Douglas Arlen Scribner

Gaithersburg

Doug wrote his first poem about fifteen years ago. He was inspired by his deep love for his father. Doug writes a great deal of his poetry for his wife and five children. He also writes inspirational poems, and for close friends. Doug has been published in several anthologies, including several for The National Library of Poetry. Doug's hobbies include creating beautiful Bonsai trees, sculpting, and inventing different useful gadgets. He has also written a short story, and a children's story. Doug believes that "poetry is music to the heart, and a gift to the heart, and a gift to the soul."


The Last Strike

Would you steal from my heart all that I have,
With desperate words of hope
If there is fault, it is I
If there is reason, it is mine
If I cut and torcher, I suffer the
pain of demons too deep to be seen
But they rise with no warning to defeat me
I shall destroy them
Chains fordged by time are not easily
broken, but do become weaker with age
My strength is nearly gone
Let my last strike break all that
I have become
So her heart can love again.

Do You Know Me

Did you se me Lord when I was small?
Did you hear me Lord when I would call?
Did you know right from the very start,
of good or bad in each man's heart?
Did you know which way my life would go, from child to man
Did you watch me grow?
Did you guide my steps in everyway,
To take me through the hardest day?
Did you give me strength to know what's right?
Did you feel my pain in a sleepless night?
Did you know my soul would come to you,
When I make my final bid?
So I can hear the words from You,
"My Son, You Know I Did!"

Daddy's Heart

There are six big parts to Daddy's heart,
Cheryl's one and she's my wife,
The one I choose to go through life.
And then there's John, my oldest son,
handsome and strong, and he's number one.
And then there's Bobby, next in line,
my eyes are his, and his are mine
And there's my Tony, so much love,
his eyes are blue as skies above.
And Dad's old Bam Bam, is what I say,
when me and Vince begin to play.
And after that it's Mara Christine,
her laughter fills my heart,
'Cause she has had me wrapped around
her finger from the start.
So when you read these words above,
You'll know you have a part,
'Cause there's a place for all of you
inside of Daddy's heart!


All poems Copyright © 1997 Douglas Arlen Scribner. All rights reserved.