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Jeff Morehead Poem
Wings Of A Butterfly
Hearts are fragile like the wings of a butterfly
They can tear with the slightest of touch
Delicately woven with such beauty
They can not endure too much
Yet give them room to fly
And they will soar through the air
Freed from the chains
Of burdens and cares
Give them love and compassion
And they will strengthen with each flight
Give them positive attention
And they will sparkle against the light
Appreciate what they have to offer
And they will return to you ten-fold
Enjoy their many colors
And the beauty that they hold
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You
You’re the sun in my sky
You’re the star I see on high
You’re the warmth in the wind
You’re the lightness that comes within
You’re the flower that shows it bloom
You’re the birds that sing their tune
You’re the butterfly of beautiful color
You’re the hummingbird with wings of flutter
You’re the spirit of a fawn
You’re the galaxy from beyond
You’re cleansing like the rain
You’re the horse that can’t be tamed
You’re the echo of the hills
You’re the heart that can only feel
You’re the day and the night
You’re the darkness and the light
You’re beyond all common thought
You’re the prize that can’t be bought
You’re everything that there is to me
You’re the beauty in all I see
You are …
You
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Open my Eyes
What’ going on in this land?
What happen to, “In justice we stand”?
These right-winged judges are making laws
Guarded by a towering wall
Have we the people lost the fight?
Lost the will to protect our rights?
We are now told when we can live, when we can die
Under government’s watchful eye
Where we can pray, where we can speak
Which God we are allow to seek
Whom we can marry, whom we can not
What kind of liberty have we got?
Why are people not accountable for the laws they make?
Why is one person allowed to determine ones fate?
What happen to the rights our fathers fought for?
What happen to the liberties gained with each war?
Am I the one lost in thinking this way?
Am I out of line with too much to say?
I think not, for I have opened my eyes
And I’m trying to do the same to you gals and guys
The freedoms of America, are being stripped away
By lawyers and judges with too much say
Stand up and demand our liberties back
Cause this great land of ours is under attack
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River Of Darkness
There is a river of darkness in my heart
And the pain runs through it like a dart
There is no release from the rain
No way to drown all the pain
Inside my mind I still can see
My life that’s gone before me
There’s no way to get it back
No way to lighten all the black
Inside this cave I feel so cold
No longer able to stand so bold
Cause when you left I fall apart
Destroying my soul and my heart
Though the choice was not your own
God decided to call you home
Though I begged for you to stay
God knew your body was in decay
Even after all this time I still feel lost
Each day I realize the cost
That the river of darkness will always flow
Consuming me and my soul
This morning I woke up to the rain
Another day of the same
A tear formed on the side of my eye
Though I tried hard not to cry
Wish I knew how to move on
Not think daily how you’re gone
But I can’t for you are all I see
In everything that is in front of me
When I look into the mirror
That fact couldn’t be any clearer
That I’m turning out to be just like you
Something I always wanted to do
To me as a child, you were the one
A perfect father to your son
Now that son misses you so
From the depths of his soul
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Quiet Storm
You’re as subtle as a southern rain,
A distant thunder crying from pain.
A delicate flower that’s turned in her bloom,
Preparing for a storm that’s brewing soon.
You’re a pebble smoothened by the tide,
Full of color yet with something to hide.
A beautiful blue bird perched in a tree,
With internal instinct to protect their seed.
You’re the wind that blows through the grain,
The sun that beats down upon the plain.
You’re complicated, complex, and torn,
A wonderful reminder of a quiet storm.
You’re everything, yet nothing at all,
For you lack the courage to try and fall.
But, oh what could be, if you’d only see,
The potential of this woman in front of me.
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Hiding Behind A Mask
Everything seems different,
In the eyes of a child.
Danger, strife, and trouble,
Are seldom ever allowed.
A rosier point of view,
Clouds what they see.
No evil can be seen,
That’s apparent to you and me.
Children live in a dream world,
Not able to see around the bend,
Easily they become targets,
Every now and then.
To thief’s of innocents,
To criminals of the soul,
And though we try to protect them,
The damage takes it toll.
Our children, the future of tomorrow,
Are forced to grow-up fast.
From strangers, family, and friends,
Who hide behind a mask.
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Lives Sudden Change
I can never get use to life's sudden change
The pieces of the puzzle getting rearranged
Life’s direction turned upside down
One minute living, the next underground
People taken from us before their time
Making no sense, reason, or rhyme
Why do the good ones always go first?
When there are so many seemingly worse
Someone explain, for I fail to understand
The senseless death of another good man
I know that death is a part of life
And no one is immune, not husband or wife
But the pain is so hard to bear
When you lose someone in which you care
Lord forgive me for these words of doubt
I’m just painfully trying to figure this out
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Favorite Toys
Matchbox cars and helicopter pads,
Airplane runways and little people lads.
Thomas the train and Dora dolls,
Remote controlled trucks and bouncing balls.
Flash cards and coloring books,
Magic sticks and fishing poles with hooks.
Rocking horse and a three wheel bike,
Racing cars and little tikes.
Don’t break the ice game and play phones,
Magic markers and Fisher price built homes.
Play dough and construction tools,
Scooters and swimming pools.
Butterfly kites and potato heads,
Twister games and Simon saids.
Mechanical robots and rubber snakes,
John Deere Traitors and gardening rakes.
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With all these toys you have to play,
Why do I have to tell you everyday?
To leave your puppy’s toys alone!
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Hills Of West Virginia
In the hills of West Virginia
That’s where you’ll find my heart
The place that I was born
The land that gave my start
In the hills of West Virginia
A family of ten made a home
Though many years have pasted
It’s still the place we roam
In the hills of West Virginia
It’s where I learned of God
The healer and protector
When things down here got hard
In the hills of West Virginia
I learned to work the land
Plowing and planting
With hard working hands
In the hills of West Virginia
I’ve seen new life come and go
Tears have fallen on flowers
And tears have fallen on snow
In the hills of West Virginia
I met my first true love
An angel in the flesh
Sent from God above
In the hills of West Virginia
I married and had a son
Another path on the road of life
In which I had begun
In the hills of West Virginia
I plan to live out my stay
Watching my son grow
While enjoying every day
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Potty Training
Today I tried to teach my son
How to use the potty, oh what a treat
He sat and sat and sat and sat
While I tapped my feet
After what seemed like an hour
Finally I gave in
And placed a diaper on his butt
As my patience ran too thin
Then within a few seconds
I smelled a familiar smell
Though it was one I recognized
Still it smelled quite foul
Oh Christian, what have you done?
Why didn’t you use the potty?
To trick your daddy like you did
Really is quite naughty
So very quickly I laid him down
Changed him, and threw it in the trash
Gently put on some powder
So he doesn’t get a rash
Then once again I sat him down
On his brand new potty
And after he sat and sat and sat
I wondered who was the smarty?
Today I tried to teach my son
How to use the potty, oh what a mistake
He sat and sat and sat and sat
How much more of this can I take?
(oh the memories)
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