Tag Archives: Scott Bates

If Oz Became Modern Day America

This Scott Bates poem revisits the Land of Oz and finds that modern America has broken out.

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Two Parables Involving Falling Leaves

Scott Bates and Lucille Clifton find poetic lessons in falling leaves.

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Trippin’ Out and Dreamin’ of Utopia

This psychedelic Scott Bates poem, written in 1970, dreams of a better world.

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My Father Moved through Dooms of Love

At my father’s memorial service, we read poems by e.e. cummings, Shakespeare, Jacques Prévert, and my father himself.

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Farewell to the Boy with the Golden Crown

Yesterday at my father’s memorial service I read ones of his poems about the recurrent cycle of life.

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For My Father’s Funeral, Go Out Singing

My father would have loved that his funeral service will conclude with this Jacques Prévert poem.

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My Father’s Love Song to Phoebe

For my mother’s birthday, I post a love poem written to her by my late father 67 years ago.

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The Killer Always Comes Back

This Scott Bates poem explores the dark side of those Americans that are drawn to guns and gun violence.

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In Praise of Irreverent Squirrels

This Scott Bates poem about autumn also captures his irreverence for authority.

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