yeswecanbe Poetry (9)

A poet draws inspiration from just about anything
And who knows what type of poem it will bring
The words that will be written may make you smile or make make you cry
They may may make you say lets start over instead of goodby

I for one never know what the next line will be
But I do know they will be words that come from me
I never want to use words someone has said before
I want to say welcome as I hold open the door

Sometimes I look into the eyes of someone I may never know
But something stirs and in my words it began,s to show
I guess it words I would say if I were at your side
Maybe its words you,ve heard before but he lied

Im smiling now as I wonder how this little poem will end
A little chuckle as I relize I didnt know how it would begin
If you know what the ending should be please feel free
Sometimes a poet needs a little push and thats whats happen to me

Should you ever feel like you are all alone
As if everyone on the planet is gone
Theres on one left to talk to
Email me and we,ll see what we can do

If you ever feel theres no one to hold your hand
I,ll try to make you understand
Lifes as beautiful as a rose
Beware of the thorns as you pull it to your nose

We can talk about your dreams we all have them you know
They can become reality if given the chance to grow
Im here to listen if you need
And if its a push I can do that and Ill wish you God speed

I can listen to the good as well as the bad
I can listen to the happy as well as the sad
So if you ever feel theres no one and nothing you can do
Email me and we,ll see what we can do

Hello she said with a beautiful smile
Ill be your nurse at least for a while
She reached over and brushed the hair from my face and wiped away the tears
Dont be afraid honey Ive been doing this for years

You,ve been with us for a few days yet I know none of it you are able to recall
So if you have any questions Ill try to answer them all
You were wounded in a battle that was fought in the night
Somehow your enemy got in and tried to destroy everything in sight

Dont shed tears for your brothers for they all made it through
The worst that happened happened to you
They didnt think you were going to make it when they brought you in
Thats why Ive come to see that you live again

Ill remain at your side till you need me no more
Now you must relax sleep a little you have a great future in store
You are in good hands and you have done your best
You saved them all when you covered the gernade with your chest

Sarge screamed the young man as he tried to sit upright
Wheres the nurse the one that held my hand last night
There are no nurses son yet they both could not denie the sweet lingering smell
But there are angles and someday this story we both will tell

Last night I saw a rainbow in the sky
Please dont ask me how or why
I know they can only be seen during the day
But I saw one what can I say

There were stars sliding down the colors I was able to see
I was amazed the brighest stars were shinning for me
I wondered if I was the luckiest guy in the world
But I knew I wasnt cause I had just lost my girl

Then I thought maybe the angles were just giving me a show
Telling me love does exsist it just needs time to grow
As I wiped my eyes the rainbow disappears
I then relized the colors were me looking through my tears

I picked up the phone and said one last chance please
I reached for the chair for I felt weak in the knees
My heart felt like it would break when I heard her say
Ill be home soon my darling I could never stay away

Last night I looked up at the stars and saw one winking back at me
I thought of you and how lucky some man must be
Then I smiled and thought Im lucky to
Cause I got a chance to meet you
And I dont care what anyone has to say
Love is no good if you dont give it away
As you go through your day be happy,smile
Ill be thing of you all the while

Theres this girl that lives out west
She reads my poems and tells me they,re the best
That brings to my lips a smile
And makes it all worth while

Reading her comments makes me want to write
It also causes me to sleep a little better at night
For just to know she has taken the time
I search for words that will rhyme

To say thanks is the least I can do
Like Johnny maybe someday Ill write a poem about you
Dont know what it will be about
But Ill keep writing and maybe someday youll find out

If I were a poet I would write about love
And yea Im sure I would say something about the man above
I would write about children and the funny things they do
And yea I would squeeze in the old folks to

I would write of things people only dream about
And yea I would leave you in doubt
After all I can only live the life I live
And yea at times I would find it hard to forgive

But you know what after it all I still stand tall
And yea I have a few years that if you pushed I may fall
I would forgive you for Ive learned of greater times I will see
And yea these are just a few words of wisdom from a poet yet to be

To all who read my poetry there is nothing to hide
you can only write what you feel inside
You bring it to surface with pen in hand
And you hope all will understand

Maybe it will cause old flames to reunite
A poet does not have fore sight
His words are written and he passes then on
He hopes they will touch a heart before they are gone

Just maybe the words are written that you were unable to find
It doesnt mean they werent on your mind
Read the words and speak with your heart
Dont look for the end but a place to start

If that happens then my job is done
And I say this to each and everyone
Theres time to speak with you head and a time to speak from the heart
There is no end only a new place to start

I was standing in a small bar in the town of Hemingway
Wasnt listen much to what anyone had to say
Things got quit and I slowly turned around
Next to where I was standing this old man sat down

With a beckon he motion us all to where he sat
And with a trembling old hand he removed his hat
He took a swallow out of the bottle that had been sat within reach
And with a voice soft and low he began his speech

Gentlemen he said ther,re was once a young man that lived in this town
He was probably the most respected man around
Johnny was the young mans name
But after the war he was never the same

His medals were many and he received them right from the start
He received the medal of Honor and the Purple Heart
But Johnny never wanted medals for the deeds he had done
He felt that medals should be pinned on everyone

They gave Johnny an honorable discharge after the war was all through
But shooting and killing was all that he knew
So he came back here to live his life out on his fathers farm
And he prayed that never again would he do anyone harm

But Johnny would have dreams of war at night
Time and time again for his life he would have to fight
Then one night he strangled his dad while in his tortured sleep
Johnny awoke relized what he had done and began to weep

I watched as the old timmer stood and walked away
I felt if there was more that he wanted to say
I ask the old man behind the bar and stood waiting for a reply
He looked at me with sparkling eyes and said Johnnys never been known to lie