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Sam Scott Poem
The golden hope
Of brighter tomorrow
Slides into the salty ocean
No steam or bubbles
Just the crimson joy of the clouds
Escorting
With their shifting ochre tones
While fiery orange irradiates
The grateful atmosphere
Until slowly
Ever so slowly
Into the ripples of the horizon's haze
The queen of the daylight
Slinks
Then is gone
Her wispy train of colour
Vanishing
As the blue king of the night
Claims his place
And sits in the throne room
Of the speckled sky
Copyright © Sam Scott | Year Posted 2023
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Sam Scott Poem
I walked into a meadow
Such beauty did I see
Turns out it's been here
All this time
Revealed so gently
I walked into a meadow
Tamed in part
Yet mostly wild
I skipped among the flowers
Felt the freedom of a child
I walked into a meadow
Shared the warmth
Of her caress
The sunlight of her radiance
A view designed to bless
I walked into that meadow
Without purpose
Soon to learn
A heart can hold more love inside
Than out can ever earn
Copyright © Sam Scott | Year Posted 2024
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Man's bestie
Not a poodle
or westie
He looks like a wolf
Not in sheep's clothing
No danger
Only love
Faithful presence
Honest happiness
I can call his name
And in he comes
Boundless
Longing to be known
Happy to have grown
Up with me
He rests and dreams
So do I
We dream together
We walk
I talk
Whatever the weather
He teaches me something
Every day
About faithfulness
Simplicity
Honesty
Love
Even when we have to say
Goodbye
His memory
Will be etched
Onto the tombstone
Of my life
Copyright © Sam Scott | Year Posted 2024
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In the nighttime hours
As the world deftly creeps by
I summon my powers
Spread my wings and fly
Past cotton clouds,
Snow-capped mountains, white
I am lost and I am found
I am beauty and blight
Past the midnight chimes
A soul searching for home
Tangling myself in rhymes
So as to not feel alone
Catch the updraft of hope
Friendship sun on my face
My place in this world in scope
Loathing, with love replace
Copyright © Sam Scott | Year Posted 2024
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Dreams are never-ending
Fluffy and white
We want them to be solid
But we know they never might
The world is made for dreamers
Who's transient ideas
Fly high above all others
Floating careless of all fears
Beyond the stars will twinkle
When the lighting is just night
Our dreams, they will caress them
Like a party dress, just right
Take my hand again I'll show you
As we stand under the sky
A new landscape filled with promise
Only for the dreamer's eye
Copyright © Sam Scott | Year Posted 2023
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Sam Scott Poem
I pull down from the shelf
The beautiful box of treasures
Ornately carved
Warm, yet well worn
To the gentle touch of my fingers
There is no rush
As I sit in this cosy spot
The sunlight of memory
Like a shaft of enlightenment
Beams onto my cheeks
There is a brass clasp
That silently releases the lid
Inset with filigree, blue and gold
My favourite colours
In my favourite pattern
The hinges release the air inside
Like a happy sigh
A hug of acceptance
As a valued friend visits
After life has carved out years of absence
My eyes closed, I reach inside..
I find the sound of laughter
Forest light streaming through the trees
Jewels of picnics and Spring days
Friends I have loved and lost
I find endless Christmases
Warm Summer gifts of love
Painted pictures from children
Smiles from unexpected messages
Or kind words that linger
I find weddings and food and dancing
Music and poetry and photographs, old and new
I remember the holding of many hands
Small, soft, pretty, all different
Some tired and wrinkly (my favourites)
I find emotions that I thought I had lost
All gathered in this precious box.
Placed carefully,
Never broken
Always perfect and personal
I am slightly overwhelmed
(it happens sometimes)
For now, the tears can stay outside
As I close the lid, replace the clasp
Until the next time
Copyright © Sam Scott | Year Posted 2024
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Sam Scott Poem
I see you
Now stuck in two dimensions
They sit you up
They lie you down
Semi vertical
Fully horizontal
Yet, I have the coloured lenses
Of memory
They don't know the man I can see;
Cycling, dancing, singing
Living a fully rounded vibrant life
Kind and gentle
Father, husband, friend
Grandpa, colleague, leader
Teacher, wise councillor
Bright and beautiful
All things
Now hidden
Under thin grey sheets
A cruel captive
Pencil sketched in
Monochrome
A palliative prisoner
Yet, we celebrate
A vibrant life of joy
A legacy of light and love
A space that will never quite be filled
Except with colour
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Sam Scott Poem
There once was a bear
Who was loved for his shoes
To a girl he was gifted
Just her cuddly muse
On a once rainy day
With a shelter required
The brolly was shaken
To it's cover retired
Then a browse through the store
With her eyes shining bright
The gloss of his footwear
Caught a beam of the light
A flash and a sparkle
Was all that it took
So a friendship was forged
That no force could unhook
As they travelled together
Through the sun and the rain
Their companionship moulded
By life's tough terrain
So the girl became woman
Then a grandma and such..
The bear became gifted
And was loved, not so much
Then one day, for some reason
His world became dark
In the silence he longed
For the girl and her spark
After years it seemed, waiting
One day it occurred
There was light and a voice
Of encouraging word
"I love him", she said
And he knew it was true
Despite fur slightly flattened
Or less sparkly shoe
He remembered way back
To the dusty old shop
Once that love lives inside you
It's a heart that won't stop
Copyright © Sam Scott | Year Posted 2024
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Illustrious
Phantom
You chase
My desire
For satisfaction
As I chase you
Hither and thither
Like the rainbow's end
Always just out of reach
Escalating intensity or just
A trick of the cruel mind
Dancing across my skin
Infiltrating my sanity
As a ghostly feather
Until I find your
Illusive hiding
Place
Ahh
Copyright © Sam Scott | Year Posted 2023
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To travel far
Along the road
To live so long
And not be told
That from the clay
Where hearts complete
There will be one
Your heart will meet
To tend your wounds
Let anxious cease
Wrap with arms
Of total peace
To walk those miles
And not be found
The truth revealed now
To astound
A soul that fits
Like hand in glove
Reciprocation
No striving love
So from the earth
We came and yet
Had travelled far
Before we met
I cannot lose
What has been found
Before returning
Home to ground
Anam cara
You must be
So hold my hand
Eternally
Copyright © Sam Scott | Year Posted 2024
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