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Best Poems Written by John Martin

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Road To Know Where

The never ending road that pains my heart is one I’ll always be traveling on
Never ending is the attachment I have to this road,
Which will forever be the ground I walk upon
She curves, cracks, and molds into what seems like an impenetrable passage
Know care she has for the traveler
Only a faint glimpse of an escape that will never come. 

From cobble stone to pavement I continue to journey into an unknown future
A journey I’ve known to well and for way to long. 
I cannot leave for I am attached to this road and I feel this road is attached to me
She grants me safe crossing through times I can no longer walk
And will leave me stranded when I can no longer find my way
A fork in the road that must be traveled both ways by one broken traveler. 

My strength is warn and the souls of my feet that once gave me strength
Are now broken and torn
The sprint is now a jog and the jog is now a walk and the walk is now a hobble to 
My unknown destination
Yet attached are we through body and mind and soul
Forever straining the remaining beats of my heart
Until this road to know where ends I will travel with her
And I will remain on the course she has laid before me
For I love her and somewhere in the distance I believe she loves me

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Coconut

That Bundle of Joy we all grew to love
Was someone to hold and especially hug
His fur was soft and stuck to your clothes
But he loved to be pat and fling his little nose
For all he gave us we could never give back
His love, Affection, and his smile at that

He used to wink at me and paw me at night
To make sure there was room for my pillow and he didn’t have to fight
Though he new that trick really well
Sometimes he’d do it or pee just for the hell
He taught me so much, I still can’t believe
That one little dog made me believe
That no matter what happens in life you will see
There’s peace in everything with a little personality

Nights when I was scared and lonely at best
He’d comfort me with his affection that made me rest
In times of need he was always there
To get me through hardships I couldn’t bare
So attached to him did I get
That seeing him go is something I’ll never forget
Though through it all I can say this:

He was my buddy, my friend, and I’ll miss him forever and ever 
Cause he was simply the best!

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A Time and a Place

Eyes wide open, they tear as the wind strikes my face.
The sun is golden, hiding behind the lies, crying out to all of us.
I turn the corner and press against the gravel that has found
Its place for many years. It has been years past and present
since the gravel and the paths walked upon it. Lives change
With days past and are often forgotten and left behind.
To much to care, to much to try, for we are all self-righteous
And relinquish ourselves from a time where the wind would
Tear my face and the gravel would sense the pressure of years 
Past and to come.
A token to journey home awaiting the Ferryman for an eternity.
Life, death, crossing over, he will take us because our fate is in
His hands. The October rust is evident and resides in my heart
For change has come. Change has past and change still to come,
It will always stranglehold my remaining beats. 
Connections still remain yet hang by a thread and all I seem to
Grasp is that long road that never ends. Traveling down
The endless road, parted from the ferryman that issued
No fate, I travel under what little life is left from years of strength
And months of beauty. It touches me gently as if to comfort my 
Emotion and assure a re-birth and resurgence. I pass and sadness
Sets in, for a whole season will pass before we meet again. Down
The hill a light and familiar scent touches my nose, diverting
The emptiness that resides in a dark hidden place know where to
Be found. It will always remain yet masked with the closing
Smell and nearing light. Stepping forward a warmth covers
Me and calmness filters through my body. To sit in peace
And harmony last only for a moment yet the moment feels
Like an eternity. Watching the sky shed its tears which harden
Before it hit’s the ground. I am still at peace and I am still 
In harmony.
The harmony is now over, reality has set in, and my own self
Righteousness has made its way to the surface. The connections
Are lost within the stars and only a few are still visible to see.
I am no longer able to see and we are no longer a part of that
Connection. Yet with connections lost the sky will still cry out, 
The gravel will still feel the daily pressures and strength, and 
Beauty will still touch those who pass beneath it. 
Where the rest of us will go is undetermined, only the Ferryman
Will decide that, only the Ferryman will decide our fate. My walk 
Now is over, my journey progressing, and my heart still at a time
And a place that is not here, that is not now.

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To Paint a Picture

Sparkles glisten off a misty shoreline
Light reflects off a history of tales never to be told
It cannot speak nor can it share the thoughts of a thousand years
Miles and layers of ash, rubble, and lifeless pieces to an unsolved puzzle lay beneath

Few will share the days with Giants and Legends 
But thousands will wonder why
A dark layer of secrets, a dark layers of emotions encapsulated
By a barrier never to be broken

We can only look and dream of what took place
To look to the world searching for Absolutions
Searching for answers
Searching for a key to unlock the gated door

Impossible to reason yet we glide along with the tide 
Creating more stories never to be told
Only she holds the answers, Only she holds the key…
A mystery will forever remain and cast a shadow over the lost souls
That took the journey over miles of beauty
For now we can only paint a picture that shares with us a thousand words
Never to be understood…

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What I'Ve Been To You

I’ve always been your number two
The person left behind

That person staring at your back
While you’re waiting in a line

I’m your knight in shining armor when the clouds are full of grey
But I’m the coal in your stocking when you awake on Christmas day

I’m your second place, half size, water half in the glass
That person know one knows about when you’re talking amongst the class

I’m your gold medal winner when you’re looking for a ride
Yet your second place trophy once you have arrived

I’m the part of the chicken bone when you can’t make a wish
I’m the dirt stuck on the bottom when you’re rinsing out a dish

I was your light in the sky when the sun could not shine through
Now that I’ve served my purpose I’m an afterthought to you

I’m your subordinate, assistant, that person in the rear
Yet was always your supporter, the backer, who showed you know fear

I see it now and what I am; I’m your second place
I’ll never be that someone you can look straight in the face

I’ve learned my lesson, paid my dues; I’m no one’s second place
I’m that kind hearted person who will let you win the race…