Long Good bye Poems
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Center of the rain found lost in the game
under the sky I clown around act all goofy to try not to be found
hey Mr president I heard you like my stlye
Want to sing to me baby I won't be here too long
I got a plane to catch ride to check
Wait for it I summoned the four winds bout to catch a case for it
Send in the clowns we all die slow
no funeral music for me cause I rise early now
would you think I am larger than life
yeah I am the same man that started this fight
can you believe alarm bells ringing truth be singing last night I almost melted in prison
Who can begin should the news reach him tonight
Dear Mr president I waited for lights
Waved at the sky as I kissed life good bye
Struggled with space time and had to bend my own light
now you know my hearts are in this I live for this right
put myself on a throne I would rather kiss life good bye
rule over the world that's not why I died
in space I sit on top the moon laughing
you think I wait for death to come gassing
await my mistake under flames I am exstatic
doom avowed me to freak the world with this magic
I know your leaving is too long over due.
For far too long I've had nothing new to show to you.
I dried my eyes as I watched your plane fade off west of the moon,
and it felt so strange to walk away alone.
No regrets. No tears good bye.
I don't want you back. We'd only cry
again, and say good bye again.
The hours that were ours echo in empty rooms..
The thoughts we use to share I now keep alone.
I woke last night and spoke to you not thinking you were gone.
It felt so strange to lie awake alone.
No regrets. No tears good bye.
I don't want you back. We'd only cry
again, and say good bye again.
My friends have tried to turn my nights to day.
Strange faces in your place can't keep the ghosts away.
Just beyond the darkest hour and just behind the dawn,
it still feels so strange to live my life alone.
No regrets. No tears good bye.
I don't want you back. We'd only cry
again, and say good bye again.
40 Y 20
( 40 and 20 )
There was a time I was 20
Full of innocence and amour
Infinity is no ones Lover
Passion is sometimes an arrow that wounds
Now I am 40
Grey skies as I linger on
I admire the gardens and birds
Love is for those who are 20
The parks full of lovers holding hands
Vendors selling roses and dreams
To young sweathearts holding onto to desire
They know not one day they shall tire
She gazed over the lake, straight into my eyes
She was an angel, with a smile on fire
Who was I to know, a man of 40
This woman would divide me into 2
We danced under moonlit skies
She made me see that life is feelings, not mere numbers
I was 40 and she only 20
Laughter and love made me young, and her hungry
Her devotion and love was truly a gift
She opened up heart and eye
So I was sad that day I had to say good bye
For I was 40 and she only 20
Notes: This is inspired by a famous Spanish song
Your name is a great thing,
It gives my heart wings.
The letters give such inspiration,
The following are their creation.
Lets begin with the first letter,
That will be far better.
B is for Beauty,
Because you truly are a cutie.
B is for Brain,
From falling I will try to refrain.
B is for Brawn,
One look at your muscles and I was gone.
B is for Bashful,
For you are always tactful.
B is for Better,
You have turned me into a real go-getter.
B is for Baby,
Your smile always drives me crazy.
On to the R,
A greater letter by far.
R is for Rare,
Because we are a one of a kind pair.
R is for Race,
Which is what my heart does everytime I see your face.
R is for Rainbow,
When you are around the world seems to glow.
R is for Rush,
Everytime you look my way I start to blush.
R is for Reason and Rhyme,
When I am with you I understand the word sublime.
Now on to the A,
Which will help us on our way.
A is for Awesome,
Say good-bye to Miss Lonesome.
A is for Artistic,
Your beauty is so mystic.
A is for Amore,
You shake me to my very core.
A is for Allure,
When I found you I found my heart's cure.
A is for Ache,
Because you fill me with a passion I can never slake.
A is for Attractive,
When you touch me I light up like I am radioactive.
On to the first N,
Which makes me grin.
N is for New,
You planted the seed of love which quickly grew.
N is for Nice,
You're so great I wish I could live twice.
N is for Nurture,
If I loved you any more I'm sure my heart would rupture.
Now on to the D,
Which does wonderful things for me.
D is for Doll,
I didn't know how fast I could fall.
D is for Dear,
When you are around I have nothing to fear.
D is for Dashing,
one glance from you and my heart starts crashing.
On to the O,
Which could never cause me woe.
O is for Overload,
When I see you my heart overflows.
O is for Optimism,
Because you never look at me with skepticism.
O is for One,
One night with you and my soul came undone.
And last but not least is the other N,
And what a way to end.
N is for Never,
Because You are my forever.
For My Most Beloved:BRANDON
You forgot my day,
My sad~sad birthday,
No card~gift or call,
I waited all day,
Ended without you.
Your words are mean,
Your lies are told,
Breaking my heart,
Your mouth needs soap.
Hurt is felt, Sleepless nights, Evil here.
Crying, Good-bye.
Pain
Date Written: 6/10/2022
Children of the Father God
Little child sits listening in Sunday school –
Listening to lessons on the golden rule –
Singing songs of Jesus – of the Savior’s love
Until the Sunday hour is done.
Teacher standing at the door to say “Good bye”
Feels a tiny hand slip in her hand –
Looking down she sees two bright eyes
And a question that cannot be disguised.
“How many children does the Father have?
Are there any other children just like me?
God must have the biggest family here on this earth.”
Yes, every face – every race - that you see.
Little child stands listening at the door;
Teacher sees a question coming – just one more –
Did the Lord jump for joy the day I was born?
Did the Lord plan for you and me?
Teacher looks deep in her eyes of childlike awe
Knowing just how important this answer is
With a gentle smile she draws her close
Then slowly kneels to so gently say:
“We are all the children of the Father, God -
Each of us a member of God’s family
God planned for every one of us who walks on this earth
Every face – every race – that you see.”
Based on a true conversation experience with a little child in Los Angeles, CA after a concert.
"Each of us is needed. Each of us is necessary."
Deep in the Caribbean coral reef;
A bright blue rose, one salted leaf.
The stem has strength of ancient gods.
The roots of time have not withered
Her petals of truth grow strong with age
Her story unfolds from a watery cage
Her stamen: the history of man.
I knew her well, Aqua, my wife.
No longer seen with mortal eye,
You don't hear her sobs: her cry
No sweet hello's, no fond good-bye.
Memories of undying love.
Floating serenely in waters blue
The hottest sunshine filtered through.
The Aqua Rose is my love true.
Her watery grave shall be redeemed.
Long before Aqua was a rose;
She was innocence, personified
She was mine and I was hers
Soon we shall share Eternity.
Inspired by Catie Lindsey's Contest " Tending the Sprouts "
My First POEM Dedicated to my Beloved L E N O R E
"Aqua Rose" was Written August 29, 1971 4 days After LENORE left me for "Glory"
Inspired by the Contest "Why oh Why?" Sponsored By "Constance~A Rambling Poet"
In Lovig Memory of My Beloved Wife "Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson"
From the Heart of "Harry Daniel Johnson" - AKA - HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Nothing new; nothing normal. Not much to talk about.
She speaks of people I do not know.
I have already told her my stories.
She is my mother, yet, what do we have in common?
I visit less and less often.
Angry about one thing, yet I do not tell her.
Figuring she should know how she wronged me.
Not enjoying our visit actually. A have to. Her birthday week.
Nothing new. A stilted hug good bye.
She is not a hugger. She says I love you only on the phone
When she cannot see me. I do not say it to her either.
Two women who do not know each other.
Looking back now I wish there had been more.
But there wasn’t.
And now there is no second chance.
Oh Mum:
Oh mum I’m so sorry I have to send this to you
You never wanted me to go, but I am not one of the few
Oh mum, remember when you kissed away my pain
I wish you could do that once more - yes again.
I’m so sorry mum on the day we did part
I remember your bravery even though I’d broken your heart.
The noise and the wet here and the terrible smell
I never believed your teachings of hell…
But I now know there is hell on earth
I’m here for a while for what it is worth
Remember when I had a stick for a gun
We played at war as children, it was such great fun.
I wanted to be a hero or soldier at best
A hero with a gun, and bullet proof chest…
You soothed and cajoled but I never did change
Oh mum how I wish this wasn’t so strange…
Remember when you wiped away my secret tears
I was angry you saw back then I had fears.
The rain is mingling mum, with tears running now
If only you could wipe them from me, someway, somehow.
The stench is overpowering the noise is intense
The bombs all around, dead men hung on razor-wire fence.
The death and destruction is all around
I’m floating and falling my thoughts do abound.
Oh mum, I wish I had listened to you
The glory I thought would be mine - and yours too
Be proud of me mum but I feel so helpless and small
I am not sure now- but I think I will fall.
I love you mum and I remember it well
The storms after dad died but you managed so well
You did a good job that’s what I like to think
You saw me through boyhood, manhood and drink.
I am here mum, I signed up I know I left you that day
I thought it would be fun like when I used to play
Here is death and destruction, and I don’t want you to read this
But I must say good-bye mum, your love I do miss.
The kisses you gave, you never did falter.
You watched over me, and I think I did alter...
I came to this war a man, I never realised the boy was still there mum
Today mum my last; I am your frightened little son.
My fears are now that without me, will you cope?
Without me mum - there is no false hope
I love you so much more everyday
But it’s time to say goodbye and I feel today is that day….
I wrote this after doing my family tree and found one of my great Uncles, the only one of thirteen siblings signed up and went to WWW1, not needing to do this as they were farmers. He died in the last week in France
©GG 18/07/2012
The only Christmas present I want is to see my sister, I said.
My husband took a deep breath, but agreed to the six hundred mile trip.
This was 1970, and airline tickets were too expensive, so we would drive.
When we got into town a person at a four-way stop sign waved.
I did not recognize her, because she had gotten a new car.
She pulled over and motioned for us to pull over too.
It was my sister! How weird.
We had travelled six hundred and three miles.
She had not known we were coming, and we ended up at the same sign.
I jumped out of my car and into hers. My husband waved good-bye.
He was going to our mother’s house to take a nap. I was invigorated.
My sister said “Let’s go up town and look at stuff.”
“Sounds great!” I said. We had a terrific day.
We had not seen each other for five months, so we had to catch up.
We stayed up until two a.m. talking. Not tired in the least,
“I can sleep on the way home,” I told my sister, and I did.