Peter Walsh Poet Rhyme

The Fighter

Last night I dreamed an awful dream
My hero he was dying
It left an emptiness inside
I felt my Spirit crying
See somewhere on this road through life
There just ain’t no denying
The souls we meet
Are meant to be 
The Wings to keep us Flying


You lift me when I’m weary
With a gentle guiding hand
A parable of love and truth
So I may understand
There’s a light there in the distance
If I take the time to look
And the Darkness in the Shadows dies
Like the closing of a book
Some falter at the ending
Some stray out of the light
The page of life’s eternal
And the story’s yours to write


As I gazed into those eyes of blue
Those windows to your soul
I witness life and wonder
In a body that’s grown old
I can’t help but feel a sadness
And a loss when days were warmer
An enptiness inside  when
You’re no longer in my corner
Sing songs of hope and wisdom
Even Blake would take a bow
If he’d looked, below and seen the man 
He’d helped to shape somehow 

A grain of sand, beneath lifes shoe
A rock, to something less
A mountain high, in skies of blue
A haven for to rest
There’s a cup of tin you carry
In the hands of each of us
That’s brimming full of happiness
Awaiting up above
You’re a prophet, spilling secrets
Though it’s led your soul to bleed
The ink upon the paper
Is the only truth I need

The prize was always yours you see
Your name’s etched on that belt
And Jesus knows you’re weary
From the hand that life has dealt
When weary’s got your number
Still we love you one and all
‘Cos you stood there in our corner
For each stumble, trip or fall
A brother to the fallen
A father to the lost
Humanity, in your every way
And a friend, at any cost

So fill your lungs with freedom
‘Cos you’ve made the final round
Hell knows the tank is empty
With the seconds counting down
A hundred thousand friends of yours
Are screaming in your corner
Each lifted and elated
‘Cos, we know you’ve played a stormer
It’s time now to surrender
For you’ve paid your dues on Earth
A healing balm, of love and calm
Awaits, to salve the hurt

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Poet Destroyer A January 10, 2018 at 5:27 AM WOw, Peter...i haven't yet, written about a dream. What i find amazing is the flow and the hero you had a bad dream about. Kris, is one of my favorite actors. However, I have to ask, why is he your hero? Did you know he's from Brownsville Texas, I was born an 40 minutes from there. He's a good old Texan. I'm glad it was a dream, and not reality. Linda Peter Walsh January 11, 2018 at 9:43 PM Have a poem called THE MIRROR among my poems Linda another dedication to Kris. He read it on the day of his 79th birthday. His wife Lisa said it made him "Puff up with Pride" Peter Walsh January 11, 2018 at 9:41 PM Seen Kris in Convoy as a teen and loved his lyrics also. He is an inspirational human being. Got his autograph and his sons Johnny and Blakes all on the same poster awhile back. He's one of the greatest writers ever imho...

Richard Lamoureux December 25, 2017 at 8:28 AM This is beyond beautiful. One of the best poems I have read in a while. My hat is off to you Peter. Peter Walsh December 27, 2017 at 1:53 PM Thanks Rich...as ever you lifted me with your kind words...you are a treasure bro! Happy Christmas

Carol B. July 10, 2017 at 1:33 PM This is such an excellent piece. I am so happy I stumbled upon your poem. :) Peter Walsh July 11, 2017 at 4:44 AM Thanks so much Carol ...I am glad you enjoyed it ...

Peter Walsh May 14, 2017 at 5:37 AM A song/poem I wrote after waking out of a bad dream ... Kris Kristofferson is the subject, may he have many more happy, healthy, fruitful days . . . God Bless you Kris