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Jesus Has Led Me On A Poetical Journey To Help Others! Join Me On His Miracle Road Of His Poetry And His Eternal Love! |
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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 Of Poetry, And God's Poet and I am Christian Counselor for the warriors and their families. I wrote a basic training poem when I was In Army in 1980 for Ft. McClellan Alabama after I went blind from glasses made wrong. I was given the title of Reverend of Poetry by 386 churches for my online and offline poetry to help all. I won many awards even two executive 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. 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 and I was so honored I could contribute a lot of love and hope to many. I use my gift to help others in so many ways. I will always honor my Jesus, who has always loved me. 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 on Facebook group or in email and please feel free to join our poetry group on Facebook, Sick Poet's Society. I leave my poetry there and I teach what made me God's Poet and I try help others achieve. I learned how to graphic my own book covers and I have learned how to spread my wings in so many ways. I will be dedicating my Nigerian Friends and many more for the Nigerian Children. I do warrior tributes and many memorials. On this website I honor the warriors and their families too. Pray For All my blessed and needing readers! Feel Free to ask for specialty poems. I ask no money just your love and dedication to Jesus. I have a rare heart disease Prinzmetal Angina, which has crippled me and harmed me with many diseases and in many ways. I am crippled in body but my poetry and mind remains strong. 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 Sis 
HELP THE WORLD A small child struggled to hold a ripped dictionary, Holding a broken stubbed pencil, recording thoughts to carry. A large roll of butcher paper was one tool, she used. Letting not the world conquer her goal, legs bruised. Her goal was to make the world a better place, Feeling peace in the meadows, no obstacles there to face. Someday her words would bring another, peace she hadn’t known. Somewhere a child wouldn’t be forced to endure alone. A driver crashed, scarred her schoolgirl face. Taunts by class and teacher made her feel disgrace. Forced to go to school, enduring name calling. Secret writing for many, her goals was budding petals, not falling. In the Army she continued to write, enduring the death of a boyfriend. Never finding the past hurt had an end. Yet her promise she made to God was still fresh in her mind, anew. Reaching out to touch all she could with verse, true. After a cruel abusive first marriage, she strived to aid all she could. Knowing her poetry was God’s gift, she should. Then another boyfriend died from Leukemia, grief again in wake. Hurt was so bottled, really hard to take. An adult still had same goal to help other’s painful existence, Never letting cancer lower her sad resistance. Despite someone destroying all her writing, seventeen journals, in a jealous rage. She is now a published poet soon revealed on the world’s stage. Her goal was to help the world live a better life from pain. Each day she continues to fulfill her goal, altering another’s disdain. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2015 By The Hand Of God 
Lord Lead Me Away From This Dismay
The doctor’s verdict was very clear, Giving you more bad news to take. Your heart was failing even more. Oh what were you going to do? You had fought so many diseases and conditions. It seemed like you were losing your battle in your life. You had overcome more obstacles each year. Faith was the only seed you could implant. You looked to Heaven and pleaded to Jesus, “Lord Lead Me Away From This Dismay! I can’t endure without Your love, Holding me when my body has given up. “Lord Lead Me Away From This Dismay! Hold me in your loving arms forever, Shielding me from the painful lacerations, Life is inflicting on my innocent body. “I give all to You, My Savior. Standing alone I will stagger in life. Give me the strength to capture every moment, Living my life in your spiritual illumination. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2014 Lost In Sickness Dr. Muk, Love Ya. A Book from Jesus to help others in their journey with their lost in sickness! May it bring you eternal peace and His encouragement always! 
My Spiritual Blossom
In my soul is my spiritual blossom, That will never wither or decay. It nourishes my entire being, In the trials faced each day. When my body becomes very weak, It sends me the strength needed to withstand all. Loving petals continually incense my troubled mind, When faith’s foundation threatens to fall. Hopeless times it carries me, When my legs are too tired to tread. It becomes my spiritual guide, In my entire being my soul is fed. My spiritual blossom is a precious part of me, Always bidding me to go the extra mile. When I am too weary to fight anymore, It feeds me faith overcoming any bitter vial. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 The Healing Faith 
On The Poetical Way
Come dance with me on the poetry mile, Place where time and space has no end. Where old writing habits can never die. Let’s take a journey beyond the sacred way, Where poetical truth doesn’t lie, Helping others to find a better life. I don’t want to spend my last days, Sweating over what I could have been, Bringing those hopeless thoughts to my death bed. Though my hands are weak and trembling, I will continue to write the cherished scrolls, To give others hope and faith when in need. Others spend all their time, Wondering what they were meant to be, Forgetting true respect of thyself. Going beyond the poetical mile, I was never meant to travel, Lest I stumbled in eternity ashes. Some people think poetry is a crazy gift, Though many wants to read it, But I say, “ I can never be without the poetical way. With my dying breath I will move you. With a sonnet or a rhyme, Not leave you wondering who I was, But who I always have been. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2015 On Elemental Winds Dedicated To My Sis, Feon Sis, Who I Dearly Love! May This Poetic Journey Enthrall You And The World 
A lady, Jody, asked me write a poem about passionate kisses. I been there so was easy to write.
She wants to put on her card and website too. She sells cards and lovers stuff they own a store. Love Ya Lots Muahhhhhh Poet Dorothy Passionate Kisses Passionate kisses emblazon my heart, Leaving me with the zealous lover’s plea, Yearning to reach beyond the crystal walls, Setting my shackled love free. The ecstasy of love’s own moment, Brings a spiritual illumination of the captured mind, Concealing my heart in an arduous veil, Feeling no restrictive bind. Passionate kisses have placed a hold on me, Enticing my mortal being in romance’s only dance. My helpless spirit becomes enthroned in the spidery web. Every vessel is enlightened by passions perchance. The spiritual entity captures my hypotized thoughts. Searing kisses brand my tender skin, With the amorous flame of emotion, Leaving me helplessly captured in its clinging web again. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 My Forever Rose 
The Lady In Red
Watch Out Guys It's The Lady In Red. Eyes of an empress and a fiery caress. Her touch will enchant you, Capturing you in her cunning web of impress. Beware those strong vibes. They can initiate a mighty interception Her heart is made of gold, A beauty beyond mortal perception. Her spirit can't be captured, She’s an enchantress in the night, Hypnotizing you with spiritual illumination, Disappearing when you turn out the light. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 My Forever Rose 
Enchantress Of The Light
You gaze out the window at the entity, The enchantress of the light beckons to your cooled flesh. Her vibrant rays search out your every dismay, For it is time for day to whisk away night. The quilled pen engraves another life year passed, Yielding another blest day in the future, One not without blemish or trial, Bravely you will walk with the enchantress of the light. In the day she will guide you with her warmth, Hiding from the beau of darkness in the night, While you rest safely in the solace of The Master, She slumbers till the approach of new dawn. Dorothy E. Scott @ Copyrighted 2008 My Forever Rose 
Look To His Love
Dredged in barnacles of your illness, Far from the shore of wellness. No illumination seems to enlighten your deck way, Lost in sickness without a healing thought. Your lighthouse seems to have extinguished its hopeful beacon long ago, Lost in the waves of fear and apprehension, Embraced by your physical undertow, Immersing you in a tidal wave of emotional destruction! Look to His love to rid you of these clinging barnacles, Wipe away all your tears of anxiety and defeat, Giving you new found faith and hope on which to rest, Knowing that with Him all miracles are possible! He will teach you to walk above the turbulent waters, Giving you the strength to heal and withstand all. His love will carry you over the roughest waves, To walk on the smoothest sands in your life with Him. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2014 Lost In Sickness Dr. Muk, Love Ya. A Book from Jesus to help others in their journey with their lost in sickness! May it bring you eternal peace and His encouragement always. 
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I was abused in many ways being scarred, because I helped others at the violence and ignorance of another! I am crippled from the constant sickness abuse but I am still and always be The Lord's Poet forever for others and those needing it.
I am a winner only because Jesus healed me from the anger and hate! I LED A ROAD OF ANOTHE PERSON'S ANGER INCLUDING THE ANGER OF MY DISEASE BUT I AM NO LONGER A VICTIM BUT A WINNER! MY LEFT SIDE OF MY FACE BEARS BROKEN CRUSHED BONES CAUSING GREAT INFECTIONS NON CURABLE BUT JESUS LED ME TO BE HIS POET AND HELP OTHERS AND HE WILL LEAD YOU AWAY FROM YOUR PAST ABUSE TO HEAL IN HIS LOVING PASTURES! WHEN YOU FEEL HATE THEN YOU CAN NOT HEAL FROM THE ANGER OR THE PAIN. LEARN LOVE AND PRAYER FOR THE ANSWERS NEEDED ALWAYS! A SPECIAL DEDICATION TO MY NEPHEW ASHTIN, WHO HAS RECENTLY SUFFERED PHYSICAL ABUSE IN SCHOOL SO BAD, THEY HAVE TO HOME SCHOOL HIM! I LOVE YOU ASHTIN SWEETIE! YOU ARE A WINNER TOO! I AM DOING THIS NEW BOOK WITH MY PARTNER, PROFESSIONAL POET FROM THE U.K, ESTELLA ELIOT, ANOTHER ABUSE VICTIM TO HELP! SICKNESS AND PEOPLE ABUSE HER EMOTIONALLY AND SHE IS NO LONGER A VICTIM BUT A SURVIVOR! OUR POETRY WILL MAKE YOU A VICTOR NOT A VICTIM. JUST LET JESUS IN YOUR LIFE. HE WILL TAKE ALL OF YOUR BURDENS ON HIMSELF! 
Bruised Not Broken
Bleeding from the wounds, inflicted by the bully, Another innocent weeps from the cruel thrusts. Leaving her helplessly intertwined in their stinging web. Hurt was triggered by a smoking gun! The bullet was imbedded deep within, Leaving the helpless lady, crying of unseen agony. The cruelty brought her unbearable pain, Causing her to feel helpless in the battle, Persecuting her with evil taunts thrown. She was bruised not broken from the insults, Leaving her trembling in hurt, Making her feel isolated in her sickness. She must lean on The Lord for understanding, Withstanding the dismay emitting from her sorrowful heart. She prays for the sinners lost in negativity of their spirit. Dorothy E. Scott - Texas Poet For The Lord Estella Eliot– United Kingdom Poet For The Lord © Copyrighted 2015 Bruised Not Broken This book is for Ashtin, Poet Dorothy’s nephew, and all children and adults, who suffer at the hands of a bully, whether physically or emotionally with sickness or violence . May it bring them spiritual peace! 
Your Power Beyond My Pain
Lord Jesus, Give me the strength to endure. Sarcasm has protruded its serpentine head. Their sinuous coils have constricted my emotions, Bringing me the tidal ebbs of bittersweet. Lord Jesus, Give me Your power beyond my pain. Overcoming the dismal surroundings, I must bear. Their snaked tongues has poisoned my serenity, Leaving me struggling with depressive mind. Lord, Jesus, When persecution bears its devilish head, Give me the strength to endure without tears. Hold my hand through the torturous thrusts, Let not their cruelty break my tender spirit. Lord Jesus, I hold out my conflicted arms to you. Give me the courage to withstand the cruel thrusts. The belief to leave all in Your competent hands, Giving me the faith to believe in only Your goodness. In Jesus’ Name I Pray! Amen! Dorothy E. Scott - Texas Poet For The Lord Estella Eliot– United Kingdom Poet For The Lord © Copyrighted 2015 Bruised Not Broken This book is for Ashtin, Poet Dorothy’s nephew, and all children and adults, who suffer at the hands of a bully. May it bring them spiritual peace! 
Breaking Away From The Hurt
Cruel words impaled the helpless victim, Leaving shards of glass buried deep within. The emotional beating left her weeping in the shadows. Her trust for other mankind was tragically torn. Evil had thrust a sharp dagger in her helpless mind, Twisting the angry blade in her tender tissue. Weeping bittersweet tears she struggles to cope, Her innocent body was tortured, Leaving her trembling in the darkness. Breaking away from the hurt, She must lean on The Lord for her comfort. Her needed healing would His loving arms. His justice will banish the beasts, Waiting to pounce on her helpless spirit, Enlightening her dismal pathway. Her sorrowful thoughts will be washed, The blemish smudged by the ignorant, Has been wiped clean by His loving grace. Breaking away from the hurt, She has found a special healing, Freed from the torturous thoughts of another. She has relied on Jesus to guard her, Letting Him handle the beasts Waiting to pounce with dismal intentions. Dorothy E. Scott - Texas Poet For The Lord Estella Eliot– United Kingdom Poet For The Lord © Copyrighted 2015 Bruised Not Broken This book is for Ashtin, Poet Dorothy’s nephew, and all children and adults, who suffer at the hands of a bully, whether physically or emotionally with sickness or violence . May it bring them spiritual peace! 
My Sacred Promise I Am God's Warrior Of Poetry Forever! I Will Not Let Him Down! He Gave Me New Beginnings! I Love You Jesus Always! I Dedicate This Whole Domain And Website To Honor You! Amen! Jesus has led me to teach about new beginnings but never forget the past that got you where you are at. This poem is thanking Jesus for leading you over torturous waters and never forgetting how treacherous to get there. Without the harsh past, there could never be my new beginnings. This poem is my life and my journeys to my new beginnings as God’s Poet For The World! My New Beginnings “Lord Jesus, My Father, who loved me despite my scars on my face, Who healed me from the torturous scars and insults. Wiped my salty childhood tears when others abused me. Always led me to believe in myself despite all.” “You never let me feel pity at my situation, Helping me to help others with laughter and poetry. Teaching me I was chosen to heal others through poetry and Your love, Carrying an illuminating light of faith and hope to the collapsing world.” “When I was lonely you held me close to Your heart, You gave me the will to go on living in the light. You showed me the pathway I was meant to follow, Carrying me over the roughest terrain to my new beginnings.” “Saved me so many times from the turbulent waves of death, The clutching fingers wishing for my demise could never win, Your love was bountiful in a saddened heart, Wishing release from the torturous life she had been cast.” “You made me an overseer of Your pious intervention, Leading me to believe in the impossible, Showing others Your devotional love overcomes all, With spiritual prayer miracles do happen.” “Lord Jesus, You taught me to always look inside the person’s heart. The only blackness is the person who chooses hate in their bedside. Love all with unconditional love only in my journey, Forgive those who trespass against us in our walk.” “Lord Jesus, I, A dedicated poet, just wanted the world know, How much love and guidance You gave a love-starved child, Enduring the hate and indifference of a badly disfigurement, Healing the physical scars and emotional turbulence.” “You led me on a journey to my new beginnings, Wiping away any bitterness inside of me, Birthing a gentle loving person with only adoration, God’s Poet for the the world, needing the same hope she teaches others.” Amen! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2015 The Meeting Of The Lion And The Lamb Revealing Of The True Healing Of The Lion Dedicated to Barbara McKinley (Our Loving Cousin, Who lost her battle to pancreatic cancer.) Written for Dr. Shantasri Mukhopadhyay (dedicated also), who saved my life and always gives me faith! Luv Ya My Doctor Of Mine Heart And Body. May This Book Help Others Through Jesus! President Reagan's letter to me! I wrote Nancy and him a special poem when he and I had colon cancer same time. I honor the greatest president I ever knew. President Ronald Reagan And His Loving Wife Nancy! May they both rest in Jesus' love. 
On Freedom’s Road
Come fly with me over the war torn land, Warrior and veteran holding out their hand. Reach out and grasp the true reality, Where man and freedom became our destiny. Take a walk along freedoms road, Where many warriors have left their tragic load. Blood-soaked earth can never change, Where many died on the perilous range. Let us journey on the now trodden pathway, Where our armed forces are fighting today. Treading the same footsteps as before, On freedom’s road they leave another tragic score. Reach out your hearts in prayer, Showing our warriors we still care, As we travel along freedoms road again, Watching more battles needed to win. Come travel on freedoms road with me, As we gaze upon future history, Where warrior and veteran will always together stand, Fighting across liberty’s land. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2007 Marching To The Battle Cry My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006 In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007 Also In Memory Of Every Warrior, Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom 
Eternal Rose Of Togetherness
Take this offerance of my devotion, The eternal rose of togetherness, A symbol of our special love, We feel imbedded in our hearts forever. The fragrant petals of compassion, Will spiritually enlighten us, As together we ride every threatening storm, Knowing tomorrow we are not alone. Every tear wept with discontent, We will share the same tissue of sorrow. Till fate’s final cards are cast, We will bridge each struggle together. Take this offerance of my spiritual devotion, The eternal rose of togetherness, Which forever will be our sacred bouquet, On life’s eternal journey beyond the sun. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2009 My Forever Rose 
The Rose Of Forever
I embrace thee with the rose of forever. Eternally its fragrance will bequeath my undying love, Its sacred petals will carry only blessings, Bestowed with spiritual enlightenment. I bequeath the world with the spirit of refresh, Carrying my heartfelt prayers for all. A special gift of caring God bestowed me, Will enhance any difficult lives with faith and hope. Accept my benevolent gift of poetical light. It will carry the precious words felt in my heart. The rose of forever will be eternally for all, All wishing to partake of His hallowed insight. Let not troubles mar your special day, Remember love started with Our Father. All will receive the rose of forever, When they open their heart to the pious light. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2008 My Forever Rose 
A Pulchritude Of Loveliness
A frigid wintry kiss fails to mar, The fragile petals of the lovely rose, Its essence is only magnified more, By the icy sheath covering its bud. Its spiritual fragrance can't be frozen, For its natural charm shows through, Truly a gift from the greatest artist, A pulchritude of loveliness. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2008 My Forever Rose 
Whisper In The Wind
In the darkness I reach out to seek. My spiritual love knows not where I see. Her tender kiss can be felt on every star. I reach out to partake of her bidden love. Yearning arises in my tender breast, In a private realm I could never touch, Leaving me to weep a lonely tear, Saturating my heart with sadness hidden inside. I question whether I am a lost lover, Harboring sated feelings for my love in the light, For an entity of the night not ever to be, Just a whisper in the wind. As I leave this desperation behind, I feel a gentle breeze nudge me, Taking away my feelings so shorn, Knowing another whisper in the wind waits. Dorothy E. Scott @ Copyrighted 2008 My Forever Rose |