Saturday, July 19, 2014

Above Creed

The eyes aren't the only
window to the soul
we lift d'Versity into a pot
of boiling water
let the steam fog the glass
and wipe it clear with expressions
from around the world

ink drips from the windowsill
as the sun shines through
the letters and numbers
but the vision is clear
no matter how grey the tint appears

we are all muslim christian jewish
non-denominational and so on
in a nation that breeds separation
by nature

and for some poetry is a
break from it all
like a kitten with the eyes
of a first love and its purr
was your only source
of comfort

©2014 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
My ode to d'Verse - a place where our differences are celebrated and appreciated. A place where we are unified through the art of poetry... 

And one more thing: I've just uploaded my 1st youtube video, a reading of my poem, 'If God Made Mistakes'. View it *here* if you may. Thanks... 

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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Knuckles in the Dirt

We went to Florence and waited for the DJ to drop the needle
though I almost lost my head waiting for that shit to start
and after 10 minutes he put on a sad song
said it's too lavish for the kids at heart
so sip ya champagne and reminisce about the times
you wish you could change but thankfully
Boboli Gardens is where I left my heart
so let's search for it
where I left my heart

let's water the flowers in expensive suits
and get our hands dirty
run across the primary axis
while tracking mud in our dress shoes
life only grows in the soil of insecurity
like a diamond straight from the mines
put directly on ya ring finger
we went from friends to lovers
outdoor museums to hangin from
roman sculptures
I let go and fell from heaven
because I know you care
that's why we don't care
and lastnight
got me dreadin our last night

we made in Florence
we made in Florence
what we made in Florence
Boboli gardens
where I left my heart
so let's search for it

©2014 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
we're still celebrating over at d'Verse Poets Pub... Care to join? 

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Monday, July 14, 2014

Metamorphosis (A Painting)

Dear heavenly father,
my mother is my number one fan and her good feelings
are my faith when I'm short on patience
you birthed me mama but when you said the
words, “This could be a poem,” that's when the legacy began

Like a book without a 1st 2nd or 3rd chapter
but of continuous prose without punctuation
deciphering Schoenfeld's watercolors
revealing//passionate//canvases of pure romance
in red//pale flesh//blue//with sky hues
numbering page after page of Miller's rapid scenery
amplifying the language of insects
and even the smallest encounters are painted
in grandiosity with a final transition
to Wheatfall's black & white subtlety & power
reminiscent of the strength in Van Gogh's
Wheat Field with Reaper and Sun 

©2014 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.

*it's the three year anniversary of d'Verse Poets Pub and we're celebrating all this week...*

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