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I was born in South Carolina where all of my daddy's family lived and when my daddy went into the Navy, we moved to Georgia where all of my Mama's family lived. Most of my growing up years were spent in Georgia and I call it my home state ... by choice. When I was nineteen, I joined the USAF and that is where I met the man who became my husband. We had seven children. One birth was a set of twin girls. The first twin, Teresa only lived for about three hours after her birth and the other twin was killed at the age of eleven by a drunk driver. I have eleven grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren. My husband passed away and I have never remarried. Some of my favorite things to do is to write poetry, travel and communicate with others on my computer. I am a fan of the Atlanta Braves baseball team and two of my favorite programs on the TV are Desperate Housewives and Survivor. Two of my favorite movies are The Good Earth and Gone With The Wind. Two people I admire are Mother Teresa and Gandhi.
circles may fall
like squares at play
landing into puddles
on the road to man-do-lay
where flowers die
in a strange time
and clocks do not tick
without glasses of wine
giving blissful silence
from all the voices
mocking the senses
creating many choices
watching sunflowers bloom
with yellow and golden brown
surviving in the sunshine
withering in frozen ground
and once upon a time
it will come to be
beneath blue lines
where some may not see
until too late
but that is okay
enjoy each journey
on the road to man-do-lay
© April 16, 2007 Maggie Lee Scott[Table of Contents] A Connoisseur With A Pen, AMIAS Amias Come, meet, a remarkable woman Only, writing in truth, from within Nothing, escapes, her eyes, her heart or her mind Needing, to express, with her eloquent way Oblivious, to the marvelous talent, wielded, by her pen Incensed, at injustice, toward any human being Singing, songs of encouragement to the oppressed Smiling, as she knows, when her words are understood Educating all, with her knowledge of life Understanding, that peace starts, from the heart Reassuring, the silent ones, their voice is being heard Writing in a self-educated, beautiful way Inviting all, to examine and express themselves Talking and communication is her joy Hoping for and seeing, a sisterhood of women Amias, is her chosen, name Passion, is with her for helping, however, she can Ever prepared, to come to another’s aid Not caring, for her own needs, at times Alive and breathing, in her every word Making a difference, in the life, of all who read her Investing, her heart, time and energy Amias will always be remembered Singing, with her voice of freedom, in all she ever wrote. © 13 October 2001 Maggie Lee Scott[Table of Contents] A Woman’s Song For years, deep within the green forest There stood, a very strong oak tree Standing, straight and stately tall Beckoning, all to come and see Many people, happily visited her Found comfort, beneath her shade They enjoyed, the sweet nourishment From the acorns, the tree had made She stood firm against the cold winds With pride, her branches only swayed While weaker trees, standing around her Caved in to the elements, and broke away She was worshiped, with admiration By everyone passing within her reach Many took the time, to pause beneath her Eating, the acorns that fell at her feet The years passed too quickly, and alas Acorns falling to the ground, were few Soon, the visitors stopped coming to see her And her branches, stopped yielding to the dew Disease attacked, weakening her branches They fell, like snow falls to the ground Soon, there was only a rotting stump left At the place, where the tree was found Beneath the soil, her roots were still alive And she struggled, to tell this to the world That had once enjoyed her sweet bounties Her voice, only reached a neighboring squirrel Then, she remembered, with newfound joy The times, she had been swollen with pride Some of the acorns that fell from her tree Were taken, by squirrels, to bury and hide From a distance, the sad decaying old tree Saw her babies, from seeds, come back alive And the new trees, even out of her reach Gave her, a new sense of peace and pride It no longer mattered, if she had visitors To the place, where she once stood strong Her seeds, were slowly growing, into trees Within her mind, she would never be alone Now, she sat living within, pondering life How, the cycles never stop revolving, or end As with mother nature, and all that lives… So it is, with the existence of women and men © 1/19/2002 Maggie Lee Scott[Table of Contents] Beat the Drum Slowly Wheels of emotion When set into motion Creates a force Stronger than locomotion Skin the color Of sun-toasted wheat Awakens the senses As humanities meet Bursting with discovery Beyond body and mind Very seldom encountered By any human kind As the law of the jungle Observes the flight of a bee Drawn to the nectar of a flower Sweet and free Giving in surrender With no darkness there Awaiting the new dawn Living without a care © 1/26/2007 Maggie Lee Scott[Table of Contents] Blessed Moisture Drowning in a desert Shifting dry tears Blinding the eyes Behind so many fears In the middle of no where Sweet passion did arrive Giving nourishment to the dead Helping one to survive Stopping the hands of time Without having to pretend Emerged two spirits Beginning without end Sating a thirsty soul Alone for so many years Opening new doorways Closed by false fears © 2006 Maggie Lee Scott[Table of Contents] Dust In The Wind Do not weep for me When I am finally gone Sick and tired of fighting This hard battle all alone Being torn into tiny pieces Watching loved ones survive Too busy to even notice I was barely alive Just listening to sounds Of different voices With so many excuses For various choices Making me realize It really is ok For me to take leave While loved ones stay Fighting their battles Struggling to survive The way I once did When I was alive ... © 2007 Maggie Lee Scott[Table of Contents] Poetic Blues Picking with a pen Painting thru ages Burned deep within Tales full of pain Straight from the Delta Where life plays a game Making many gaze Searching over images Rolling past days Bleeding in mind Hearts black and blue Captives of mankind Mysteries removed veil Exposing the horrors Behind a living hell Voices screaming to you Rarely ever heard Expounding what is true History with a fuse Straight from the soil Buried in Delta Blues © 3/2006 Maggie Lee Scott[Table of Contents] Scenic Route If unable to add Desire not to subtract Or destroy happiness By a single act Withdrawal is necessary As time grows old Emotional upheavals Tears at the soul So, forgive any absence In the coming year And please excuse The falling of a tear Upon sweet memories Buried within a heart Always and forever Together or apart Remember the journey Of a heart which was true And whose destinations end Always led back to you © 1/1/2007 Maggie Lee Scott[Table of Contents] Still Away Visions of sugarplums Dancing in the head Is not always seen By every child in their bed In the hours of the night Listening to adults Argue and fight Causing nightmares Horrible to the sight In the hours of the night Wondering so many times In a place called home How can it be so crowded And one feels so all alone In the hours of the night Anger carried deep inside Eyes can not envision What the mind does hide Causing dark depression In the hours of the night Some students stumble Not believing the Golden Rule Teachers give bad grades Children feel like a fool In the hours of the night Childhood is not easy All children do not laugh and play Burdened by adult sins Causing them to always pray In the hours of the night Abusers cause such misery For the actions they do Breaking a small heart For promises which never come true In the hours of the night Childhood should be carefree Without living in a state of fear Suppressed hatred will surface When anyone comes near In the hours of the night © 2007 Maggie Lee Scott[Table of Contents] Strong Enough To Bend Only the strong Can easily bend When confronted by Scattered expected wind Bringing no fear Of damaging force Grounded well enough To change course Making the wind Circle all around While strength prevails Making no sound Amused while watching A wind blast Giving it room Knowing it’s past Huffing and puffing Movements are unsure Wherever it blows Strength can endure Understanding that all things Will come to an end Only the strong Can easily bend © Rev’d 7/20/2004 Maggie Lee Scott[Table of Contents] What Price Oil The oil fields in Iraq In so many people’s belief Is being exchanged for the troops Precious blood and also grief Thousands sent from their homes Their husbands, children and wives To invade a foreign land Where many will lose their lives Because the voice of the people Is not heard here any more As the leader of our country Is tired of waiting for war So, he spreads lies and fear About the freedom of our soil When the truth of what he desires Is to capture the Iraq oil There were no WMD No chemicals anywhere So, where is the horrible threat He said was waiting for us there Look at weeping women and children The wounded and those who did die And ask yourself this question Isn’t the price of this oil too high? © 7/19/2004 Maggie Lee Scott |
