Snapshot of Sweet Salvation by Scott Thomas Outlar

Cheers and thank you to Melanie Wolfe and Inigo Online Magazine for publishing my poem “Snapshot of Sweet Salvation” recently…

Grass stains in my mind
where I tripped through your thoughts
for a flash, for an instant,
for a moment
captured (click-click) in time.

Big hope on the wire
where birds balance their souls
with a feather, with a fire,
with a heart
fluttering (kiss-kiss) across the scales.

Rain drops through the sky
where the winter takes aim
with a shiver, with a shake,
with a dose
melting (drip-drip) on wet tongues.

War hawks on the rise
where the old gods have fallen
for a ruse, for a hoax,
for a hope
cutting (snip-snip) through illusions.

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found. His work has received nominations for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize. Scott serves as an editor for The Blue Mountain Review, Walking Is Still Honest Press, The Peregrine Muse…

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Two Poems | by Scott Thomas Outlar

Thank you to Communicators League for publishing two of my poems recently…

Communicators League

Midnight Wonder/Wander

 

Head in the clouds,

soul on the brink

of salvation and/or annihilation

at any/every moment.

The signs in the sky

appear to point out our future in space.

The signs in my mind

seek to find the path home to source.

But the signs on the street

are marketed for entirely different ends,

singing their songs about realtors

who have erected

new neighborhoods

as far as the eye can see

in this suburban wonderland

(Call Alice;

she might know

the truth by now).

Chopping down trees,

chasing deer

from their home.

Come meet me at midnight,

my friend;

we’ll stare straight

into heaven’s void together.

I too know

what it is

to roam.


Taxing the System

Rain –

soaked to the marrow,

to the soil,

to the point

past saturation.

God –

whispering the truth,

a little too loose

for the likes

of falling angels.

Roots –

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Author Scott Thomas Outlar: Platitudes toward Paradise

Cheers and thank you to Raja Williams for posting this excerpt from Happy Hour Hallelujah at the CTU Publishing site recently…

Creative Talents Unleashed

It has been said

a time or two

that the early bird

gets the worm,

so I’m up with the dawn

to dive into the dirt,

rip into the soil,

and tear apart the Earth

until I get mine.

I’ve heard it spoken

by three or thirty

that nothing is ever easy,

so I’m breathing deeply

until perfect mindfulness

completely engulfs my psyche

and I become able

to laugh at and be thankful

for every little challenge

that helps toughen my resolve

toward the enlightenment I seek.

Some people sing

about how chaos leads to order

in this experience

full of pain and pleasure,

and I couldn’t agree more,

so I raise my voice on high

with the symphony of the spheres,

praising this precious life

for all its ups and downs

as I rise and fall

in rhythm with each stage

that guides me along

toward the fate etched…

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Bright Light

Slate

Wipe me clean
without Clorox or bleach
just simple honesty

Sanitation is next to salvation
in some circles

Sacred vowels
squeak
ooh and ah
before sighing

Little spaces in the corner
dusted off
brought to surface
made to shine

Lord, help me find
the right words
to tithe

All I have
left to offer
are my dreams


The sun is fierce, and I like it. Thank you to my family and friends. Thank you to everyone who supports my work. Thank you to everyone who helps keep me inspired. Selah

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Happy Hour Hallelujah is available here through CTU Publishing

March Recap … Setting Forth

I mustn’t be held responsible for the poems that leak from my pen. They just are. It just is. It’s all in good fun, even the bits about chaos and revolution.
 
I does not necessarily refer to me. That’s part of the point of being an artist for fuck’s sake.
 
In the moment you stop taking everything so seriously, you realize just how truly important everything really is.
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I’d like to thank all the editors associated with these 17 venues for accepting and/or publishing my work in March:
 
Dissident Voice, ELSiEiSY, Medusa’s Kitchen, CTU Publishing, Piker Press, Visual Verse, Leaves of Ink, Dime Show Review, Episteme, GloMag, Tuck Magazine, Communicators League, Duane’s PoeTree, Nat’s Writings, Inigo Online, Into the Void Magazine, and Our Poetry Archive.
 
Audio from my set at the Visions of Verse event that was hosted by The Southern Collective Experience in March can be heard here on SoundCloud. That was one of the major highlights of the month, though I’ve been smiling an awful lot lately, which helps one good day run right into the next.
 
April is a time of expansion. Forward movement toward the ripened fruits of spring. There are beautiful things afoot. I wish everyone a happy, healthy, inspired, bountiful month ahead! Selah

Shining True

Bacchanalian Sundown with S’mores
 
The only person that some people
will lie to in life is themselves.
Even this
is bound to catch up sometimes.
 
Others are far more indiscriminate
with the way in which they spread their wicked wares.
But such as these
are easy to see
from three thousand miles away
with ten thousand rays of light
shining bright, shining hard, shining true.
 
They always catch themselves on fire
in the end,
and some of us
love to watch
a good flame burn.
 
So let us laugh
and dance
with wine
and marshmallows.
 
So let us sing
and weep
with tears
of honest joy.

As March grinds to a halt and April shifts into gear, I only want to say how much I care. So let us be at peace. And let us rise again with the flames. It never gets old. Selah
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Some Risks Are Well Worth Taking

Bored with the Games of Chance
 
When we all
lay our wars
upon the table,
we’re sure to see
red carnage
soon spilleth over.
 
So if you must
just
consider me a child
with a bad temper
who likes to smash the board
when games are rigged.
 
Monopoly and Risk
both leave us bankrupt
in the end;
 
now please excuse me
from this theater of terror
while I collect my dice
to go roll
through greener pastures.
 
The only bet
I’d ever feel safe
doubling down on
is that salvation
will soothe your soul
after your mind
allows grace to grow.

Stoked that my poem “The Goddess and Dostoyevsky” was posted recently at The Poet’s Haven. This piece is an excerpt from my full-length poetry collection, Happy Hour Hallelujah. Anyone who might be interested in picking up a copy of the book can do so here on my author’s page at the CTU Publishing website.
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Thank you to everyone who visits 17Numa and supports my work. Sending well-wishes out to all my friends, family, and those I’ve yet to meet but one day will.