Scarlett Treat

Rookie - 39 Points (1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

Scarlett Treat Poems

121. The First Time` 4/1/2009
122. Land Of Cotton 4/1/2009
123. Turn The Hands 6/9/2008
124. Ordinary Days - And Grand Occasions! 4/8/2009
125. The Trail To Insanity 6/16/2010
126. Pop 5/26/2007
127. Midtown Morning Heat 7/10/2009
128. Dreaming Awake 12/28/2007
129. Left 4/18/2008
130. Blues, The Mississippi Way! 3/10/2009
131. War Never Changes 6/23/2010
132. Only Today 2/27/2006
133. Flirting With Romance 9/22/2008
134. Full Circle 8/19/2010
135. Good Morning, Mr. Jones! 8/22/2008
136. Blood Red Rose 6/1/2007
137. Together Apart 12/28/2007
138. Mama's Kitchen, For Gypsy Gal 2/3/2006
139. Posted Just For You At Christmastime, With Love! ! 12/12/2007
140. Born Yesterday 10/28/2009
141. Poetic Friend (For Ct) 2/3/2006
142. Since Forever 2/6/2006
143. Fear 12/28/2007
144. Sticky Berry Love 6/1/2007
145. Flights Of Fancy 1/2/2008
146. The Loss Of Wonder 9/13/2008
147. Are We There Yet? 3/3/2009
148. Not Like This 5/9/2007
149. It's Finally Over! ! 8/27/2007
150. Birth, Marriage, Obituaries And Newspaper Headlines 1/25/2008
151. Blank Pages 2/23/2008
152. Walking Softly - For Darling Donall Dempsey 3/5/2008
153. Step Lightly In Ireland 3/17/2008
154. Payment Comes In All Forms 3/29/2008
155. I'Ll Cry.. For You 2/6/2006
156. Prison Bars-And Freedom! 7/7/2007
157. Shout! ! 7/17/2007
158. Delta...My Delta 2/26/2009
159. The Life Of A Flower 6/9/2008
160. If Love Comes Along 9/22/2008

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


Laid bare, stripped,
Punished by your loss.
I lie in my lonely bed
At midnight, tossing,
Twisting and turning.

I am so tangled in
My sweat-soaked sheets
That I feel trapped

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