I have so many interests. I write poetry about nature so I love exploring nature. I have animal friends where I can teach children about animals of the world. I love cooking and of course I love helping others in many ways. I used to teach imagistic poetry in colleges, schools, and poet conventions. I love video games and pc games and family. I have the greatest on-line and offline families, so loved by the world, who are my greatest inspiration.
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THE WOLVES ARE CALLING ME
I hear the wolves calling to me,
Knowing my time is not yet.
Their howls drift on the gentle breeze.
They are God’s messengers of eternal bliss.
I reach to partake of their sacred serenade.
My tender ears are not harmed by the sound.
My Father is bidding me, "Good Night."
He makes me feel no fear in my heart.
I hear the predators hunting in the valley below,
Their voices bounce off the walls of rock,
But the wolves’ soothing call assures me,
My future holds on spiritual rest.
Their prowess is strong on their journey,
Giving me the strength I need,
On the pathway of sickness and peril.
The wolves’ call will continue to content.
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2004
The Wolves Are Calling Me
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I'd like to meet:
I am a Christian Professional Poet, who writes for the world. I write many genres though and people ask for so many different kinds of poems needed. I love all especially spiritual people, who live and breath in the spirit, giving a lighted flame with love and dedication like My RevBrenny and all my friends, and my Pogo Family too, you know who you are, who have become my lighted candle in my dismal walk with my sickness lately. Thank You For Your Love, Laughter, And Your Faith Candle! Some of my friends have trouble facing me and push me away because of my sickness being fatal and I love them too, knowing that they lost someone dear to them before. No one has any guarantees but we all have a chance to make the world a better place and give our love till we reach our eternal destiny. I would like to meet anyone, who wishes to meet me or needs a poem.I love meeting people worldwide writing for many a special poem and poets of course, writers and artists I adore. I would like to meet the others needing faith as much as me and those who just need someone to listen to them and help. I love all people and all good things I guess. I have many children too worldwide some 7 years. On-line I love helping people and I am very spiritual and truly love spiritual people, who truly are a blessing to others.
WE NEED A FRIEND'S HAND
Life has a way of changing us,
Our spirit becomes weaker.
It is when we cling to the beliefs,
We hold dear to our hearts.
When our strength begins to wane,
We need a friend’s hand to hold us strong,
Losing our way in the torrential storm,
To hold us close despite emotional affliction.
Lost in the cycle of hopelessness,
We push away those we love,
Afraid to accept another relationship in our life.
We stand feeble in our journey alone.
We need a friend’s hand on this journey,
Passing the bridge of dismay,
Taking the difficult walk together,
Their gentle hand clasped in ours.
We can walk this perilous road,
Despite our differences
To a better tomorrow,
Leaving our troubles in the spiritual light.
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2007
A LIGHT FROM BEYOND
To mine eyes, came a light from beyond.
It reached though the densest fog.
Its fingers carried a healing bond,
Sweeping away clouded skies.
To mine being, a new sun birthed in my day.
All blight disappeared in this blessed illumination.
An iridescent rainbow became the ultimate display,
As a light from beyond shone bright.
To mine heart, a warming incandescence spread.
A light from beyond cleared away the shadows.
Divine sanction bestowed from the Father’s heart, led.
Leaving my entire future a spiritual elation.
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2003
A Light From Beyond
Tandi, my adopted sis died of breast cancer in 2001, a beautiful poet and loving big sis. I dedicate this to her. She helped me expand my writing to new avenues. Forever My Big Sis I will think of you and feel such sorrow till we meet again.
EVERY SUNSET
Every sunset will have your face emblazoned
Fading away on entrance to night, love horizoned.
My heart will ache till the light again arrives.
In the morning first rays of sun brings another surprise.
Giving its orders to the new day,
For second your face is again on display.
A refreshing shower lends it succulent moisture to the starving ground.
Once it leaves on a rainbow your face can be found.
Once it sinks back into the cloud whence came.
I hear the wind hollering your precious name.
On the wings of an eagle somewhere above every tree.
Your beauty will again show, I hope to someday to see.
Every sunset will have your face emblazoned
Fading away on entrance to night, love horizoned.
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2001
Bouquet Of Verse
MySpace Graphics & MySpace CodesFavorite Quote: We must all walk in His spiritual light, hearing His voice, blessing us and believe with all our heart.
Angel Of Prose
You are an Angel of Prose
Your written word embraces many
To open our hearts with faith
Lighting the soul with its grace
You are an Angel of Prose
One of beauty and great spirit
Your strength in adversity
Is your shining armor to all
You are an Angel of Prose
Unconditional with your touch of love
Bestowing upon others all that you are
Its fire gives warmth to our coldest hour
You are an Angel of Prose
And I am truely blessed
To walk with you my sister
On this journey of my life
For you my Angel of Prose.An honor has been bestowed upon me and I am blessed to have you in my life.God Bless you Dorothy for sharing your love,friendship and strength.
You (sis) Darlene Chandler (Angelwings)
Music:
Myspace Layouts
I Love Gospel, Soft Rock, and I so love Disco, and some country older better telling my age. Used to dance before my back went out of whack.
THE ONLY HEALING
I have no miracle cure to impart.
My pen is the only healing,
It writes from my caring heart.
It’s the hope in the revealing.
I can say a prayer with sincerity and stealth,
Having faith your healing is, the outcome,
Wishing you the best of good health,
But my talent is poetry, my continual drum.
I am no magician with a magic wand to wave,
No magical dust to spread in the air,
Just a poet for the Lord not a slave,
Someone who feels for you such care.
The only healing I can bestow,
Is the love from my entire being.
My prayer with faith to sew,
Your cure, always the poetry of my seeing.
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2002
In The Light Of His Eyes
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LITTLE BY LITTLE
Little By Little, We meet in the middle.
The journey seems so far.
We cross o’er the bridges of life,
Knowing what true obstacles are.
Little By Little, We tune up fate’s fiddle,
As we tighten the strings so tight.
The pathways we venture on,
May be in darkness or the light.
Little By Little, We unravel the riddle,
Where our life has been,
Finding on the path of Christ,
Rests the faith and spiritual win.
Little By Little, We meet in the middle.
The journey seems so faraway,
But Christ leads us onward,
Watching over us each solitary day.
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2004
The Wolves Are Calling Me
Movies:
I love Disney, Action, Comedy, And heartwarming movies. Love old war movies and westerns.
Television:
Myspace Layouts
I love my CSIs and all shows with policeman and true justice.
A CHILD POET
When I was a little girl,
I knew a child poet wanted to be.
Though my hair would barely hold a curl,
My pencil recorded many things, happened to see.
In those words, I found a solace of safety.
A beauty was given to me, the Lord’s own share.
From that moment on I grew to be His poet, my destiny.
His love molded me with the greatest care.
Through hardship, He gave me hope to cling,
A purpose was given, helping others to believe.
With my poetry, I made many hearts sing,
This caring brought the world, hope to achieve.
Now an adult my chance has finally arrived,
Through my books, the Lord’s knowledge has life.
For a world of hurt I reached out for which I strived,
His words can alter another’s strife.
When I was a little girl,
I knew a child poet wanted to be.
Though my hair would barely hold a curl,
My pencil recorded many things, happened to see.
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2002
In The Light Of His Eyes
Books:
My Books I love Spiritual best Native American Stories and King James version bible.I love myspace friends creations no matter what they and think they are so talented.
I love reading many genres of writing , poetry most of all because I am poet.
A PRAYER FOR EVERY REASON
Prayer is an answer for spiritual needs,
An implore for others a better life.
In the mind this special reason seeds,
A journey beyond the invasion of strife.
There is a prayer for every reason.
Needing the special hand of Grace,
A beauty in every season,
Adorned with embroidery of future’s lace.
Prayer is a pathway to spiritual restoration,
A new birth of the soul, a thriving embryo,
Found in the fountain of spiritual gestation,
There new purpose of life is the grow.
There is a prayer for every reason,
Leading the weary to the throne of the Master,
There awaits a new season,
Eternal redemption in the hereafter.
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2002
In The Light Of His Eyes
Only The Poetical Way
Come dance with me on the poetry mile,
Place where time and space has no end.
Where old writing habits can never die.
Let’s take a journey beyond the sacred way,
Where poetical truth doesn’t lie,
Helping others to find a better life.
I don’t want to spend my last days,
Sweating over what I could have been,
Bringing those hopeless thoughts to my death bed.
Though my hands are weak and trembling,
I will continue to write the cherished scrolls,
To give others hope and faith when in need.
Others spend all their time not to better,
Wondering what they were meant to be,
Forgetting true respect of self.
Going beyond the poetical mile,
I was never meant to travel,
Lest I stumbled in infernal ashes.
Some people think poetry is a crazy gift,
Though many wants to read it,
But I say, " I can never be without the poetical way.
With my dying breath I will move you.
With a sonnet or a rhyme,
Not leave you pondering who I was,
But knowing who I always have been.
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2008
Healing With His Light
(Gift To Tonya From her Kiddos too.)
Heroes:
My heroes are God, The most, my hubby next, My Granny Weevie who stood by me so many years and I love her so much, also my muffy mom to. My hubby has stood by me and I him when he was burned and all the time. 20 years we have been married, January 3rd 2007 My greatest heroes are my two doctors, Dr. Muks, a hubby and wife team, who cared enough to keep me alive. They are the greatest and the most beautiful blessings I have ever received. They gave me more time with my family despite many trials lately and complications. My other heroes are my on-line and offline families all helping me overcome great physical and emotional obstacles. My snowbunny family, who help me keep the faith are also my heroes. I also am a disabled veteran and soldiers and veterans and their families are my heroes. I write poetry for many families with soldiers overseas.I guess you would say I love all people.
Our Prayer For Our Soldier
Hear my prayer, Dear Lord, this very day,
Watch over my sweet soldier,
In a foreign country across the ocean,
Keep him safe in every way.
When he is lonesome and blue,
Give Him a reason to smile,
Letting him know,
His family waits with love ever so true,
When my soldier is feeling ill,
Place your comforting arms about him,
Shielding his innocent body from harm,
As he is sent Your spiritual fill.
When my soldier is weary,
Let Your shoulder be his pillow,
Giving him rest from the harsh day,
As you replenish his diminished energy.
Dear Lord, Hear My Prayer For My Soldier so sweet,
Sending him thoughts of the love his family feels,
While they pray to see him,
Their loving soldier they wait to again greet.
Watch over my soldier, Dear Lord,
Warding any trials of mischief,
Keeping him safe in your haven,
Far from the fingers of terroristic discord.
In Your Name Dear Lord I pray!
Amen
Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2007
Marching To The Battle Cry
My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families
In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton
August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006
In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007
Also In Memory Of Every Warrior,
Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom
