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wild flowers grow through the garbage
a blue splashed sky sinks into a black ground.

I dive into the crystalline lake.
deep, pure sounds murmur in
sing-song back and forth through
the mind of mine.

singing to the love of the ancient world.
the roots grow deep and intertwine itself.

melodious serenity come to my noisy mind and
burn me with sweet infringence.

yearbook signatures scream from the past and I
grow stronger by the hour
wishing that I, too, can run around the
sun.

pricking my finger on the black rose
bloody lava erupts from my finger;
feeding the green Earth.

steel glass thorns encase my heart and I slowly bleed.
living blood runs over a cup of gold.

waiting

waiting

to be free.

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Through thick and thin, from a distant past
to the present time
its friendship that keeps the world green.

Over the past I’d say month, i’ve learned alot about myself, about my strengths and not so strong points. Friendship is a powerful thing, often taken for granted. Often tossed to the side and left to collect dust thinking that it’ll always be there. But no, this isn’t the case, no matter how good of a friendship you think you might have, cherish it.

This post is very different, where the poem is centered around a thought. Hope you enjoy

But now that time has changed
summer is all gone and autumn falls into its place
that warm comforting breeze now replaced
with a slight chill
a friendship lost or a friendship gained
from the inside out its too much to bear
the hurt, the pain.

This is the power of friendship

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It is a beautiful day
in the month of May,
the monkies want to play.
Their mamas say, “it’s okay.”

They lace up their skates
and fill their pockets with dates.
The little monkies skate straight
to a park for skates.

The joyous monkies swirl
and twirl
in the warm sun
and boy is it fun.

Someone brings a tape player.
And someone wears the hat of a sailor.
There is a monkey and her name is Taylor.
No time is gayer.

When the sun fades into the crack
between the hills and sky, their mamas call them back
for their mid-afternoon snack
and nap. They’ll be back- that’s a fact.

Another poem from my children’s collection

c.2008 Jennifer M Scott

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Snow falls from the darkened,
pink-tinged firmament.
Covering an already all white, cold world.
The wind blows the snow; blanketing
my sight with white.

I hear your voice, calling my name.
There-
There you are- you could have
been anyone or anything or be with
anyone.
And yet-
yet, you are here with me.
You are electricity and I-
I am just a light bulb.

Amongst the snow-filled, cold world, it is forever spring.
Trees bud with fresh leaves
Green shards push through the white
Red roses blossom full
The sun heats us
A quick storm passes

EXPLODING-

with sound and jagged bolts
Sweet, warm rain drenches us.

We lay together, breathing slow,
living in our forever spring
in this cold world.

c.2008 Jennifer M Scott

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