TML

Every once in a while
people swear and they cuss,
though others around
may not know what's the fuss.

The problem you see
is when life is a bore.
People stirring up problems
that've happened before.

The hero that's starring
in this return to the pen,
is a writer of stories
who hides in his den.

One day he was tortured,
a bully smeared him with honey.
But what she didn't know
he just came into money.

The bully he dealt with
once said they should marry,
then pushed him around.
How he dreaded that Carrie.

With the dough he came into
he bought a theme park.
But it wasn't your typical,
this one was dark.

Deep underground
was his hidden base lair.
Had a wall full of monitors
at which he would stare.

On staff at all times
he hired three men.
Scientist chaps,
Larry, Dobie and Ben.

As happened before
they were always at work
Till something bad happened,
'cause one was a jerk.

One day in the theme park
Carrie was eating a scone,
so Ben kidnapped her
and created a clone.

He tried to be secret
but he wasn't too safe,
the clone went missing
when her bindings did chaff.

He realized what happened
when rides started to sink
His Carrie clone project
was another 'Missing Link'.

Our writer friend hero
had no time to act.
But he pooled his resources,
and THAT is a fact!

His two other friends
would help in this cause.
They created a land-shark
and called his name jaws.

The battle commenced
but the clone had to boast,
before it was over
she destroyed the East Coast.

Tragedy was realized,
Dobie perished of course.
On top of all that,
Larry's voice was now hoarse.

Carrie was released
but that wasn't his fault.
So the government forced
all his projects to halt.

The Felony sentence
punished him several ways.
A stiff fine for one,
and no writing for days.

The theme park was closed
officers burnt all the files.
But the stories not done,
Carrie stole all the vials.

J.A.Scott

This poem is actually a continuation of a set of poems I wrote when I was younger.
The full collection can be found: HERE

Universe

Sun
Shining.
The Planets,
Spinning round.
Quasars Pulsing.
Asteroids within a belt.
Infinite Galaxies arraigned in groups.
The cold and blackness of empty space.
Nebula, birthplace of the stars.
186,000 miles per second,
the speed of light.
Gravity Well, a
Black Hole.
Shooting
Star

J.A.Scott

Too Late

How I hate the things not done,
waiting...
waiting...
Waiting for a better time.

Procrastinating, holding off,
finish...
finish...
finish when I have the time.

A better time, it rarely comes,
running...
running...
running out the time to do.

Then suddenly I have the time, but
...late
...late
It is too late.

J.A.Scott

Talk To Her

Never have I been so bold,

I've always been so shy.
Crippled ever by my fear,
unlike every other guy.

I saw her glancing my way,
but still I couldn't know,
Was it me she's looking for
and would our friendship grow?

I wondered this through the night,
I just couldn't make my move.
I would greet her, she would laugh,
what ever would that prove?

Then I remembered something,
the famous Jackson sung,
splendid words to keep in mind
to motivate my tongue

"I know I'm gonna know her,
gotta get over my fright,
just gonna walk up to her,
gonna talk to her tonight."

This inspired me to go,
twas then that I did see
she grew tired of waiting
and came to talk to me.

J.A.Scott

The Train

The train is coming,
let's go see,
it's coming down the track.

Soon it will be stopping,
filling up,
then be on it's way.

Wonder where it's heading,
where it went,
and whose on-board.

The train is ready,
whistle blows,
it pulls into the night.

I think it's so impressive,
wave goodbye,
forever chugging on.

J.A.Scott

* Photo used compliments of Visual Stimulus Photo Art

Tornado

Devastating power,
a wonder to behold,
Can you imagine chasing one?
I couldn't be so bold.

In just a sudden second,
the twister hits the ground,
trying its best to insure,
that nothing will be found.

The mighty whirlwind has engulfed,
a defenceless little town,
taking barns and chickens
and spreading bits around.

The tiny Kansas borough,
feels as they've been skinned,
everything they've known and loved,
has been taken by the wind.

J.A.Scott

Tactile Feelings

Smooth as silk,
Elegant,
Graceful,
Beautiful

Course as bricks,
Rough,
and Tough,
Dependable

Gritty as sand,
Tricky,
Sneaky,
Unsteady

Ticklish as grass,
Playful,
Joyful,
Having fun

J.A.Scott