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My body may become worn but my mind will always honor Jesus!
DON’T TILT THE GLASS My worn body may be stiff in its age, Though my mind is still ongoing, a new page. A weary heart may wear an occasional bruise. My forgetful mind stops to often peruse. I try to tilt the world with a daily rhyme. I’m not getting old yet, just feeling my time. My bones bother me, very human you see. Poetry is my future, my poetical destiny. Fate’s glass still holds water, not about to drown. Sometimes a smile wards off the intended frown. A weary body is stiff, a bruise to my ego, mind on a tilt. Sometimes a bother, yet my glass isn’t empty! Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2015 By The Hand Of God 
ARROW OF KNOWLEDGE Hidden in the deep recesses of a writer’s mind is a bow and string. Each time a pen is picked up, an arrow of knowledge begins to sing. When released a magical cycle of words interlock into the reader, Leaving the start of a mysterious seed in a constant feeder. As the tidbits are absorbed different emotions rule the apprehension. There it’s carried in each rustic arrow, built from erudition. Knurled underneath the wisdom is meant to entertain. Building a clear picture, the mystical world happens to abstain. Dorothy E. Scott @ Copyrighted 1999 Arrow Of Knowledge 
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THE MIGHTY WRITER Ebony keys are caressed by a gentle hand. Soft palms touch a novel of popular demand. An ivory typewriter sits on the rustic desk of old. Shimmering rays of sun enlighten tresses of gold. A ring of silver on nimble fingers catches the light. While imaginative lovers await their plight. Adamant wrinkles crease the dainty chin. As a mystic character becomes a devoted friend. Heartwarming stories unfold in her wandering mind. And discouraging obstacles are not allowed to unwind. She enchants all with her gift of creating a magical tale. Building an intriguing world, only she can unveil. Enhancing the joy of reading is her special goal. Bringing happiness to a decade full of woe. She is the mighty writer filling all with hope. Like a dedicated teacher, achieving her greatest scope. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2015 By The Hand Of God 
REFLECTIONS OF A POET
Traveling a world of exhilaration, a bridge of incidents cloud the mind. Parchment is a cherished gift, a page of the past, present, and future lined. The cowboy politician, lawyer and nurse are just a few views of the poet’s vision. Each verse is written within the Lord with delicate precision. Rain forests, meadows, rivers, and lakes are places to explore. Every animal, object, and trees is a symbol of natural love, yearn to touch more. All can cherish and travel to the world, weaved by the reflection of a poet. The pen is an arrow to pierce the most doubtful heart, emotions, inset. Reflections of a poet can take your mind faraway places. To India, China, Vietnam, and America, poetry sets the various paces. Cycling through life verse is intended to add a stepping stone. Making the reader have a realm of his own. Looking into the lives of people, seaming a tale to enchant the world. Illuminating the civilization with poetic love, unfurled. Traveling a world of exhilaration, a bridge of incidents cloud the mind. Parchment is a cherished gift, a page of the past, present, and future lined. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2000 Reflections Of A Poet |
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WEARING A SONNET Dance on the stars of a rhyme. Letting the rhythm set the time, Wearing a soothing bonnet, As poetry's own sonnet. Take a ride on the metaphor trail. Hear the mind's wheels turning on the melodic trail. Wearing a soothing bonnet, As poetry's own bonnet. Every step is long on the poetic mile. Pull up those smart britches, readily smile. Wearing a soothing bonnet, As poetry's own sonnet. Dorothy E. Scott @ Copyrighted 2015 By The Hand Of God 
IMAGE OF LOVELINESS
A young girl sat in front of a mirror, her beauty was shown. She saw a horrid being, staring back one destined to be alone. All her life, she was called ugly names, she began to think a monster inside. Out went self-confidence, all was left was a soul which cried. Somewhere in the past, the girl hid away the pain, covering it without comfort. All the abuse, name calling, and pain remained hidden, an endless cycle of hurt. At school she was called names, while students shied away. Their comments, Ooh don’t touch her you will die,” made her buried past stay. Running away she joined the Army, just out of high school on delayed entry program. Her inner soul was still tarnished, she became the best soldier for Uncle Sam. Lost she found a friend after being betrayed by another, Their friendship blossomed, dearer than any sister or mother. A fierce battle with cancer made her the poet is today. Loved by many she strives to use her poetry, helping in every way. Deep inside her heart a persistence is growing, health astray is the future. Comfort for those wishing to find solace or new adventure. The same lost lady strives to overcome the shadowed past. Through her poetry she will reach the nations, the outcast. Her image of loveliness is her inner beauty, yearning soul. Only death will deter her writing or tarnish her goal. Dorothy E. Scott © Copyrighted 2000 Reflections Of A Poet My Second Greatest Gift, My Handsome Hubby!
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BEQUESTER OF POETRY
A sweaty palm clutches the mouse fingers, caressing the keyboard. Seeking eyes peruses the verse on screen, this art is her soothing cord. Cancer has established a claim, her spirits wards away the invader, For in her heart is a deeper love, to which sickness has no cater. Offerances of her heart yet sharing the beauty in others insight, As her own feathery quill takes an imaginative flight. Her enamored personality is a gift perceived, deep faith endowed. Inauspicious thoughts aren't allowed to linger, leaving a dismal cloud. Poetry has built a house of serenity and replete, With this benevolence her mind feels very complete. A bequester of poetry she rides a path through many a milestone. Her pen is her saddle, her love is God and verse, treading any obstacle alone. Wrote for a special person my Big Sis, Tandi I love you so much you are an inspiration. In Memory Of You Bis Sis Tandi! Dorothy E. Scott @ Copyrighted 2015 By The Hand Of God 
LOOKING FOR OUR POET
Looking for our poet under every rainbow. There under the hues, her verse will flow. Her smile radiates with the beams of light. Musical voice provides new insight. Lover of poetry, she tickles the searching mind. Her heart is bountiful, a loving unwind. Her iridescent words never fail to enchant the air. Looking under every rainbow, always finding her there. Sitting in her comfortable desk chair at her computer. From her talent every reader becomes a commuter. Dorothy E. Scott @ Copyrighted 2015 By The Hand Of God |
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THE POETICAL LIGHT
Her abstinence is strong, she reaches out to grasp the poetical light. A harrowed past has failed to relinquish a claim, altering her insight. Weakened hands grasp the stars, her chest tingles with the warmth of her tears. Life has guided her down a rocky incline, fate was her peer. Along this tormenting road she found self in beauty of poetry. Sensitive fingers hold pen, emitting her hurt into another’s history. Beams radiate from a gratified soul, hate has not a chance. Her poetical light is her benevolence to the word, a pleasant dance. Dorothy E. Scott @ Copyrighted 2015 By The Hand Of God 
ON POETIC MOONBEAMS
On poetic moonbeams he dances in eternity. Forever his hallowed pen writes an eternal prose. In our memories he will rest for infinity. A special poet, Bamajack, rests in the shroud of repose. He rides the golden roads with his quill in hand. On the parchment of clouds, writing a sonnet on the wind. There he enthralls the angels, making a poetical stand. Bamajack has entered Heaven’s gate, his final verse penned. Dorothy E. Scott @ Copyrighted 2015 By The Hand Of God |
MUDDLED THOUGHTS
Trembling, my hands hold the cherished object. Sweaty palms itch in great anticipation. Many thoughts race through a searching mind, another project. Words are pieced together, fine knitting in summation. As the ink stains the paper, a masterpiece begins to unfold. Muddled thoughts become new pathways for another's pleasure. With great courage each verse is now a nugget of gold. In a bushel basket of knowledge it becomes a metered measure. What is muddled thoughts today leads forth tomorrow. A new journey to partake, a souvenir to the mind. Pleasure will be the outcome many will continually borrow. New words will reveal another poetical unwind. Trembling, my hands hold the cherished object. Sweaty palms itch in great anticipation. Many thoughts race through a searching mind, another project. Words are pieced together, fine knitting in summation. Dorothy E. Scott @ Copyrighted 2015 By The Hand Of God |
POETRY HOPE AND HEALING
Compassionate heart yearned to fly, On the wings of poetry find rest, Giving hope to the population passing by, Helping others journey on the most arduous quest. Persistence became her talent given. Clouds carried her healing to the listening atmosphere, Words moistening the yearning world, love driven. Her poetry, hope, and healing makes all shed a satisfied tear. Dorothy E. Scott @ Copyrighted 2015 By The Hand Of God 
POETRY BOUND
The pen is ready to record each event I see. You can call me the writer of imagistic poetry. Emotion is portrayed in an inner mesh of woven verse. It can be heartwarming, sad, angry, or controversially terse. I am a vicarious poet, feeling everything witnessed in my heart and mind. Involvement and love is an asset, I hope you will continually find. For always my God-gifted soul will be poetry bound in every way as I mature. For my special gifted talent has given me strength, compassion,and an understanding nature. Dorothy E. Scott @ Copyrighted 2015 By The Hand Of God 
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TEARS OF THE POET
On the lacy tablecloth an unopened book caught the eye. It was a book of poetry, guaranteed to make the bravest cry. Inside tragic verse related the world’s sadness and pain, Also various versification tickles the mind without refrain. Composing a short story with talent of stanza and verse in an intermingling vine. The tears of the poet present the vicarious approach in a poetical intertwine. Leaving a knowledgeable but flourishing seed. The capacity where understanding needs to breed. The tears of the poet lends a soothing sonnet to the struggling foundation. A land with ignorance and stupidity in close relation. As gentle hands picked up the book and read the first page of verse. The tears of the poet began to cycle and disperse. Dorothy E. Scott @ Copyrighted 2015 By The Hand Of God 
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