Category Archives: Poetry

Any post which contains one of my poems.

I Wish I Could Sing…

I wish I could sing as my heart can sing,

Down from the depths of my soul.

And knew tis true it’s you I’ve found

My one true love for life.

My heart rings true as I pour out the truth

Of a love made not here but heav’n.

I touch it not here upon the Earth.

God made you for me, your life for mine.

My heart pours out a silent request

Heard all around the world.

But words spoken from breast to breast

A silence that stills the dawn.

A proof to me lives evermore

The skies show in the sunset

The colors pale against our love

They rebel against its strength.

So, there will come when only one

remains the other continues on.

I cry when I think of that deep sorrow

the only thing which pales the love.

*****

-Written upon wakening from a dream of seeing my true love dying in my arms.

Namaste,

Scott

 

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A Past Favorite – At Least, of MIne!

Years ago, four, I believe, I caught a show on BGT that took my breath away.  I listened again…it still does and brings a tear to my eye.

For your enjoyment, now, as it might have been then:

The Impossible Dream

Namaste,

Scott

I Sit in the Corner – Revisited

I Sit in the Corner

Years ago, I wrote a poem and though it didn’t receive accolades, I love it very much.  It is listed in my history markers to the left, but I wanted to revisit it and let you read if you haven’t.

By Scott L Vannatter – 07/05/12
I sit in the corner, a ragged doll,
No bones, no frame, no peace of mind.
Using a nail to scratch the floor
To make a difference, for one to find.

I sit in the corner, a woolen cloth,
Just feeding moths as I slowly die.
Once I was used to cover a toy
A shiny doll, cherished so high.

I sit in the corner, now an old box
My insides poured out; I tossed aside.
Used for holding treasures dear
A doll and blanket did I hide.

I sit in the corner, crumpled and torn
Wrapping paper of colors so bright
Covering a box filled with toys bought new
To give a child a time filled with light.

I sit in the corner, growing old and grey
Ignored by most my time spent all
Did my duties and worked and helped
Now I feel just like a doll.

 

Namaste,

Scott

Amanda Palmer – It’s My Post; I will Write What I Want (Note- Rated R)

Okay, I tried to do it in the title, but let’s do it very clearly right here:  This particular post can be read without any problem by  most anyone.  However,  IF YOU DECIDE TO WATCH THE LINKS (ESP. THE SONGS), then be advised of possible profanity and/or nudity.  There, that’s for those of you who just can’t deal with that.  The TED video is what you will want to watch, I imagine.

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I was buzzing surfing playing looking searching the Internet today ( well, yesterday, now) and came across an older vid I had already seen of Amanda Palmer.  Now, there are going to be those of you who say, “OMG, not Amanda Palmer!” (maybe even not so nicely).  There will be those of you who scream, “Yeah!  Amanda Palmer!” (Not so many).  And, there will be many of you who will say, “Who?” (a lot of those, I imagine).

Amanda was someone I met online (just me, she had little to do with it).  I saw her in a TED video.   During THIS VIDEO, she spoke a great deal about the power of not worrying and simply asking for help.  She also spoke highly (more here) about making songs free and asking for help from fans.  If you do nothing else in this post please WATCH THE “THIS VIDEO” above.

I followed this by listening to some of her songs:  Pick a Couple (The words speak volumes, whether or not you like them or even her)

Then, to top it off…  Well, here’s the story, in brief:  She did a concert in England.  The “Daily News” (Tabloid) covered the story and said very little about it except that her breast managed to fall out of her top at one point.  Instead of getting mad, she did the following at another concert (I believe it was the next one): RIGHT HERE!

So, she has my vote.  She has rhyme and reason to her songs; she isn’t afraid of much of anyone/thing; and, she is attractive (had to throw that in there).

I like a lot of her ideas.  The big one about music being free and the groups/singers being supported by gifts from the fans is wonderful (Watch the TED talk).

This is a post in support of what she stands for and who she is.  I only wish she would see this and make a comment!!!

Namaste,

Scott

To Katy

My great aunt, Katherine, treated me like her son.  Her death weighed heavy on my young heart.  It never really occurred to me that I knew 5 of my great grandparents and 3 were around into my mid-teens.  My mamaw cried the day I got married.  When papaw asked her why, she told him that we were so young.  He then reminded her that when she was that age, she was married with a 5 year old.

___________________

To Katy

By Scott L Vannatter

7/22/85

I wasn’t there when she passed away.

I wish I had been so that just one more time

I could tell her I love her.

She had treated me as her own, giving me all

and asking none.  I feel so selfish sometimes when

I think of that, and it hurts.

She leaves behind a great-uncle, someone who

will miss her most of all

and that hurts, too.

Death seems a random dictator

commanding an audience long before

all are ready.

I see the pain all around the parlor

and think why? She doesn’t hurt why should we?

Then I miss her smile again and once more I hurt.

The cemetery does not look so uninviting.

The air is clear and fresh and the flowers show

that life goes on for most if not for all.

They’ve dug the wrong plot?  Well, we’re all

human, and you know she would have been the first to laugh,

“Going out in style,” she would’ve said.

You make me angry leaving like this, unannounced.

But the hurt overcomes the anger,

and the love overcomes the hurt.

You can’t bury memories and so the love goes on.

I will miss you

but I will not forget.

_____________________________

Namaste,

Scott

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