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John Posey Poem
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 know
It’s trying times that we go through that makes a boy a man.
When we feel weak at heart and think we’ll never make it
Our spirit strengthens us to somehow carry on.
It’s then we learn that just at midnight things could get no worse
And soon we see the darkness fade and midnight brings the dawn.
Every midnight has a dawning
Every dawning has a day
Where daylight shines on things remembered
And some things lost along the way.
And every passing daylight
Brings evening into play
Where we’ll face another midnight
That brings, yet, one more dawning day.
It seems a pattern thus emerges,
Monotonous as it may seem,
Every midnight brings a dawning,
Filled with all our daylight dreams.
Dreams are meant to bring survival
To those who may have lost their way.
Who found the darkness of the midnight
Kept the dawning light at bay.
So, as near as I can figure,
There’s this we can rely on
However bleak the darkest midnight,
After midnight comes the dawn.
Written by John Posey
04/09/13
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John Posey Poem
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 there’s usually a laugh or two.
Now, I remember one time, I was out there milking cows,
When I noticed three young kittens, out and on the prowl.
One, a fine young tomcat, was really acting brave
And I wondered if he faced some fear just how he would behave.
Skillfully I squeezed and threw some milk across his face –
He winced a bit, then licked his lips – he knew he’d found the place.
We played around awhile and soon the playing stalled
When he stopped and took a minute to answer nature’s call.
He didn’t know it but he backed himself up to a fresh cow pad
He grunted; then had the best little poop a kitten ever had.
He turned around to cover it; then began the fun.
He knew what he saw lying there was more than he had done.
He arched his back, let out a scream and broke into a run.
I thought, at first, it might have been something I had done.
But soon it was no mystery what scared that little cat.
There was the giant pile of poop I couldn’t help laughing at.
This kitten was the alpha kitten of the litter
Who ultimately proved to me that he was no quitter.
So, when the time came to find him a name…
Well ….. I just called him……”Fraidy”
Written By John Posey
05/29/13
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John Posey Poem
Follow Your Heart
Father Time has brought us safely thus far
And our future is not tied to some distant star.
We’ve always had each other’s arms
That kept us together and safe from all harm.
Yet, all our yesterdays now stand alone.
And we know that tomorrow is not cast in stone,
Where once we saw happiness, now there is pain
It seems memories and heartaches are all that remain.
So, when life seems the darkest and troubles appear
And all the world’s dangers, alarmingly near,
Remember our love - let it play its part
And don’t be afraid to follow your heart.
Written By John Posey
06/15/13
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Now And Then
My heart still thinks about you – Now and Then --
My arms still want to hold you – Now and Then –
And, even though I know you’re gone,
Your mem’ry just keeps hanging on
And I still think about you – Now and Then.
My friends all ask about you – Now and Then.
I tell them I still see you – Now and Then.
Though you have someone to take my place,
When I close my eyes I see your face –
And your mem’ries, they still haunt me – Now and Then.
My heart keeps on rememb’ring
How much I loved you so –
And though I know it’s over –
My heart just won’t let go.
And, when I think about you – Now and Then.
I always see a love that should have been.
My life will never be the same
‘Cause I’m always haunted by your name –
Each time I think about you – Now and Then.
Yes, I still think about you, Now and Then.
Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2013
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You Can't Remove The Glitter From Silver And Gold
Our love’s been bathed in sunlight and in the moonlight’s glow.
It comes close to being eternal and we have come to know
That when our time is over this truth will always hold –
You can’t remove the glitter from silver and gold.
Life will try to tarnish precious things we find
Living all around us yet always seem confined.
There is a sheen of greatness even when they’re old.
And some get even brighter, with age, or so I’m told
In life we’ve known the safety of sweet and caring arms
That embraced us with comfort and protected us from harm.
No threats have ever reached us where we were not consoled
Knowing you cannot remove glitter from silver and gold.
Our love has always been there as, steadily, we grew old
We never tried to separate glitter from silver and gold.
Written By John Posey
06/21/13
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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 into the air we breathe.
Where will be the majesty of mighty cypress trees,
That pose in stately beauty for all the world to see?
What will be the price we pay if, someday, they’re all gone,
And we are left here breathless to, somehow, carry on?
The life of trees can be started by Mother Earth herself,
Or, sometimes, by some gardener in a pot upon a shelf.
Regardless, how they’re started, we need to wonder why
These beauties of creation are called upon to die.
Redwoods and sequoias that grace our western shore
Stand as mighty icons that we dare not ignore.
When left to die by nature’s plan I believe that you will see
They will outlive mortal man by at least a century.
To those who say God meant for man to use them as we need
I don’t believe He meant decisions to be governed by our greed.
I will not be labeled as a ‘tree hugger’ – not by any measure.
I’ll just continue speaking out for mankind’s silent treasure.
Written By John Posey
07/08/13
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Inside this forest
so bright and mild
a fairy lived
her name, Wonder Child
For all the forest
knew of this girl
to which they knew
she would change the world
A fawn she crept
upon one day
it sensed no danger
no need to escape
Her acquired ability
to speak with those
on four legs with fur
scurrying would go
She was as a spirit
in the woods she did walk
she would talk to the animals
to her they would flock
She'd gentle reach down
and with the smallest of hands
much like the grains of sand
beside them she'd stand
Together as one
the fairy and fawn
if you close your eyes tight
you may see them at dawn
Donna G Fowler
8/7/06
by Donna G Fowler
Review:
"I have seen the fawn wake up at dawn...
and then she did not tarry.
This tiny deer so full of cheer
set out to find the fairy.
She knew that the winged one
would help her through the day
and with the sun at end of day
would quietly slip away.
But fawns grow into beautiful deer
and time just passes on.
Now the mother deer, it is so clear,
seeks the fairy to teach her own."
Donna, I hope you don't think I am presumptuous to think this would improve on your beautiful poem... No, It is just an example of how perfection can trigger creativity in the least of us...
You have my honest admiration and respect for this and many other fine works in your portfolio... Love Ya! Jake
Reviewed by jakepayne
Your review received:
Very helpful
and the following comments about your review:
TY Jake. I admire your wit. What I'd like to see you do is write a continuation of this like you have started. Name it whatever you want, and post me back a message
Mother Doe and Fairy
Inspired by Donna G. Fowler’s
‘Of Fawn and Fairy’
I saw the fawn wake up at dawn...
and then she did not tarry.
This tiny deer so full of cheer
set out to find the fairy.
She knew that the winged one
would teach her the right ways
and with the sun at end of day
would quietly slip away.
Fawns grow into beautiful deer
as time just passes on.
Now the mother deer, it is so clear,
seeks the fairy to teach her own.
The fairy knew her language
and all the others too.
She had tutored many youngsters
in the proper things to do.
The forest had been good to her
and the years had been kind too.
When the Doe felt life within her
she knew just what to do.
She knew just where the fairy should be
each and every day.
She wanted her to teach her fawn
to live the forest’s way.
The mother doe was nearing
the birth of her first fawn.
She arrived there at the clearing
just at break of dawn.
She sensed the fairy knew --
for she felt her presence there.
The comfort she had sought to find
Could be felt in the morning air.
She lay down in the comfort
of a nearby grove of trees
And quietly awaited there
in the cooling morning breeze.
Then she heard the quiet flutter
Of tiny little wings
She saw the fairy coming
as the birds began to sing.
She now relaxed and soon she knew
the peace the forest sends
And she found herself surrounded
by scores of tiny friends.
They all had heard the news
and all had been invited
To come and see the miracle
of two friends reunited.
The fairy knew why she’d been called
to this very special place
She was here to help the deer
receive God’s special grace.
It was not long – it had begun
And quickly, it was over.
There lay the mother doe and fawn
in the comfort of the clover.
The fairy then took stardust
and sprinkled it in their eyes.
Now when they exchange gazes
their love is not disguised.
The fairy and the doe and fawn
then went their separate way
knowing this would not be the last
of many special days.
© Jacob Payne
October 20, 2006
Review:
Jake, I knew you could continue this after what you placed in my review. First I am honored that you were inspired by something I started. Secondly, this is an amazing continuation of my poem. You are so visual in this and I could see the field of clover and the new baby fawn. I felt as if I were there watching. Fantastic job my friend.. I'm so excited!!!!
Reviewed by Donna G Fowler
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John Posey Poem
Until I see them
Frame me as a doubting Tom.
Once will be enough.
Until they see me
Friends I’ll never claim they are.
Otherwise, you’re nuts
Written By John Posey
04/17/13
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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 physical test.
His heart was in panic and he felt it would burst
There were words coming to him that he must say first.
Words about bridges he’d crossed long ago
Across destiny’s caverns so far below.
Strange feelings came over him – he felt so alone
Then he felt a strange peace like he’d never known.
Sweet memories of childhood were at his command
Up to the time he would stand as a man.
He recognized memories that must not be lost
Lest eternal restlessness would be his cost.
And before he had time to stop and think
He reached for a half used bottle of ink.
The words kept coming like wind driven snow
Till his pen took on a near ghostly glow.
These things I can relate to you now
Are counted as a beautiful gift, somehow.
And no matter how hard I try as I might
The words stay hidden as on a long lonely night.
Written By John Posey
9/10/14
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Sleepless Nights - Limerick Insomnia Revisited
Limericks are so hard to write.
Sometimes, keep me up half the night
Spending way too much time
Just trying to rhyme
A word that’s just out of sight.
Written By John Posey
07/02/13
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