He looked up
Past his nose
Past his master's raised whip
Past his housetop
Past the gold trees in the yard
Beyond his master's housetop
Beyond the multicolored hills
Beyond the white tipped mountains
Past the sporadic puff balls in the sky
To the darkness that lies above
There his sight stopped
And gazed upon the white flecks
That populated the expansive blackness
How he wished it was like that here
Published by Scott Bauer
Novelist, poet, and an average guy who has happened to have done more than most. Now taking the time to figure out just what I have done and why... View profile
Beautiful PoemI had on new clothes,
New sneakers on my feet.
I was there for class on time,
Went to the back and took my seat.
The Ring's Mystery"He was my friend at work
a Buddhist man named Dave.
We had no contact otherwhere,
he lived too far away."
"All that changed in just one flash,
it changed everything.
So...- My Babies Are Growing UpThe other day, my eldest son lost his first baby tooth and I came to a bittersweet realization... my babies are growing up. There - I said it, and that makes it all the more real. My babies are growing up and there's...
- Don't Forget to Remember ThePast (National Poetry Month, Poem About the 1980's) (W...A passenger boards a train to... (National Poetry Month, Poem about the 1980's)
- 'TWAS the NIGHT BEFORE BIRTHMAS - a Fun PoemA great classic poem with a twist, the Birthmas, a Birthday during Christmas. When someone becomes selfish, they get carried away during the holidays, as does this little lady during 'Twas the Night Before Birthmas.
- "A Christmas Poem" and "My Christmas Story"
- An Armed Forced Christmas Poem
- Valentine's Day Prayer and Poem for Those with Broken Hearts
- Tired of Everybody's Face, Poem
- My Process of Analyzing Rita Dove's Poem Blues in Half-Tones, 3/4 Time
- The Making of a Sociopath
- A E Houseman (Response to His Poem)
