richard (sean) scarbrough (james)
Biography of richard (sean) scarbrough (james)
50 year old male married and living in N.M. founder of Poetry in Motion in Artesia N.M. Have some poems published still working on the the books
richard (sean) scarbrough (james)'s Works:
richard (sean) scarbrough (james) Poems
I Made A Friend Today
I made a friend today she's as pretty as can be, Her name I don't remember, she is a friend to me. She doesn't have to pretty or do hefty deeds, As long as she listens to my poems, a friend indeed.
When A Cat Loves You!
When a cat loves you it will: nip at your hand, (it thinks you are food, next meal man.) When a cat loves you it will: bring you mice, (it is trying to fatten you up, ain't that nice?)
A Kitty Cat Heaven
When a cat dies and it goes up to heaven, What about the two lives plus seven? (A hard way to rhyme but you see, I had trouble with heaven so let it be)
Don'T Read Under The Covers
Don't read under the covers if you are all alone, but most importantly don't answer the phone. Turn all the lights on in the house, and please be as quiet as a little bitty mouse.
You are there no matter what and hold my hand. You do it quietly, no five piece band. A look or a touch so small and tender, Sometimes that is all I can seem to remember.
A New Year Is Coming
A new year is coming, let's hide and lock the doors, Put the car keys in the safe underneath the floors. Grab the children, hide them in the closet, Run to the bank and take out all our deposits.
Heart Of A Dragon
I have the heart of a dragon, for I fear noone, From the morning till night i will not run. I have the heart of a dragon, i will fight, I will fight, i will stand up for what is right.
I Live For...
I live for tomorrow of course and then some, I live to see the rising of a newborn sun. I live for the love of family and friends,
My Computer Whiz
I have a friend who knows computers really well, All they do for me is make me scream and yell. I have seen here make one sit up and beg, For me? I'd do better to fry an old egg.
Poetry As Therapy
I write when I am sad or whan I am just plain mad. I write when I have the blues or hear from Aunt Sue. I guess I write when I have something to say, So my feelings won't get in the way.
Why Oh Why! ! !
Why oh why must cows never fly, do you think they might? Why oh why do camels never cry, do they cry at night? And why oh why must pigs just live in a pigs sty? Would'nt they be more comfortable in a mud sty?
Bzzzz Goes The Phone
bzzzz goes the phone as it does in silence, what gave us the right, what license? What have we become that even our phones, must be silenced, are we never alone?
Why The 13th Poem Is Bad
Legend has it that a poem about thirteen, Will cause you to lose weight and get lean. It will take your will to live and make you mean. Your poems will all end it the same sound it seems.
Is It Fiction Or Non-Fiction?
Listen to my story and I will tell of a midnight ride, Not by Paul Revere but my great uncle who never lied. He was there on that most famous of nights, He was the one who decided on using the lights.
My Cat's Fur
My cat's fur is so soft, he'd make a wonderful glove,
I will wait until he's gone to let him show this love.
He purrs for me when he's happy and content,
I wish I knew just where it is he went.
I told him about him being a glove, just one you see.
He's not big enough for two at least not for me.
Now he's gone and I don't know where but I miss him so.
Surely he did not understand, surely he did not know.