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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 23 december 2011

"Crimson Vase"


"Crimson Vase
your primrose fades,
there is dust upon the shelving.
The spider climbs
along your side,
and who knows just why he is delving."
The friends, indeed, for lonely flowers
are only but a few,
'cause no one cares for a crimson vase,
though beauty lies in you.
"Time has wrought no harm or shame
upon your reddish tone,
but what has made your glory shine
was forgotten,
left alone."
"Crimson vase
I knew you well,
you were brought here with caress.
They made you shine
'cause your flowers gave hope
to the soul so lost in sadness."
"But the friends you have for those lonely
flowers
are now only but a few.
Oh, Crimson Vase
what unfair fate
that now no one cares for you!"
 


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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 29 february 2012

A Rose

A Rose,
Arose-
Ahhh, …..Rose!


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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 25 march 2012

The Indigenous Capsicum or Loathsome Meditations

Presis:
 
Ah frightens to I nuwe you nore,
Whit Sun nor erth could shore.
My glee did gloat to wiff da snit
dat run to view no moor.
 
Cammire ya wit an’ tell da lore
Let’s teez dat plutos’ shore
‘n view dat lit dat squince me eyes
‘n minds me of erths poor.
 
Quite Jon ‘n Jill ya nasty nits
Lend yar ear ‘n ear dis tail.
Its lore to learn to pin yar wits
‘n sharpen ya ponny dale.
 
Tale:
 
Fangs of Jans-berg stint no more pain den dat of dis jewl.
Lo it comes ner breath o latter noon, preathing creat ‘n wetted lips
Drewlin pangs ‘n pung. What snew! What dung! Crelling lo , …..da
PrangerStint.
Shewww, shusssshh, hush yar yap, ner dart nor yip yer tong. PrangerStint
das ears awl. Spys awl. Snits awl.
 
Sense:
 
Spit and Spin when yar anger steams,
-keep yar pot a boilin.
Though God and Michael defend ya dear,
still nuttin’ will stop yar toilin’.
 
Da Johnny feast ‘n swells his pot
‘n makes his dear the dearer.
Wilest Jimmy spies ‘n wishes hope
‘n prays his joy was nearer.


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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 19 december 2011

"I Want to Still"


I went to still the heart of passion
which beat in measures of lust.
The rhythms moved my cravings for you
and to have your soul I must.
What selfish caress, the ceaseless sense,
these feelings a climax of being.
A grasp of eternal, a glimpse supernal
to touch what I am seeing.
I went to still a perpetual will,
to take what could not be own.
To discover the mysteries I knew about,
free the curse of being alone.


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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 19 december 2011

"The Garret"

What time the mind enters the garret
The dreamer will never know.
When darkness turns light,
 the story breaks night.
 We have entered that world for a show.
 No one there dies
 with alluring, it lies,
 Throws us to death with a view.
 We find no escape
 as we plunge through the gape,
 behold things never seen but knew.
 People,
the faces
 Names,
the places.
 Fears,
trembling our souls.
With relief our eyes open
Oh, where have we been
as we return from the blackest of holes.
 
                    


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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 23 december 2011

"DEATH"

 
Sense
the darkness
of
twilights' loom,
weaving
your fate
filling
each room
with
visions fainting
and
reapers gloom.
            Oh, hear the drum
                        TA-Toom  TA-Toom
            Silently fading
                        TA-Toom
                         TA-Toom.
Close
your eyes
in
peaceful disguise
a
following fool
pretending
your wise.
The
spirit that has fallen
will
never arise
            Hear the blowing
                        SA-Zee  SA-Zies
            Silently fading
                        SA-Zee  A-Zies
The
world is gone
hear
another's rhyme
leaving
this life
is no
ones crime,
The
voices call
The
bells do chime
            Oh, hear them call,
                        Your
Time, Your Time,
            Silently fading,
                        Your
Time, Is Time.


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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 27 march 2012

"Dream 'Cause"


Dream of yonder netherworld
touch it lest ye fear.
Dwell in places never real
forget what sheds the tear.
'Cause many nights are lonely, dark
and no one cares your there.
And having no angels o'er you
you will never know what nor where.
 
Dream of yesterdays sealed book
to see what tomorrow is made of.
Think of how your life has been
and how you could have showed love.
'Cause what is past will come again
the times of goodness and sorrow.
What has happened will always be
but you can always change tomorrow.


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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 27 march 2012

"Mighty Mite"


 
From Heaven we wrest the
most difficult subjects,
and grasp between little and
thumb.
Thinking God were as man,
and that neither one were
dumb.
And out of consideration we
extol the highest,
but have minded all that
view,
It is true that God is
number One,
but is man number two?
Surely he has forgotten how
far behind
that in his being does God
surpass,
The human is not as angel or
diety,
but more of the intellect of
ape or jackass.
With what then do we measure
the eternal,
Oh bug inside the whale,
For whatever rule you do
apply,
of shortness you will fail.
Little mite as you crawl the
floor
be mindful of whose dwelling
you trespass.
And maybe if you travel
there softly,
God might just leave you
pass.


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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 3 october 2013

Albatrose

Come, Albatrose
and see my plight.
Ships are safe by ocean's tide
Let lifes' wings lift me out
up on thy glorious side.
 
Alas, still thou dost sail
amidst thy freedom and seest not my fall.
Thy wings are spread
Thy beauty assails
but how thy faith is small.
 
Vulturous belly
but beauteous fair
thou maiden of the sea
You fail not in thine own appitites
but in vain thou
comfortest me.


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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 12 june 2012

Bractor


 
 
"He trained his mind when young, at ease
and found his love his thoughts to please
deared himself to truth and fact.
Did nothing less but perfect, exact.
And discovered his world alone, to rule.
Soon he will conqueor the world of the fool."
 
Tilt the till
   'til
     ye thrall and we thrill.
                                    -The Thoughts of Bractor


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Other poems: Benjamin, Colden'd Touch, I See You Afar, The Bloom, Constant Blue, “Login as Entra”, Shramana Karma, At Times I See You, “Stirred Grit”, Dreary Days, Golem Land, Albatrose, Constant Blue, Temple Poetic, A Pretense of Love, Of Wanton, Firebrands, Bractor, Ode to my Daughter, "Mighty Mite", "I Close My Eyes", "Dream 'Cause", The Indigenous Capsicum or Loathsome Meditations, Below the Trees, A Rose, The Bloom, "Come Comfort", "DEATH", "Crimson Vase", "The Dance", "The Garret", "I Want to Still",
 

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