Long Posey Poems

Glen Campbell – A Special Person
      It was September 4th, 1968 and I threw an empty suitcase into the trunk of my car, telling Joan, my daughter, that I might...

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It was many years ago that I sat there on the floor
With Aunt Allie and my cousins, we knew what was in store.
The clan was gathered there around the Christmas tree
Just eagerly awaiting their Christmas...

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Well, it has been one year since I joined Poetry Soup.
I smile now, because I have met this wonderfully diverse group.

August 7th, 2013 was a day that would change my life.
I finally found the place...

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I was sitting on the back porch ‘bout an hour after dark
When I couldn’t help but notice a tiny pulsing spark.
I thought it was a firefly – It had that kind of glow
But I’d never...

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There once existed, upon this  earth.
A people, happy~ not possessed with depavity, destruction of cities,
murder and dearth.

But a truly evil being and his kind, infected
Unknowing, arrogant, atheistic, mankind.
He nuked their souls till they were all...

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Sammy Taylor was a good kid, as everyone could see
He was destined for greatness unknown to you and me.
From the hills of West Virginia, a place called Whittlers’ Bend.
He left one day in ’66 never...

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There is a tale I can relate to you
And I can guarantee that it’s true
It’s about a battle just north of Hue
On a hot and sultry summer’s day.

VCs were in control and we had laid...

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Simple Poverty

I think that I was maybe three
When memories started following me
They called us poor and, I guess, we were -
These things will tell if you concur.

Birthday cakes with not enough candles –
Coffee cups with...

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It’s always a good practice when living on a farm,
To have a family of cats living in the barn
They always keep the rats and mice at bay and furnish humor too –
Wherever you find kittens...

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Germ-free Mason jars, hot from the pot of boiling water, gurgling on the cast iron wood stove, stood ready to receive the fruits and vegetables, fresh from the fields and orchards. Lids and sealing rings...

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I sometimes fail to thank you, Lord, for all the things you do
Like the special way you pick me up when I’m feeling blue.
You made a promise long ago that you would not forsake
Now you’re...

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Someday I’ll sit and talk with Father Adam.
He will have the answers to some things that bother me
I’ve seen the world in all God’s awesome splendor
And I’ve known God’s precious gift of living free. 

He...

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It seems that all my life I’ve seen some darker times
Now and then the times I knew were more than I could stand.
But, learn we must, from all hard times and soon we come to...

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Trees

Trees, trees, everywhere, and no one stops to think
What we may lose as all mankind nears a crucial brink. 
When oaks and elms and other trees just simply cease to be,
Less Oxygen will be sent...

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(The Beginning)
Many, many years ago – when I was only ten,
Times were so much happier - life was simpler then,
No problems met with me each day
My role in life was to run and play.

And destiny...

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I am a cold, flat, black and white rectangle, rounded corners, no frills or curls.
No one could revere me more that thirteen-year-old higher thinking boys and girls,
Illustrious readers of U.F.O.’s, the paranormals, and E.S.P.
Ones who...

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About a month or two ago I had this great idea.
To open up a Haiku Shoppe – kinda like a cafeteria.
 I knew they were tasty bits and went real well with beer –
But just...

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Rainy Days

Rainy days are special – they let your thoughts collect to be placed in reverie to use when needed to summon better times….. And, they water the grass….

Rainy days can bring smiles when blessings...

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How A Poet Was Born

Jacob Payne aka John Posey sat alone by the fire
When it came the time he would normally retire.

But his eyes would not listen to slumber’s request
And soon finding sleep became a...

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Ode to Miss Charlotte

I read about some verbal wars
That brew among some poets.
It’s fought between the ‘know-it-alls’
And those who just don’t know it.

I came upon your essay
On this sacred hallowed site
And after reading what you...

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How many years now has it been – maybe fifty-seven?
We’ve traveled down some pleasant roads, on our way to Heaven.
We’ve looked into each other’s eyes – seen both joy and despair.
We’ve wondered how we’d make...

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JJust an old trumpet player with a worn out horn –
Seems he had played it ever since he was born.

Sometimes his lively music put dancing in your feet.
Then there were times he rendered tones so...

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He was one of the poets featured
in "Featured Poets" of the week
and when I read his writing
it was as though I heard him speak.

So I chose a link to follow him
reading every poem he wrote
He...

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More Than A  Memory

I see her clearly, in the sunset’s last glow,
And she speaks to me in a voice soft and low.
There’s no doubt what I see is a mystery
To those who know she...

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 (In memory of those lost in Newtown, CT)

We may not know the answers to all the questions asked
We cannot control how great the pain or how long it will last.
Nothing we can do will...

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