Gina Marie

What beauty I find in my Gina Marie.
My Gina Marie and me,
If not me, then just Gina Marie.

J.A.Scott

Flowers

Flowers in the garden
Flowers in the hall,
Flowers in the wild,
Flowers on the wall.

Flowers just for looking at
Or setting on display,
Either way their just as lovely
And make a nice bouquet.

The rose, the iris, the lily too,
All give their thanks to the morning dew;
And even the Scilla all dressed in blue,
Was a romantic symbol since its début.

J.A.Scott

Bees

I think that I shall never see
an insect lovely as a bee.

A bee whose hungry mouth is pressed
against honey, second rate at best.

A bee that can’t see all day
because too many eyes are in the way.

A bee that may in summer wear
A risky yellow – people stare.

Upon whose belly honey has lain
and sticks to windows on the train.

Parodies are made by fools like me
but only honey comes from the bee.

J.A.Scott

Empty Nights

Need I miss you
when I mention you often
in my empty nights?

I whisper your name.

J.A.Scott

Dreaming

Intangible thoughts, uncertainties
the playground of the mind
the land of the dream.

A reckless and dangerous place,
an arena for good and evil,
strange and bizarre.

They infiltrate ones life
with ne'er a worry or a care
to destroy ones piece of mind.

To ease the pain we cite,
'dreaming is after all
just a dream.'

...isn't it?

J.A.Scott

Candy

Candy is sweet
It’s tasty and good
If offered to me
You know I would.

The urge to resist
Is never intent
I’d never reject
This wonderful tempt.

Teasing me with it
Is very malicious
I can’t abstain
It’s far too delicious.

A great reward
Any time of the day
Evening, noon or
Lights first ray.

Candy is music to my ears.

J.A.Scott

Believing

With hurtful feelings I lived my life,
uncertain of the days ahead.
pain and suffering were all I had
in the darkness of my soul.

I dreamed and lived and breathed
in a dazzling beautiful world.
you came forth to show me these
and I believe you.

J.A.Scott