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Green lush vegetation
of breath-taking beauty
enveloping fertile landscape
in scenic tapestry, while
Radiant sunshine's golden splendor
delightfully kissed sun-bathers
lounging on exotic beaches
or taking invigorating dips in
Exquisite waterfalls crystal clear streams
splashing down in majestic grandeur
from incredible heights, dropping
jaws in awe, as eyes behold
Nature's abundant blessings lavished
upon this tiny child swaddled
in spice-scented napkins
Aspiring, striving, amidst social
and economic hardships
to forge, to reach, and fulfill their
Destiny, guided by faith
perseverance and fierce ancestral courage
As...one People... one Nation.
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Frank Scott Poem
Hurrah! Hurrah! Three cheers for the clown!
A sing-song incantation of both old and young
His witty arsenal and outrageous antics
Kept them screaming in fits of hysterics
Why do they scream? This contortion isn't funny
I only wanted to catch a glimpse of my beloved Jenny
The joke is on you folks, you think this is just a show
But behind this carefree mask, dark streams of sorrow flow
Ah! There she is, sitting near the theatre's end
And this well- dressed fruitcake must be that new boyfriend
My eyes are burning, knees wobbling, crowd thinks I am just faking
Fools! The tears are genuine, I am really crying
Jealousy is shooting fiery darts inside my head
Three hoots for your stupid cheers, my heart is cold as lead.
Over standing ovation rings Irony's hideous laugh
Mocking the clown that played the Great Pretender part
While inside he was dying of a broken heart.
Copyright © Frank Scott | Year Posted 2012
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Swooped down as plundering hordes
Waving bloodied razor-edged swords
Angry waves in billowy swell
Questing to conquer Heart's citadel.
Virtue took heels and vanished from the Room
Anger deflated instantly as a pricked balloon
Courage stood his ground, eyes clashing steel
'No surrender' he cried, only weaklings and cowards yeild.
Mercy recoiled in horror as blood flowed inky red
Forgiveness dispatched emmissaries pleading to stop the bloodshed
Desperate, the Invader felt the thorns of defeat in his side
Switched colour as the chameleon flashing a charming smile.
Conjuring up memories clad in sensuous attire
Stroking cold embers of an old burnt- out fire
But zealous Captain who once perched on the Traitor's breast
Imprisoned Mercy and beheaded Forgiveness.
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Imprisoned by clammy apron strings
She squats amidst domestic disorder
Dirty dishes, smelly household linens
Blackened pots and foamy dishwater.
Hastily, she conjures breakfast on the table
While vigilantly eyeing the baby's cradle
A highly- strung neurotic woman
Nursing ghosts of high dreams and aspiration.
A docile victim whose world revolves around
The see-saw whims of her bossy husband
An egoistic peacock with a deficient IQ
Whose brutal hands are his magic wand.
...Pegged on the wall stained by grease
Hangs her college degrees.
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Quaint bells of symphony,
swelling over
vast corridors of the mind
filming scenes from remote past
in kaleidoscopes of living colour
strumming..
with virtuosic intensity
on mind's tormented strings
reincarnating
exorcised demons
undressing
raw putrefying wounds
rusty hinges creaking noisily as
grating shovels on ice
skelenton closet swings eerily open
creatures baring hideous teeth
lay siege on my sanity
and haunt my sleep.
Copyright © Frank Scott | Year Posted 2012
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