I Listened

She sits down, She talks I listen.
She says.....he's not treating me right.
I say - he's not, damn.
Without questions from me - she begins to talk.

I listen

While listening I stare, I think, I can understand.
He's really not treating her right.
She listens....to me hoping I give her advice on her man.
I agree to her strong points, I continue to

Listen.

I paint a picture of her in my mind, knowing all the things that tick her off
And the things that makes her day.

I listened.

While listening I learned that she likes to be kissed,
She likes attention.
She also loves football.

I listened to all of his downfalls.

I began to give her the attention she longed for,
I changed the channel to ESPN,
I kissed her on her forehead
I reminded her of the things that made her day.

She smiled and leaves, feeling fulfilled.

I Listened
........and she'll be back to talk.


(This poem felt so good to write...it's also a throwback it's one of my older poems from '06. Be quick to hear....slow to speak...and slow to anger...quick to hear.)

Poem by Nicholas "Redd" Scott Sr.

....inside of Mona Lisa's Frame.

This is a new piece (July 2010). I didn't have a title for this one until the end. Enjoy.

She is like the air I breath
She is parallel to God
She is what I believe

Like life, she flows through
my veins.
Bright like the Sun - Warmth
And nutritious like the rain. ahhh

She is earth -
Her garden is the only place
my seeds will grow.
A secret Garden -
Her location is only for me, to know.

Her kiss leaves me in a place of
bliss. Imagine that.
Her only wish is to receive a honest,
Kiss, right back.

If I had to paint a picture,
she would be the inspiration
from which the art
came.
And up completion
The piece should be fitted inside of Mona Lisa's Frame.

Poem by Nicholas "Redd" Scott Sr.

Hand Picked Music Selection: One and Only Everett James