The Group

They sit on the steps as a lonely ol' troop,
forgotten, unseen, with not much to say.

They tell the tale so often sung,
when they tried to reach out
but were briskly tossed back.

An insatiable thirst to end all the pain,
leaves them nowhere but back to scorched hearts.

And what do they learn from another sad heart?
Just another saga of the crushing,
the bleeding, and the weeping.

'Cheer up!' says a voice that is not of their crowd,
he then walks away with his fiancée.

So the group begin to tell another round,
they don't find what they want,
but they have each other.

J.A.Scott

Fire Engine

Fire Engine,
on its way,
go and take a look.

Fire Engine,
busy day,
Onward to its goal.

Hurry along,
very loud,
you must get there soon.

Hurry along,
there's a crowd,
excitement in the air.

Fire Engine,
flashing lights,
time to get to work.

Fire Engine,
tragic nights,
You did the best you could.

J.A.Scott

Family

You do not choose them,
that is true.
But you tend to love them,
what can you do?

The bonding is strong,
for many years.
You enjoy such good times
and whether the tears.

Yes, fights do happen
you do not prize,
And Quickly forgotten
if your wise.

The good times are there,
and even more.
Don't think about it,
who's keeping score?

Laughing and joking,
tears and pain.
It's part of the family
though seems insane.

J.A.Scott

The Poets Life

The mind of the poet is hard to elucidate,
he lives not a life of ease.
Pain, suffering, an inexplicable sorrow
drives him to his life’s calling.

And even I must battle the shadow,
the looming fear of nonacceptance.
Tis less likely I shall remain on top
than those of another clan.

How do I describe my pain?
Am I perhaps the unfriendly sort?
Alas, I cry aloud – my mouth will not speak,
so I leave the job to my feathery plume.

And such is the life I lead,
the note pad my best friend.
Though I can’t speak of my shadows,
I use the only way known to let them out.

J.A.Scott

*There are a few of my poems in this list that are very old. This is once of them. This, actually, is one of my first poems. The ultimate goal was to try and write something that didn't rhyme. Even then I was trying to do something different and step outside my comfort zone.

My Little Love

I had a little love once,
to who I do appreciate.
For she helped me along,
and to her I do celebrate.

My little love gave me assistance,
with her intelligence and charm.
Though she didn't know her depth,
she shielded me from harm.

My love was always unaware,
but she gave my heart an extra shove,
to continue searching for that woman
who will take over for my little love.

J.A.Scott


* Notes - I wrote this poem many years ago, (probably about 15 years ago). It's about an unrequited love interest, who was totally unaware I was infatuated with her.

A Memory Of A Girl

I’ve got a memory from my past.
A certain girl whom I once knew.
She sneaks up on me throughout the year.
I ignore her, but she hides about.
I dismiss her, yet she lingers.
I wanted her with me, but not this way.
I’m forgotten by her and I
Wish my memory, I could forget.
revised, 06 August, 2012
J.A.Scott

*Notes - This is another poem I wrote over 15 years ago. In its original content, it was hardly a poem and all over the place. I decided to clean it up a bit; this was the result.

Eternity

Never ending,
Forever long,
Yes I know eternity.

Constant wait,
endless void,
otherwise known - eternity.

Where you go,
is where you've been,
this defines eternity.

A single step,
in this hour,
How I hate the DMV.

J.A.Scott