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Bobby Jarrard Poem
If you look into the sky
You may see castles drifting by
And dragons chased by knights of old
On quests of chivalry brave and bold
You may see ships with billowing sails
Chasing after fluffy whales
Or fleeing from some mighty storm
Seeking shelter from it’s harm
You could see a wizard, old and wise
Fire burning in his mystic eyes
Casting forth a magic spell
To conjure a spirit from the well
There’s a fire truck chugging along
Filled with firemen, brave and strong
Racing by to save the day
Wave them on their hero’s way
These are the things I see in the sky
You can to if you really try
Just lie on the slope of a grassy hill
And let your mind make them real
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He has a way of turning a phrase
Of making words rhyme and sing
They spin and dance across the page
Telling of knights and kings.
He speaks of adventure in faraway lands
Tales of mystery and woe
He writes of love, found and lost
Of hearts broken and whole.
He can make our hearts fill with gladness
Our spirits rise and soar
Or weigh our souls with sorrow and sadness
Until we can take no more.
He has a special gift you see
You might say a touch of magic
He can bring us into a fairytale
Be it passionate or be it tragic.
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Down the stairwell the spirits drift
Forever down they must.
Down into the dungeon below
To the darkness, the dampness and musk.
Listen to their moans and laments
Their sorrow is their due.
As they pass you should feel the cold
For their cries are meant for you.
See the blessed rise from their rest
And ascend into the sky.
Hear the forsaken, their fear and shame
As they ask the master why.
Joy for the risen and misery for the dammed
For each of us reap our reward.
But whichever final path we take
You can bet we won't be bored!
Bobby G. Jarrard
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I see the mist from the water rise
As the fire falls from the sky
The mountains stand so wise and proud
Reaching forever into the clouds.
I love the feel of the morning breeze
As it blows so crisply through the trees
The sound of the brook on it’s twisting path
Brings joy to my heart and makes it laugh.
I watch the squirrels run and play
In their joyful, happy way
High in the trees they cavort and dance
Ever taking a lofty chance.
I sit by the brook and look away
To a nearby hill where children play
Their laughter fills the morning air
As they run and jump without a care
It's the greatest work of art you see
And it always sets my spirit free
As I see god's canvas spread this way
I think what a wonderful, beautiful day.
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I see the love dance in your eyes
I hear the passion in your sighs
As our souls entwine.
If our love binds together our hearts
Then our lives will never part
And you’ll always be mine.
Babe I love you.
As we hold hands and walk the shore
God could never give me more
Than your love for me.
There’s nothing like your precious kiss
To wrap my heart in passions bliss
Your sweet loves the key.
Babe I love you.
As the sands of time drift by
I promise that I’ll always try
To be there for you.
Loves the treasure I hold dear
Losing yours my only fear
I’ve no hope without you.
Babe I love you.
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Dreams of love
Dreams of lust
Dreams of things that crumble to dust.
Dreams of peace
Dreams of hate
Dreams of what we give and take.
Dreams of war
Dreams of goodwill
Dreams of things we often feel.
Dreams of luxury
Dreams of success
Dreams of things you love the best.
Dreams of fear
Dreams of pain
Dreams of all you hope to gain.
Dreams of sorrow
Dreams of dark hues
Dreams of those you fear to lose.
Dreams of heaven
Dreams of hell
Dreams of things you dare not tell.
Shattered dreams they make us cry
From time we are born to time we die.
What is the sum of all these things?
There is truth and lies in all our dreams.
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Down the stairwell the spirits drift
Forever down they must.
Down into the dungeon below
To the darkness, the dampness and musk.
Listen to their moans and laments
Their sorrow is their due.
As they pass you should feel the cold
For their cries are meant for you.
See the blessed rise from their rest
And ascend into the sky.
Hear the forsaken, their fear and shame
As they ask the master why.
Joy for the risen, misery for the damned
For each of us reap our reward.
And which of the final paths we take
Depends on who we call lord.
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Sitting here staring at the starry sky
I can’t help but wonder, who am I
To be blessed with the love of a goddess like you
I can’t help but wonder, what did I do.
It must have been something wonderful or grand
For you to pick me to take your hand
And place on your finger this golden ring
With your love beside me I feel like a king.
I don’t understand what brought you to me
But I know that your love has set me free.
When we’re apart I feel I will die
I just want to hang my head and cry.
But when we’re together my joy abounds
I really don’t deserve this treasure I’ve found.
And now you ask what love means to me?
Why, holding your hand as we walk by the sea.
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What is love, could it be a myth
Just a fleeting dream, a broken gift
Or is it what you always miss
When you see two lovers embrace and kiss
Where is love when someone’s heart breaks
And fades away from the awful ache
Could it be nearby in some sweet smile
You can only find out if you look for awhile
When is love a tangible thing
Will you only find it in some dream
Or will it find you some special day
Maybe if you stop running away
Who carries the love that you so need
For without it your soul just cannot feed
Hopelessness will tell you to sit down and die
But please don’t listen to its lie
For loves all around us it’s easy to see
And how you look for it is the key
Time and patience is what it will take
To find that one special, loving soul mate
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For love lost and shattered hope,
First a broken heart, now a length of rope.
How much pain can one heart take
When day after day it continues to break.
Happiness evades me, peace cannot be found,
Sometimes in my sorrow I feel I will drown.
If only I could turn back time
I would find a way to keep love mine.
That this would happen I could not see
Sometimes love stays, sometimes it flies free.
Tears fell for a while but now they run dry,
No matter how sad I cannot cry.
So long have I kelp my emotions tied
That now a part of my soul has died.
From songs of despair to songs of love
From sorrow below to hope above,
I fear that happiness I'll not find again
Before I meet my final end.
Thou I hate this pain that ebbs with each breath
Which do I fear most, is it life, is it death.
My dreams may remind me of happier times
But then I awake and always find -
My sorrow.
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