7/28/2019 Submission for Fifth Annual Poetry Contest

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Beau Scott 1

170 W Walnut St.

Stephenville, TX, 76401

210-557-2625

beaualanscott@gmail.com

A Brief Biographical Note

I am Beau Scott; A 24 year old veteran, full time student, and loving father. Nowadays Ispend my time studying and investing for mine and my sons future. Though I shunned educationin the past, I am currently planning my life around it. My self-serving dream is to spend the rest

of my life learning, experiencing, and sharing life through the literary arts. I am a single father

and my son is a great inspiration to me. It could be said that I study languages, but I think its

more accurate to say I study perspectives. I hope you find something original and worthwhile in

the perspectives portrayed by my poems.

Interwebs

Click the rectangleSee the universe completeBut never touch it

Bungee

Planted firm on the soaring precipice of fear

A voice was counting at me,

FIVE!Looking past my restraints I saw you in that river below the clouds.

FOUR!

My hands were shaking; my spine screamed your name,

Begging, pleading good sense.THREE!

That grim faced reaper silenced me with his eyes,

Two slaves of fear squirmed about his sockets.TWO!

he.. demanded..stillness..................................................

So for lifes sake I dove screaming!WON!!!!!!!!

And flew unblinking through his gaze,

Past his reach,

And I was bigger than death,-So forgive me my daily risks.

7/28/2019 Submission for Fifth Annual Poetry Contest

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Scorching Kiss

Scorching kiss frothy milk chocolate

Tastes like falling from a high placeA dark abyss welcomes the shattered

Like swallowing a hard truthWhen your god falls from graceAnd you are lonesome as atheistic death

Stupid Fire

Stupid fire,

Raging hot and red,

Pushing, hissing, chasing

The ever retreating ice,

Indefatigable you war away

As determined and restless as timeYour relentless invasion penetrates

Steady and unchallenged

At last!

Victory!

Power and triumph!

Sweet resolution!

The ice is no more!

All that remains now is hot water

Stupid fire.

Sundays

When you cried for pain, I laughed,

When you cried for extra, I sneered.

When you defied me and cried at my insistence

I taught you that tears only do more harm.

And now I have to leave you, and you choke and spit,

Trying so hard to stifle your sobs,

Lowered to engage you, my dry eyes search

For a way to explain how whats wrong can be right

-Contradiction destination love infinity-

Hopeless silence overwhelms me,

And while I drive away

I find myself praying

That there is much more of you than me

And I curse my dry eyes,

And I miss you.

Beyond all,

I miss you.