Poems by Scott Thomas Outlar
4th & Chapel Open house prayer rooms near St. John’s cemetery each one offers a little taste of God’s flesh from different angles of perception on the globe High and flighty with the angels or six feet under carbon layers everywhere you turn in life someone is doing something or other Out and about constructing the world or laying down lazy bones like the morning cat sat up and yawning in the window and add a lion bronze or rusted proud in stone playing sentinel or cherub with fur aflame
Narrow Life offers but two options on its menu You can lament over what has been lost in the past for all your days & remain empty (half full at best) & forever starving or you can forge your way toward the future & forage for a feast that will fatten you with peace & happiness It’s all ice cream & oranges & the fine line between
Of Heavy Hands & Feet
Because (but) I don’t carry
(no [weighty] worries)
a camera
around
wherever I roam
I must immortalize
(internalize & eternalize)
all the varied
scenes of life
simply w/words
oh woe is me!
& learn to capture the mood
of a heron in hunting
underneath the bridge
as a waterfall seduces rain
from the sky in the background
& a green duck floats (blissfully/ignorantly) in the shallows
nearby
it is more beautiful than I
could ever hope to describe
(in so/too many [few] ways)
Ten chimes at the belltower
& it’s a wonderful flight
2 minutes & 56 seconds
so far w/the Wim Hof Method
& it’s an easy sigh (ready for relief/release)
Life’s a slice of carrot cake
as long as it’s made/baked
using all the righteous ingredients
to herald spice (y salvation) and good f(l)avor
& some would stalk
or poach
poor fish
in the age of Pisces
but others would carry
their pails of peace
& deliver unto the world
Aquarius in motion
I am filled w/the fervor
of Holy Spirit Vibration
& I am never alone
when capturing
snapshots of time
w/in the circle
& outer forces/blessings
of prosperity
upon our homes
& all our DNA
forever after
Dance between the blinkers
of bright lights & despair
where every single (simple) step
bears monumental consequence
About the Poet:
Scott Thomas Outlar is originally from Atlanta, Georgia. He now lives and writes in Frederick, Maryland. His work has been nominated multiple times for both the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. He guest-edited the Hope Anthology of Poetry from CultureCult Press as well as the 2019-2023 Western Voices editions of Setu Mag. He is the author of seven books, including Songs of a Dissident (2015), Abstract Visions of Light (2018), Of Sand and Sugar (2019), and Evermore (2021 – written with co-author Mihaela Melnic). Selections of his poetry have been translated and published in 14 languages. He has been a weekly contributor at Dissident Voice for the past eight and a half years. More about Outlar’s work can be found at 17Numa.com.
