Scott Ransopher
Scott Ransopher Poems
Her friend's long skirt makes plumes across the sand;
She lies here listening to the whispering sea
That sends its ancient answers far inland,
And tries to pull their meanings into her.
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People surround him, yet he's still alone.
He enjoys the dark, but he fears the light.
He once was warm, now he's cold to the bone
How can he possibly survive this night?
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Yesterday her black hair flew with the wind
Her beauty he could not have just ignored
But her love he could not possibly win
He fears his heart could be sliced by a sword
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Her costume sparkles as she waits to win
The music begins loud and very fast
She dances with a high kick and a spin
The look her face shows she's having a blast
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Clouds lazily float
Like piles of driftwood looking
For a resting place.
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Someone's hand through these long lonely years,
Can you see this heart that's torn inside?
It is filled, it's a cup full of tears.
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Songbird flies upon dissolving, white clouds,
Climbing and descending- windward, she sings,
Guided by moonlight when the pale night shrouds,
She flees from Fall's presence, and waits for Spring's.
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From keep of stolid dark, a lawless knife
Dislodged reclusive shadows from the room,
Pried hapless calm and vexed day seeds to life;
Faint ends of yesterday, new, coarsely rued.
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Labor not to be rich in goods below,
For who can grow in wisdom of his own?
And seek not that which men on you bestow
Of fortune, fame, and beauty they have sown.
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Should he write like Robert Frost?
He searches within his heart
Looking hard for talent lost
Which might incite a start
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Spring
Ice melts. Pods explode seeds
Robins dine on Spring's larder.
Faith reaffirmed.
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Scott Ransopher Biography
[b.] September 25,1974, Tempe, AZ; [p.] Mr. Phil and Barbara K. Ransopher; [ed.] Bachelor of Arts in English Language and Lit.; [occ.] library assistant, writer, editor; [memb.] Yahoo Groups: Appreciating Poetry owner, Erotica Gallery owner, Ex BBC Poetry Group moderator, AATNAANPT An All Totally New An All New Poetry Thread, Adult Amatuer sic Writers Emporium; [hon.] November 19,2010 Poetic Skies Poem Of The Week Her Love Has A Cold Wet Nose, May 15,2015, First weekly winner for Fortune Poets group A Soldier's Fortune,2015 Poet of the year for Fortune Poets; [pers.] I write what I see in my mind, what I feel in my heart, and what I know in my soul; [a.] Garland, TX)
The Best Poem Of Scott Ransopher
Sea Shells
Her friend's long skirt makes plumes across the sand;
She lies here listening to the whispering sea
That sends its ancient answers far inland,
And tries to pull their meanings into her.
Elizabeth is bending near the shore;
She hums an aria from La Boheme
And is content to quietly explore,
Becomes all air and sunlight, hair to hem.
They've known each other long, full forty years;
They share the bonds of widowhood, the ache
Of bone-deep loss, of lonely nights and tears,
And rare compassion for each other's sake.
Where lives a friend like she whose laughter bells,
Who gives to her such pretty little shells?
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