sapphire. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Embrace The Heart JASMINE MOON
Jasmine Moon, The sweet essence of your spiritual breath, Taunts my senses with such delight. You enlighten my weakened body, With a cool breeze comforting my all. Your moonbeams are the incandesce, Which holds me as I hurt, Proving a healing lamp for the wary heart, Warming with the beauty of your mind. Jasmine Moon, You give me the care, I crave with a forsaken heart, Feeding me the nutrients needed to achieve, Another day on the torturous journey, fate dealt. You give me the ability to understand, Your prayer brings me such alleviation, From this distressful existence I must face, As I live each second a true miracle of God. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2004 Always Look To Your Dream A SPECIAL PART OF ME
A special part of me, can only be you. Every pathway ventured every verse true. Your hands hold me, drawing away the torrential blue. Hope is my cornerstone, faith my avenue. Roads of discontentment made smoother with your love. Every whisper I hear is a budding foxglove. I am carried on the wings of peace’s dove. Knowing my journey is safe hereof. Trials are abrasive, yet you are the sponge. Falling off the careening cliff, your adoration, the lunge, Keeping me from falling, desperation’s plunge. Your special caring, dismal future’s expunge. My cargo is heavy, lightened by your strength, shown. Standing beside me, I am never alone. Being my comfort when troubles turn to stone. Withstanding the selfishness of my every moan. A special part of me, can only be you. Every pathway ventured every verse true. Your hands hold me, drawing away the torrential blue. Hope is my cornerstone, faith my avenue. Dorothy E. Scott Copyrighted 2001 Angel Of Mercy FOR A PROMISE
A poet loved you so very much, willing her life to trade. Instead gave a promise, many Christian books, to be made. Loving you so dearly, she was willing to risk all. Hurting inside she was dreading another's sickness call. Praying each night, take her life instead. She couldn't bear to lose another, a sad life she had led. So she made a promise to The Lord for healing. In the process her true destiny was the revealing. Inside her now she carries the same power to heal another. Her pleas were heard, forsaking not any other. Her promise will release another's pain. Though weak, using her energy and dedication, altering disdain. For a promise was given from her heart. To save another, give a spiritual impart. Her words were a gift offered with purity. Her promise someday many will benefit from and see. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2001 Changing Winds Of Brendaw HAVE FAITH MY CHILD
A young lady prayed, kneeling to the Lord. “Father, I have met many obstacles, my life a discord. My body is so weary the pain so unbearable. A sad life has become a continuous parable. “The roads of my mind is scalloped with past despair. All the lashes of deceit have taken my care. My journey onward is scarred with anguish, health now shorn. Many trials occur, heartache continually borne. Tears trickled from her eyes in sorrow, weeping the cold. Suddenly appearing before her, his soothing voice echoed. Her compassionate eyes gazed upon his many wounds deep. Around each one a drop of blood clung, a sacrificial seep. A soft gentle voice whispered, “Have Faith My Child.” His soft eyes were so warm manner serene and mild. Taking her hand, he led to a meadow with withering flowers, barely alive. “Winter will soon freeze this beauty, next year again thrive. “Like these blooms, you must have faith from it much will be grown. With a new meadow in your life it will be sewn.” Again He whispered, “Have faith my child, all is not lost.” The wind carried his whisper, on it forever his words were embossed. In awe the young lady thanked the Lord for his loving visit that day. She could hear the wind, whispering the words, “Have Faith My Child,“ showing her way. Again she knelt to pray, giving her gratitude for her new life to be. Knowing though the road may become difficult, it was carried by eternity. Dorothy E. Scott Copyrighted 2001 Angel Of Mercy EVERY MEMORY
Every road I travel carries a memory of you, Every tree, thicket, every stone too, When I feel the rocks blister my feet, Every smile leads me along, a special greet. Every kiss I savor carries the memory of you. When heartache petals fall, your tissue wipes away the blue. Every hill, mountain, I climb is strengthened by your power. Every meadow carries the fragrance of your mystical flower. Every moment I cherish carries a memory of you. Your goodness is my pedestal, always my view. Every hope I hold dear is a testament of your adoration. Every moment left on this earth will be your coronation. Every hour carries the memory of you. Every second is a blessing, always anew. The grace I receive can only be your revealing. Every moment I live on this earth is your healing. Dorothy E. Scott Copyrighted 2001 Angel Of Mercy Sometimes our minds draw a blank. Why not take a journey in nature, pray for guidance, read the Holy Bible, surf online to look at art, read stories, or just surf the news? Somewhere there is an inspiration waiting to give you a special poem or story most of all pray for Jesus to show you! Don't let poetry or writing stress you out! Somewhere there is a poem waiting to birth Just let Jesus in to help as I do! Writing poetry for me is a blessing being so sick I can still weave any verse but I can push away if need too and lately that has became a reality.
WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW
Mind is in a deep blank space, thinking no return. Words aren’t flowing, causing concern. Deeply imbedded inside, the verse is hidden. It doesn’t return as bidden. It is there search within yourself deep. For there a true poet will always steep. Words are a fountain, a refreshing rain. Made to tingle the searching mind without refrain. Inside you is nestled that poet of long ago Open your mind, just write what you know. When mind is a blank, the pen is the key. An arrow of knowledge is your new found destiny. Dorothy E. Scott Copyrighted 2001 Angel Of Mercy A good thing about being a poet we have a poetic license, we can make our own words and write way we want. We are not limited by the grammar rules as poets! As you can see I have this all in hand.
I AIN’T GONNAS
I woke up this morning, Plagued by the ailment of “I Don’t Wantas.” As I sat down at the computer, It increased to the “I Ain’t Gonnas.” Holding mismatched socks, My perplexed husband, Had taken from the discard bin. He firmly made his judicial stand. Plagued by the “I Don’t Wantas,” I gazed at the ceiling stacked washing. I had neglected sticking to the “I Ain’t Gonnas.” My house was now such a decry. A dryer load waits patiently, For my “I Don’t Wantas,” Ailments in need of a quick cure, To wipe away the feeling of “I Don’t Wantas.” I woke up this morning, Plagued by the ailment of “I Don’t Wantas.” As I sat down at the computer, It increased to the “I Ain’t Gonnas.” Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 Your Tigress Eyes POETRY IS MY SOUL WINNER
A gift given to appease the mind, needing. My poetry is my only soul winner. Any other present wouldn’t be the Lord’s seeding. His words of faith and love turns the degrading sinner. Lost on pathways in the dismal dark of night. Many can’t find a hand-hold in the slippery interior. His lighted words become a balm of healing light. Bringing the hurting footsteps a life without fetter. Poetry feeds the soul a blessing from above. Morsels of faith is the seedlings sprouted. In every word is a token of His love. From poetry many life tiles are grouted. A gift given to appease the mind, needing. My poetry is my only soul winner. Any other present wouldn’t be the Lord’s seeding. His words of faith and love turns the degrading sinner. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith HOUSEWIFE PRAYER
Lord, Grant the housewife enough energy. To have all the strength needed. To take care of her growing family. Your laws with obedience, always heeded. Lord, Give her the persistence to withstand every storm. The courage to face all the obstacles in her path. Keeping her family safe from any harm. Patience to deal with other’s wrath. Lord, Give her the knowledge to raise her children right. Encircling them with a blanket of love. Withstanding all the childhood years in sight. Not forgetting spiritual enlightenment from above. Lord, Grant her the days to enjoy her family. Nourishing them with food and thought. Guiding them to adulthood in your safety. Withstanding every demanding battle fought. Lord, Grant the housewife enough energy. To have all the strength needed. To take care of her growing family. Your laws with obedience, always heeded. Amen Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Finding True Faith POETRY THAT TOUCHES
Poetry that touches is the soul’s envoy. It should never be kept in solitary. It should be shared with others to enjoy. On the wings of verse love is the carry. Poetry that touches another, A very special given gift. It is a talent meant to be like no other, Poetic road with an emotional uplift. Poetry that touches is a guiding light, On the river of ignorance, a lamp. Giving the reader an imagistic insight, A place the imagination can camp. Poetry that touches is a fragrant bouquet. One that offers consolation in sorrow, Also a refreshing tidbit in a wearisome day, A rainbow that awaits in every tomorrow. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2002 Women Of The World A Loving Family I WILL TAKE YOUR PLACE
When your feet are so weary, I will take your place. My hands will forever hold you, Shielding you from life dismay. When your legs grow very weak, No longer able to stand on the firmest ground. I will take your place. Together we will always stand. When your mind seems troubled, You see no comfort in sight. I will take your place, Bringing ultimate peace to your heart. When sickness threatens to conquer you, Together we will walk along The Miracle Mile. I will take your place, Giving you the knowledge of faith. When your eyes grow dim, Age has taken your agility and sight. I will take your place, Guiding you through the darkness. Be Not Afraid, My Child. I will take your place, For together We will walk, Shielded in My spiritual light. I will take your place, My Child, When life trials surround you, Leading you safely through the good and bad. Together We will walk hand in hand. A long journey awaits, For those who lost the need, Believing in Your Father’s will, For many obstacles can always hinder. Hope will lead the tired wayfarer, To My haven of eternal rest. Beyond the cycle of domination, Lies the road of hope. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2014 My Father’s Loving Eyes Written for my Sissy, Ann, Who I love very much. I never got to spend much time with her when young. She is so special to me. Love Ya Sissy! Always Know Our Savior Is Watching Over Us Always! |