WHEN THE CLOCK STOPS
It measures our time, an hourglass in our mind,
All are not equal, not the same amount of sand.
A timepiece which shows our days, hour by hour,
With the sun we plan our existence minute by minute.
Everything is measured from the creation of time,
When the clock stops we drift into a consciousness of
Another kind.
Keith Garrett
Author: Man of many thoughts
LEPRECHAUN
LEPRECHAUN
A small, mischievous, Elf, dressed in green attire,
Belts of black, boots perhaps of the same color.
From Irish folklore, it has been said they have been
,
Seen roaming the Irish countryside, these wee folk.
Members of a clan, they invaded Ireland, banished to
Live underground,
Standing only two to three feet tall, these devious
Characters.
Quick witted, Intelligent, they evade capture from humans.
They live in underground caves with entrances or a hollow
Trunk of a fairy tree.
It is said that wishes of three have been granted to some
That leave them to be,
They are known for their love of Irish music and dance,
Instruments played.
Tin whistle, the fiddle, Bodhran, and the Irish harp, a look
With beards and pipes,
Shoemakers they are, believed because of all the dance
They do,
To catch one of the wee folk is nearly impossible as they are
Smart with magical powers.
Vanish into thin air they can, a pot of gold is a most possible
Dream,
You'll hear an Irish Leprechaun before you'll ever see one,
They have a fondness for drinking Irish Poitin, catch one if
You can.
Happy St. Patricks Day,
Keith Garrett
LEPRECHAUN
LEPRECHAUN
A small, mischievous, Elf, dressed in green attire,
Belts of black, boots perhaps of the same color.
From Irish folklore, it has been said they have been
,
Seen roaming the Irish countryside, these wee folk.
Members of a clan, they invaded Ireland, banished to
live underground,
Standing only two to three feet tall, these devious characters,
Quick witted, Intelligent, they evade capture from humans.
They live in underground caves with entrances or a hollow
Trunk of a fairytree,
It is said that wishes of three have been granted to some that
Leave them be.
They are known for their love of Irish music and dance,
Instruments played,
Tin whistle, the fiddle, Bodhran, and the Irish harp, a look with
Beards and pipes.
Shoemakers they are, believed because of all the dance they do,
To catch one of the wee folk is nearly impossible as they are
Smart with magical powers.
Vanish into thin air they can, a pot of gold is a most possible dream.
You'll hear an Irish Leprechaun before you'll ever see one,
They have a fondness for drinking Irish Poitin, catch one if you can.
Happy St. Patricks Day,
Keith Garrett
YOU WERE MOM
YOU WERE MOM
I can't quite remember when I first opened my eyes,
From that moment you were always by my side, mother
Of mine.
You held me when I was hungry, fed me as I drifted back
To sleep,
Made me feel secure, washed me and made sure I was
always clean.
When I woke from a scary dream it was you who took away
My fearful screams,
You were there when I was down, near and always around,
You were mom.
You taught me about the things that I should know, about
The world as I would grow,
You were a friend, a companion, but most of all, you were
My mother, you were mom.
Memories I will never forget, I would trade them all for one
More day, you went away,
I will see you again in a different kind of land, you were mom,
thanks for all that you were.
Keith
You were there when I was down, near and always around, you were mom.
You taught me about the things that I should know, about the world as I would grow,
You were a friend, companion, but most of all, you were my mother, you were mom.
Memories I will never forget, I would trade them all for one more day, you went away,
I will see you again in a different kind of land, you were mom, thanks for all that you were.
Keith Garrett
A THANK YOU TO A VALENTINE INDEED
A THANK YOU TO A VALENTINE,
INDEED
As children in school over f0rty nine years since passed
We were,
We find ourselves here in the future, through facebook we
Met again.
From Indiana you traveled, i remember you standing there
In my yard,
From boy and girl we in our own way have journey'd, here
We now are.
Through pain and struggles fore life is a roller coaster ride,
We ride,
You're there when I fall asleep, again when I awake to a
Hopeful new day.
You are the one whom does stand by my side when life
Becomes tough,
Each day is real, not always full of magic or a fantasy story
Told, Indeed.
There is not a number for the things that you do, can not
Count that high,
We are not of perfection, not a fairy tale you see, we are
You and me,
For all that you are and do, a thank you to a valentine,
Indeed so true.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY,
KIM
SUPER BATTLEFIELD
There's a war on, it's been planned,
Strategies have been worked on, enemy close at hand.
Two Generals who do know of each other,
One's arm is his cannon, the other a fighter.
They're gearing up fore it's time to stand and fight,
Strap on their armor, weapons are of many.
Through pain or blood or the dark, cold, of night,
They do not surrender on this battlefield of might.
Armies of two, strong and fearless they march,
Until one is laying on the field, battle rages on.
This is a battlefield like no other,
Strength and speed, mistakes must be few.
A near perfect game plan, a prayer, and some hope,
To the victor, a field taken, champions proud,
They will stand tall.
Keith Garrett
SUPER BATTLEFIELD
SUPER BATTLEFIELD
There's a war on, it's been planned,
Strategies have been worked on, enemy close at hand.
Two Generals who do know of each other,
One's arm is his cannon, the other a fighter.
They're gearing up fore it's time to stand and fight,
Strap on their armor, weapons are of many.
Through pain or blood or the dark, cold, of night,
They do not surrender on this battlefield of might.
Armies of two, strong and fearless they march,
Until one is laying on the field, battle rages on.
This is a battlefield like no other,
Strength and speed, mistakes must be few.
A near perfect game plan, a prayer, and some hope,
To the victor, a field taken, champions proud,
They will stand tall.
Keith Garrett
SUPER BATTLEFIELD
SUPER BATTLEFIELD
There's a war on, it's been planned,
Strategies have been worked on, enemy close at hand.
Two Generals who do know of each other,
One's arm is his cannon, the other a fighter.
They're gearing up fore it's time to stand and fight,
Strap on their armor, weapons are of many.
Through pain or blood or the dark, cold, of night,
They do not surrender on this battlefield of might.
Armies of two, strong and fearless they march,
Until one is laying on the field, battle rages on.
This is a battlefield like no other,
Strength and speed, mistakes must be few.
A near perfect game plan, a prayer, and some hope,
To the victor, a field taken, champions proud,
They will stand tall.
Keith Garrett
SNOWFLAKES
SNOWFLAKES
They fall from the sky with not a number to describe,
Not one is the same as they go their own certain way.
Rain on down, floating to a destination where they join
As one,
Watch as they float, their life span may be of a moment in time.
Snowflakes appear from the clouds, cold as they find their way
Down,
From a snowflake there is not a sound, snowflakes are forever
Around.
Keith Garrett
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