Tag Archives: Scott Bates

Poems Celebrating My Birth

My father celebrated my entrance into the world with two poems, one serious, one not.

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My Father Moved through Dooms of War

My father’s recollections of the D Day beaches influenced his poetry.

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Libertarian Conmen Want Your Fatted Calf

This Scott Bates poem captures the swagger of those who con their fellow Americans while trumpeting free enterprise and bootstrapism.

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Mother Goose’s Ecological Warnings

Scott Bates’ variation of familiar Mother Goose rhymes warn us of environmental devastation.

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Spring’s Triumph over War

In Henry Reed’s “Naming of Parts,” sexual spring wins out over a bureaucratic drill sergeant.

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Cats as Transformation Artists

This Jean Cocteau poems captures the mercurial nature of cats.

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Christmas Bird Count from Santa’s Sleigh

This joyous Scott Bates birdwatching poem imagines Santa’s Blitzen involved in Audubon’s annual tally.

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Where Are the Games of Yesteryear?

Christmas I shared “Ballad of the Games of Yesteryear” this past spring when my father temporarily lapsed into dementia. But he wrote it as a Christmas poem and so I’m posting it again as I mourn the first Christmas spent without him. Now that he is dead, the poem contains special meaning, echoing as it […]

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Letters from Mrs. Santa Claus

Two Scott Bates Christmas poems show Santa on the move, thanks to the melting of the polar ice caps.

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