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Premium Member FOREVER ADELINE - Narrated by Poetry Soup Poet - SAM SCOTT

FOREVER ADELINE 

Acknowledgement:  
A big thank you Sam Scott from our Poetry Soup Community,
for your splendid narrative contribution.

Synopsis: 
A story of unrequited love that began in childhood. 
Despite the passage of time, his love remained hauntingly 
painful even after she fell in love with...

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Categories: scott, lost love, romantic,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member FANTASTIC BEASTS - Dinosaurs - Collab with Tom Woody, spoken by Sam Scott and Sara A

A big shoutout and thank you to Tom Woody for being an amazing collaborator on this epic project. Also, a huge thank you to Sam Scott and Sara A for your stellar narration that truly brought this production to life. 
Thank you all once again!

FANTASTIC...

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Categories: scott, adventure, fantasy, fate, natural
Form: Epic
Hey, Scott Pruitt
Hey, Scott Pruitt!*
We all knew it
Soon would come to this.

Rumors flew; it
Seemed you blew it.
Truth you would dismiss.

Anger’d brew; it
Looked like, “Screw it!”
Were the words you’d hiss.

You’d pooh-pooh it
As on view it
Seemed you were amiss.

How’d you do it?
Breeze right through it,
Seemingly in bliss?

Well, Scott Pruitt,
Now...

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Categories: scott, political,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Co Scott
I'm an admirer
of his love
Not the romantic kind
The kind in our
imaginations 
Brought to life
With a chivorous 
Knight
A defender of
the poor and 
downtrodden 
Riding his horse 
with his sword
glistening and
well sharpened
Defender of truth
and adoring his
one and only
Woman
By his side
I first met him
Over a year
and a half...

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Categories: scott, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Walter Scott
Sir Walter Scott
In the cold refused to squat
He lived on a boat
That refused to float.

19/05/14...

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Categories: scott, humor,
Form: Clerihew
Jill Scott
"Love rain down on me..."
she bellows sweetly
I drink her soul through
the sounds
Letting me into her universe
dripping with love, food, imagery
a beautiful symphony of words
"Slowly, surely, I walked away from..."
the thought of turning my  cd off
Jazz seeping through my pores 
melting me like chocolate in...

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Categories: scott, love, music, on writing
Form: Free verse



Dream of Peace~~coretta Scott King
We could have run
And tried to hide.

But I promised Martin
I'd stand by his side.

The fear of death, hatred and pain.
He could oppress by peaceful change.

We could have tried
To run and hide.

But either way
He would have died.

So I gave   to you  my dream.
And...

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Categories: scott, black african american, history,
Form:
Premium Member My Cuckoo Son Scott
May I get serious for a moment
Sorry “serious” is not in my vocabulary
I try, and try but to no avail
Perhaps it's somewhat hereditary

Got it from my cuckoo son Scott
He sure didn't warn me he was contagious
Some of his humour is really far out
Might even call...

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Categories: scott, family, tribute,
Form: Quatrain
Scott Rockwell,S Lunatic Fringe
What wood you look 4 in a super heroe group ? IDE want sum one kwick , with speed like the flash ! And a black guy hooz allways talking trash !
And a fat cowboy with a small flying machine , hoo can be giving...

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© John Hall  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: scott, books,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member Monument To Sir Walter Scott - Glasgow
Nigh on ninescore year hae I
Preside o'er thaes city faer
But i' shoundna be me on thaes stule
In Mad King Gaerge's Squaer

In life a saemple claerk o' law 
Who frae Edinburrah hael
'nd 's kent tae woo thae lasses
Wi' an auld ramaentic tael

Naw I set upon mae...

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Categories: scott, art,
Form: Personification
Matthew Scott Harris Unmasks Ha Ha Ha Halloween - Part 2
frankly zapped after wildly oscillating
in tandem with seven bobble heads and ten French horns)
a devilish trumpeting event
by pre-Christian Celtic festival standards
with a “proto” Don twick or tweeting
like a Taj Mahal wonder of webbed, wide world scout
Samhain celebrated on nightfall of October 31

for bachanalia, candy corn,...

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Categories: scott, addiction, autumn, candy, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Matthew Scott Harris Born January 13th, 1959
Thank ye immensely devoted sister Shari
   for availing Shana Aubrey
an expansive plethora of blessedly
   extravagant opportunities
wherein here anatomical fist-sized noggin i.e. grey
matter sponging up - less doable from me
the biological father, who validates
   your doting, helping, kickstarting,
  ...

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Categories: scott, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Elegy
Lucifer Aint It Funny How Scott Always Seems 2 Get Off Free Ohh Father
Ain't it Funny how

Lucifer once said to his father 

Some certain individuals 

No matter how guilty they are 

Or evidence doth incriminate them

Always seem to get off 

Scott Free

Enough said

Mic Drop

That's all I wished to say

As i am currently off to serve

Scott's sentence now 

So...

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Categories: scott, slam,
Form: Free verse
Matthew Scott Harris Unmasks Ha Ha Ha Halloween - Part One
After becoming confident 
(das ernest frank gent) handled ignition
jerryrigged knobs, levers, motors, 
nameless other parts quintessentially,
set registers to “understand” vital www xy zone.
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A blitzkrieg capstone detonated explosive forcees
generating horrendous instantaneous jolt, 
Krakatoa lost mighty noise, 
outrageous phenomena qualified regarding
tremendous unearthly violent 
whiplashing xing yawping zeitgeist!
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Imagine;...

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Categories: scott, cat, chocolate, dark, giving,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member An Elegy for a Fallen Bridge: Baltimore’s Night of Tragedy
As night draped its cloak over Baltimore's sleeping form,
A cargo ship, the MV Dali, sailed to greet the dawn.
From the bustling harbor shores it had slipped away,
Bearing goods for far-off lands, under the sky's dark sway.

Two pilots steered the lumbering vessel, ‘cross the tranquil bay,
But...

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Categories: scott, death, horror,
Form: Elegy

Book: Reflection on the Important Things