Scarlett Treat

Rookie - 22 Points (1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

Scarlett Treat Poems

41. King - For Forty-Five Minutes! ! 8/27/2007
42. Every Breath 1/15/2008
43. On A Night Like This... 2/27/2008
44. The Grand Illusion 1/29/2008
45. My Dear Children 5/27/2008
46. Fire And Ice 6/25/2008
47. Fire In Dixie, Call The Firemen! ! 6/3/2008
48. Poetry Landscape Reclaimed 8/26/2008
49. That Day - - 12/29/2008
50. Maybe Tomorrow? 2/9/2009
51. Old Habits 1/3/2009
52. Evil Is... 2/28/2009
53. Willing Moment 3/25/2009
54. Little Black Circles 7/12/2007
55. Generations 6/1/2007
56. Cardinal Sin 5/9/2007
57. The Keeper 6/1/2007
58. Day After Day 6/23/2010
59. Union Hotel 7/20/2009
60. The Arrival 9/23/2009
61. Love Don'T Come Cheap! 4/21/2009
62. The Land Without Bridges 4/21/2009
63. Mercy Is... 2/28/2009
64. Who 3/27/2009
65. The Lonely House 12/24/2008
66. Whhhheeeeeeeeeeeee! Here I Go! ! 11/8/2008
67. Progress? ? ? ! ! 11/19/2008
68. The Call Girl 12/11/2008
69. The Fox Hunt...For Danny Reynolds 12/12/2008
70. I Thought I Had Something To Say, But 1/7/2009
71. Life Is... 9/12/2008
72. Waiting On The Other Side Of The Door 9/26/2008
73. The Survivor Left Alone 10/25/2008
74. Burning Rubber 8/7/2008
75. Life Is Short 6/14/2008
76. Treating Myself As A Lover Would 5/21/2008
77. The Red Dancing Shoes 5/26/2009
78. Give Me A Good Bar - And A Good Bartender! 5/28/2009
79. Death Of A Cougar 12/29/2009
80. Daddy's Home 10/25/2010

Comments about Scarlett Treat

  • Ernestine Northover Ernestine Northover (4/13/2008 2:35:00 AM)

    Scarlett is not only a great friend but a poet of note. Her poetry is a pleasure to read, her humour abounds, her sweetness shines through her writing and you won't be disappointed when you start to read her work. A delightful lady that I am honoured to know.

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  • Donall Dempsey Donall Dempsey (1/4/2008 8:01:00 AM)

    Well baby if I'm the're the tops. I doff my trilby to ya!

    love Donall Donall

  • Gregory Gunn (12/4/2007 11:47:00 PM)

    Southern Belle Scarlett, aka Linda, has been a staunch supporter of mine at PH for some stretch of time now (Oh, it must be nearly a year and a half) and I applaud her loyalty. Her poems possess a passionate sincerity of genuine feeling, employing an economical language easily understood; concise and to the point with absolutely no ornamental baubles attached. Yeah, short and sweet and always a treat, that's my Scarlett! And by the by folks, she just happens to be one upstanding, generous, considerate and dynamic individual who won't back down to self-admiring braggarts. Scarlett is often a mint julep on a sweltering Mississippi afternoon in July, refreshing and tasteful. Quite frankly, my dear, I am glad to have met your cyber-space acquaintance, and as a result, I doff my fedora to your slendid elegance.

    Multiple hugs and kisses,


  • Daniel Tyler (6/18/2006 2:53:00 PM)

    What a poet. A powerful, gifted writer, her work is raw and passionate like the Southern landscape she heralds from, yet always well crafted and with a lovely turn of phrase. Scarlett, many thousand miles part us, but you are a kindred spirit.

  • Anna Russell (5/1/2006 8:10:00 PM)

    Scarlett is a Treat! Pain and beauty walk hand in hand with her sultry Southern songs. And not only is her poetry a joy, she is a truly lovely woman. So I would advise all of you to read her work then send her a message - so you too can enjoy the friendship of this amazin' chick!
    Anna xxx

  • Gina Onyemaechi (4/22/2006 12:10:00 PM)

    This lady has written some real gems. Amongst my personal favourites are 'Roses in December' (a beautiful melody) , 'Seaside Song' (a rich and sensuous set of images) , and 'The Photograph' (a slice of nostalgic brilliance) . Then there's her 'I Bleed'. If you are of faint-hearted nature, then I caution you strongly not to visit it; it is a seriously high-impact, passionate portrayal of bitter pain.
    Yes, the above are fine pieces of writing indeed.
    Long live you, Scarlett!

Best Poem of Scarlett Treat


I lean myself against the
Empty, transparent windowpane,
Looking, looking.
My staring eyes watch my own image,
But it slowly becomes your face.
My uncharted breath
On the clear glass windowpane
Slowly melts rivers of water,
And my fingers draw
Your name.

My mind recoiles
from the longing thoughts.
My moist fingers are
Frigid from the connection, and
The desire for your love
Pounds in immense silent waves
Through my soul.
My heart longs for you,
And yet, I am still alone.

For Frankie, with love, from Johnnie

Read the full of Loneliness


You're always welcome
At Rosie's Bar and Grill,
In the middle of nowhere
Where the west still lives.

On a long road in Texas
Between here-and there,
A cowboy can stop in
And shake off his cares.

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