Wind...it gently blows though your hair resembling waves of soft clouds… It carries the echo’s of your words lifting the spirits of the day… Cool, refreshing it shapes our destiny… Come, Ride the winds, THE WINDS OF LIFE…
There has been many people and great poets that has inspired me to write. When I was a small boy my Great Grandfather in Kansas City, Ks would sit my sister and I down and read Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass" to us. At that time the words meant little, or so I thought until one day he told me the story about his visiting Mr. Whitman from time to time. Still the words meant little until I discovered those words were indeed from Mr. Whitman's heart and soul.
For many years I set aside the ability to write. Maybe it wasn't so much setting it aside as much as it was hiding my feelings so I wouldnt have to express them. All the words are just words but the feelings are so true coming from my heart and soul. Writing helps me get in touch with my true feelings. If these words of feelings helps just one person in this world as they have helped me then all of this is well worth every tear, every smile, every thought, every minute of time creating this site to share with you.
We, my fellow poets and I, hope you enjoy your visit here. Remember the ability to share with another opens ones heart to everlasting love and friendship..
Thank you for letting us share.... Keith
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I find myself
thanking you once again,
for your kindness,
your sweetness,
your words.
I do believe I am fortunate to be able to put my words,
my feelings,
my thoughts
on paper for others to see.
Sometimes I wonder though are people
seeing the real me
if they are what are they thinking?
Daily it seems my thoughts and feelings become circular
Some times to the point of making me dizzy.
Then comes along a friend,
a super person,
that someone I have learned to trust.
A few years ago you captured my heart
And friendship and yes
My not so trusting soul
With your honesty and truth.
For this I owe you.
Take all I have to offer.
Anything I have is yours.
Take my words
My heart
My soul.
Take my feelings
My thoughts
My friendship
They are yours.
For they are all I have to offer you.
Gentle winds stir
Leaves of gold, brown and red
Laying on cool damp grounds.
Squirrels scurry
Gathering nuts and berries
For a winters feast.
Fuzzy caterpillar’s inch slowly
As if hopelessly lost
Narrowly escaping
Clutches of birds talons.
Winged friends
Perch on gentle swaying trees
Trying to avoid
cool dampness of the winds.
Beetles burrow under rocks
For a winters rest
Unaware they shall not return
When the warm spring returns.
Furry critters shed their summer coats
Changing into winter ones.
Bears yawn and head for their den
Laying down for a winters nap.
People hurry from place to place
Waiting for the first snows to fall.
Clouds form overhead
Blocking the sun lights warmth.
Pumpkins swell on the vine
Turning colors of orange and brown
As the lye on the cool damp ground.
Mr Frost makes his first appearance
Spreading his transparent crystals over all.
Yes my friend, summer changes to fall...
On the Outside I greet each morning with a spring in my step. My life is full, wifely duties fulfilled, children happy, the chores are done, and all is right with the world.
On the Inside I wake and wonder if this will be the day that the Lord will set me free. But how can that be? I am married. “God forgive me.”
On the Outside I am married to the perfect man whom people respect, my friend’s envy, and children adore. Who provides us with the American Dream and so much more.
On the Inside I long to be free from this man I married who hits and rapes me. I scream for people to know, but no one hears me. My lord tells me… except for fornication and death, here I shall stay.
On the Outside my colleges see this highly motivated woman, fast paced professional who always gets the job done. Always perfect, always on time, and can find that “needle in the haystack.”
On the Inside I work diligently for the praise and admiration for it is the one place I know that I have truly earned it. I work for that “someday” when I might support myself so I will know how.
On the Outside my children dearly love their mother and tell me so. My children are strong and healthy and beautiful. They will go far in this secular world.
On the Inside my heartaches for my children I so dearly love. How much have they seen and what do they know? Is there still time to teach them the really important things in life… the love of God.
On the Outside people would say I was a good “Christian”, or that “I’d give you the shirt off my back.” Always working for a cause and helping others or donating her time at the church.
On the Inside I am a hypocrite. There is so much more I could and should be doing. Sometimes I think I only chose those activities that are SEEN, so that others will SEE my deeds. “God forgive me.”
On the Outside my Friends know they can call me anytime, night or day. Ask for anything, and I will be there. Being a true friend is the same as being one of God’s Angels.
On the Inside I am so grateful for my true Friends. I feel like they are the only ones that really know me and understand me. How can so many people in my family that “love” me, but don’t even know me, yet surround me?
On the Outside I appear to have financial security. Big home, lake house, cars, clothes, vacations… I truly live my life on the “Pay It Forward” concept, one small deed at a time.
On the Inside it disgusts me the way people stigmatize me at a glance. I was raised poor white trash and learned more about life, love, values, and the Lord than the people who run in the “upper circles” will ever know.
On the Outside I am a loving person, who enjoys her life, and wouldn’t trade it for anything. I am a strong, happy, healthy, god fearing woman.
On the Inside I am hurt and lonely. Crying to be set free from my pain. Full of regret but not without hope. I do have faith and know that my one day all of this will mean nothing. Jesus said… “Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows; but cheer up, for I have overcome the world.” (John 17:33)
I was just thinking….
What if…
Tomorrow….
God turned my life INSIDE OUT!
That day was sure no fun.
The T.V. had only bad news.
It was something we didn't choose.
Terrorists are hard to understand.
Why destroy so much on our land?
How can anyone have so much hate?
Love in their families must have come late.
Our country has always been so proud.
Now we are living under a cloud.
When WW II was over we thought that was it.
Never dreaming our country would be hit.
We have prayed and cried and prayed some more.
People need help from shore to shore.
It is hard to say we are at war.
Those that caused this we just abhor.
It takes first a few to hurt allot.
We don't know when they'll take another shot.
Lost lives can never be replaced.
But, remember they are in a higher place.
I certainly helped in WW II.
But at this age there is not much I can do.
Without even thinking the tears will start.
I guess this shows we have a heart.
AUTHOR:Roberta Zink
Passed away on September 10,2002
She was 86 years old and in WW II she worked for North America assembling and test firing 50 cal machine guns for bombers. September 11,2001 Brought back a lot of memories that inspired her to right this poem. I thought it was very good.
A little girl was telling her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.
The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.
The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah".
The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?
The little girl replied, "Then you ask him"
-Gerri Moylan
"To act justly, to love mercy, and
to walk humbly with your God..."!
Though I did not ever get to meet you
Talk a bit we did
Your humor amazed me
Your honesty pleased me
The pic you sent to me
Sent my heart a beating
Cause along with that pic
You included the words
"Friends forever".
You would come into the room
And make me smile
You would message me
And again make me smile
You will be missed by many
And so much from me
But I have you in my heart
And memories of you within my soul
You have been called home
To fulfill some other purpose
And to know peace.
I know you watch over us
Flying overhead
Your angel wings gracefully moving
As you are appointed our
Guardian Angel.
Please know that we will not forget
The love that you shared with us.
Until the day has come that we meet again
I will listen for your whispers on wings of love.
Kristen,
I bid you farewell, not goodbye.
Kristen was a regular chatter in MSN’s kansas30+ chat group. She always had something positive and nice to say. Her humor was quite amazing and wonderful. She always made me smile and laugh. Once she tols me that she couldn’t even think about dating me because “ I looked vey stern and she would think about her dad”…lol . Of course she was playing around and joking with me as she always did. Kristen was a very beautiful caring, loving, giving lady. Why she chose to leave this world, her friends, her family and especially her 3 year old son will never be understood. She never let on that her life was in such a shamble or that she was about to take her own life on this September day. Till the end she was thinking of others and not of herself. Kristen will be missed by many, especially us from the chat room, but her memory will always be with us making us smile, making us laugh, making us cry. LOVE YOU KRISTEN!
We awaken early morning
still the darkness and silence prevail
we have our morning coffee
to try functioning at the beginning of this day.
Few words are said
Few glances appear
as our eyes begin to open
while the morning sun rises in the sky
You hustle out the door only saying
bye, see ya tonight".
I wonder to myself
What else could have been said
rising in the darkness
listening in the silence.
Even through the night
The touches that was once there
has vanished along with the light,
into the darkness and silence.
The romance that aroused us
the foreplay that led us on
the kisses that reached
the passions of ecstasy
Hands exploring regions
making you move
in every sexy way.
quivering in the darkness
as we discovered new ways
Moans broke the silence
in a sensuous way.
Instead we choose the darkness and silence!...
Cruising down the back roads
Windows down
Cool fresh air blowing in
Light mist wetting the road
Fog blurring the windshield
Radio blarin oldie but goodies
Keeping beat with a stopmin foot
Leaves changin with the season
Animals frolic in the sun
Farmers planting fall crops
The further east I get
The more memories enter my head
Anxious to stop
At every lil mom and pops
To see if they are still there
As if in the early years of my youth
I think about those people and places
Not stopping and thinking
Those were from the long last past
Still as I am cruising down the back roads
Memories flash before my eyes
Tears and laughter fill the air
As I cruise the back roads of the past....
Every now and then I get the urge to take a road trip down the back roads of Kansas. My usual road trip starts here in New Cambria and takes me east on I-70 to Topeka where I get off the main hiways and head for 92 to take me thru McClouth, Tonganoxie, Winchester and numerous other small but quit towns. I usually end up in Leavenworth. Yes my roots are still there and there they will remain.Being born and raised in many places, no place like Northeast Kansas brings back as many memories as that part of the state does. I look back on the many trips taken from Leavenworth to Great bend when I was a small boy, the trips to Parsons, Winfield, Topeka, Ottawa, Kansas City (Ks and Mo) Olathe, McPherson, Sterling, and namy more small towns where we either knew someone of just wanted to go there. No the trips wasnt limited to Kansas but the fondest and saddest memories are from her. If you are ever in Leavenworth ask around about the old places that used to exist there: Fuzzy's Bar, Madisons Place, Kansas Pet Shop, Kansas Kennels, NUWAY and Homers (still there), Bay State Milling, The Saturday Comminity Auction that used to take place byt the Sale Barn on Cherokee, The Dakota Club (Hi Bennny and family) and many more too numerous to mention att his time. Some names to ponder about are Hicks, Combs, Kerbs, Waldner, Brown, Davis, Masterson, Lake, Zeck and so on. WEll I have rambled enough in this story. Please enjoy!!
Have you ever heard of Gossip Town,
on the shores of Falsehood Bay ?
Where Old Dame Rumor, with rustling gown,
is going the live long day ?
It isn’t far to Gossip Town,
for people whom want to go.
The Idleness Train will take you down,
in just an hour or so.
The Thoughtless Road is a popular route,
and most folk start that way,
but its steep-down-grade, and if you don’t watch out,
you’ll land in Falsehood Bay.
You’ll glide through the valley of Vicious Folk,
and into the Tunnel of Hate,
then crossing the Add-To-Bridge you walk,
right through the city gate.
The principle street is called They Say,
and I’ve Heard is the public well,
and the breezes that blow from Falsehood Bay,
are laden with don’t you tell!
In the midst of the town is Tell-Tale-Park,
your never quite safe while there,
for its owner is Madam Suspicious-Remark,
who lives on the street Don’t Care.
Just back of the park is Slanderous Row,
T’was there that Good Name died,
pierced by the darts of Jealousy’s Bow,
and in the hands of Envious Pride.
From Gossip Town peace has long since fled,
but, trouble, grieve, and woe,
and sorrow and care you’ll meet instead,
if you ever chance to go…!!
Through years we wander
Stumbling through the days
Tripping on a love and moving on.
True love knows not time or distance
And carries on in the heart
Without us knowing.
The world keeps turning,
The days pass by.
Without knowing we pass by our soulmate.
It is said that to love something set it free
If it comes back it is yours.
Years and distance will erase
You feel that certain longing in your heart
When that love returns to you.
But it returns,
And without you knowing,
It has grown.
Time is erased,
Distance seems less,
And you behold your soulmate.
PARODY 1: I am little at age 2
Just a kid , a kid confused
Looking at the decorated tree
On this chistmas eve
In a small green duplex
Near a airport in Houston
I look around
Wondering why we are in the car
A pink Nash, about a 1950 or so.
I cry for my father
Wondering where he is
"Where is my daddy"
I ask my mommy
We board a train
A big one it was
I sleep restlessly
On the noisy train
Going to Kansas City from Houston
I see my grandparents
Standing in Union Station
As we walk closer
My mother is crying
I am crying
My lil sis is crying
My grandpa takes me in his arms
Smiles at me
Then whispers "lets go home."
I whimper "where is my daddy"
He says nothing
Not knowing what to say
My grandmother takes my lil sis into her arms
Holding her close
Comforting her
Worn to a thither
From the long train ride
And the emotional wants of our father
I fall asleep.
When I awaken we are at a strange house
One I do not remember being at before
But I am older and then I was smaller
My father not there my mother resting
My sis resting
My grandparents watching over us.
Still "where is my daddy?"
"Why are we here?"
"Why didn’t he come with us", I wonder.
Too little to understand
Why this is happening
Too young to reason with myself
Still I wonder, "where is my daddy?"
Countless days go on
Sleepless nights haunt me.
With uncles, grandparents, mother and sis
Watching over me why is it
That I still want my daddy?
Is this where I started running from life, running from myself,
escaping the pains that pierce the heart?
Through many years of self-search, I think so.
I think I learn here that if I run and not face the trials and tribulations of life, the pains will not be able to pierce my heart and soul.
Time ticks on
Life continues
Wherever I go
Whatever I do
Whoever I am
Still searching
Still running
Still hurting
Still wanting
"Where is my Dad?"
Has he abandoned me?
Does he not care about me?
Does he not want me?
There comes a time when I must block him out of my mind
My grandfather takes over
He takes me to auctions
He takes me to Warrens Place,Fuzzies,The Dakota Club,
His favorite bars on Cherokee St in Leavenworth.
He assigns me duties (chores) that I cannot do
I cannot keep my mind on what he wants me to accomplish
I am teetering between being a small boy
Or a young man and accepting the responsibilities
As the Man of the Family.
Can I be the man it takes?
The man it takes to protect my mother and sis?
The man it takes to make them forget?
The man it takes to make it through the trials of life that lay ahead?
To be continued as life goes on……….
AUTHOR: Keith W. Davis
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