Scott Stanley Davis
Biography of Scott Stanley Davis
I feel to started writing poems it was so strange and goodness many liked them so? here I am: Then I had a stroke, I almost died but did recover from it totally, so I decided with the time I have left to continue what started is these Poems.. Scott Stanley Davis..
Scott Stanley Davis Poems
I have a granddaughter and to my surprise, she has been right there by my side; The first time I cared for her, she lifted her head, and looked for her mother, but I was there instead; When all others went out to play; she would look for me that day, and say I want to be with you okay? She helped me plant, flowers and plants and even built me a house for my ants; I taught her how to dance and dance, and boy could she just prance and prance,
I wanted to write a poem of someone, but it had to wait because I wanted to communicate it and get it straight; I did not wish to underrate it, but to demonstrate that I wanted to create it:
What is it about rain that is in the night, for you cannot see the clouds without sunlight; as you sleep on a soft bed with covers over your head, but there it is a drip drop instead; It does not interfere with the atmosphere, this I know is so clear; As you rest on a your bed, then must wake up to close the window, as it rains on the weeping willow and not on your pillow you just fled.
Why Do I Fall In Love?
Why do I fall in love with the wrong person? is there any light to show me tonight; when they shove me around, like a O'glove they just found. I want to just bury my head and never show it above the ground;
There is a social worker, who has a name that I do proclaim and I'm not ashamed and in my mind she is so acclaimed. Her name is Lacy, she is not racy nor Stacy and will never be Tracy. She is not a little bird so don't you be absurd because I overheard she can be Chauffeured, even if she is only third.
I had an event that was really bad and I felt really sad, So I got a ride and was so teary eyed to the hospital called Mercy; I met several nurses who all were kind, but one I was assigned. Her name was Laura, who has such a aura that is only seen in the Torah;
My mother has a nickname, and unlike many others its uncluttered and as smooth as butter, and as I say this in a poetic way, a Lady I was about to say. How do you put into words today, someone who has cared for you in a heavenly way; as she wipes your nose and cleaned burp off your clothes:
This is Shirley she is very girlie and a mother of one; She has been a nurse for many years in this Universe and graduated from her class as first; As a nurse she has worked many hours missing lunches but never missing many punches.
When I was a young man, I had a dream of a baby girl, as she was sitting on a couch, with hair that was thick and black as a barbecue rack, it was shoulder length and that was a fact; she was two as I saw her and soon after I learned from her mother that she was expecting another, for we already had a son and that was her brother;
An Armenian Pearl, A man I am going to critique, he is not a greek and not from Mozambique, he is a man soft spoken and kind and surreal, is he for real? I can tell you this for sure, so lets give this a grand tour. I will not tell you about all his struggles or even his troubles, because this is all so common even among all his cousins.
I spoke to her from a phone, I text her from my home, I posted on facebook, and I am not alone; then I decided to recite her a poem of sweetness and light; even though I don't really know her despite; loved by all that knows her, and her family they so adores her.
In The Arms Of Love
There abides nothing so sweeter, that can never be measured in a meter, than a love that sweeps you off your feet, and floats you above the streets, A love among a man and a woman, when both have gone through a few years of blood, and from sweat and from tears?
I've looked into this word, that everyone has heard, a five letter word, that has no equivalent; and is so magnificent and used as a divine instrument. Mercy is a feeling that motivates compassion, a disposition to be kind and forgiving; its a definition that is sometimes seen in a combat mission, and in very bad conditions; This can be with a pass