Scarlett Treat

Rookie (1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

Scarlett Treat Poems

1. A Tribute To Tough Old Broads 2/1/2006
2. Loneliness 9/8/2006
3. Aaarrrggh! ! 3/2/2007
4. Running, Running, Running 5/10/2006
5. Alone, By Choice 7/7/2007
6. Candy Store Window 2/6/2006
7. I Bleed 2/22/2006
8. Cages, Prisons, And Other Forms Of Capture 5/29/2007
9. Agony 1/27/2006
10. An American Death, Revised 8/18/2006
11. Still Night 3/6/2008
12. Motherhood-Mother's Day,2006 5/4/2006
13. Another Life 8/27/2006
14. Silent No More 4/18/2006
15. Catch Me - If You Can 2/18/2006
16. Goodbye (Revised) 7/10/2007
17. An American Death,2nd Revision 8/20/2006
18. Bits And Pieces, Or Falling Apart After Sixty! ! 1/30/2006
19. Wednesday Never Came (For September 11th Victims) 9/10/2006
20. The Innocents, Co-Writer Ron Dragano 6/26/2006
21. An Alice-In-Wonderland Poem 6/30/2007
22. Angie's Beach (For Ask) 4/24/2008
23. About Being A Wound-Binder 5/21/2008
24. Fighting Aging 6/20/2006
25. Calling Me Home 4/14/2007
26. I Am Beautiful! 12/29/2007
27. Wasted Shadow 9/16/2006
28. Little People 2/18/2006
29. A Sixty-Something Life 7/7/2007
30. After The Storm 7/12/2007
31. If The World Should Go Away 2/6/2006
32. Subway Silence, Revised 3/21/2007
33. The Secret Of Poemhunter's Scene 2/20/2008
34. Tumbleweeds 7/11/2007
35. Scarlet Leaf 10/20/2007
36. Silent No More, Revised And Rededicated 5/6/2006
37. Dream Lover 5/10/2006
38. Two Becoming One 12/2/2006
39. A Southern Narrative 1/6/2010
40. City Of Light 1/27/2006
Best Poem of Scarlett Treat

A Tribute To Tough Old Broads

I'm wearing PUR-PLE!
I'm wearing PUR-PLE!
Ha-Ha, Ha-Ha!
I've Kicked over the traces,
And I'm running amuck.

I've decided that purple and red
Are just the colors for me
To wear
On my head,
And if my shirt matches, so what? ?

If you can't handle it,
Then just look the other way
Cause I'm wearing purple
For the rest of the day! !

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Trips Of The Mind

In my mind trips, I traveled
The shape of your body at least
A thousand times, until I knew
Each contour,
Each curve, each line.

In my heart's journey, I roamed
As freely as the wind blows,
Covering the surface of you,
Blowing into each crack and crevice
Until I became you.

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