MICHAEL,

LITTLE BOY LOST

So young when daddy expected you to be a man,

The world wanted you so away was taken a boy’s childhood.

Sent down from heaven, a special gift to share with the world,

Your name would be Michael, a story for you to tell.

Little boy, little boy, a smile so bright on your face,

Happiness and peace desired for this human race.

With magical energy, you danced around the world,

Songs from the heart, Michael! you’ve gone away.

As you grew up you learned to be a child,

Bringing joy to those children who had not a smile.

Little boy lost, now you’ve been found,

Dancing and singing beyond the stars far away.

A smile and some laughter remembered on a face,

Michael, dear Michael you are home, in heaven, you rest.

Keith Garrett

PARTY UNDER THE MOON

In the dark of night, we gather for a celebration on this night,

Old friends from a lifetime ago, days of old, family now grown.

A slight breeze to this evening, a clear night, stars are bright,

Peaceful is the scene, smiles all around as if in a dream.

Take a look up high into the unbelievable sky, a party tonight,

Party under the moon, a full, glowing, moon that lights up life.

Handshakes from one to another, from children to adults we are,

Party under the moon, a get together from so many moons ago.

Keith Garrett

NO ROOM TO MOVE

Will it come to be, more cars, people multiply so fast,

Take away the land and raise the buildings high, so high.

Crowded streets, bodies standing feet to feet,

Standing in line all the time, the lines get longer, wasted time.

The freeways are slow moving, one day will they just freeze,

No room to move, no space to breathe, sardines in a can are we.

Houses today rowed up like dominoes, to close for peace,

Along the sidewalks nothing but cars and debris that I see.

The sky is crowded, noise and traffic of its own, progress is said,

Ships throughout our oceans, no room to move, no room to move.

Keith Garrett

MAN ON A CORNER

Watching the sun go down, his stare seemed beyond the sky,

A child so young, from this corner he saw them light up in the night,

Run with your friends as the sun rises in the early morning light.

I have seen a man on a corner since my days of chasing butterflies,

Where is it that he goes, what thoughts clutter his mind on many days.

He begins back in time when he too watched a man on a corner,

Playing many childish games, we ran until the sun set in the sky,

Today as the children play it is I who becomes a man on a corner.

Keith Garrett

MAN ON A CORNER

Watching the sun go down, his stare seemed beyond the sky,

A child so young, from this corner he saw them light up in the night,

Run with your friends as the sun rises in the early morning light.

I have seen a man on a corner since my days of chasing butterflies,

Where is it that he goes, what thoughts clutter his mind on many days.

He begins back in time when he too watched a man on a corner,

Playing many childish games, we ran until the sun set in the sky,

Today as the children play it is I who becomes a man on a corner.

Keith Garrett

MYTHICAL TALES

Castles of knights so long ago, a far off land, a sword in a stone,

Dragons that fly across the sky, fire they breathe, burns the night.

Wizards dressed in robes of black, stars and moons on their backs,

Spells from a book, potions brewed up special in a pot of fire so black.

Sorcerer’s that cast upon the land an evil presence of giants so bad,

Legends of stories told from times of so old, kings and queens, guillotines.

Mythical tales and magical scenes only dreamed from minds of fairytale stories,

Possibly, Imaginations so real that just maybe once upon a time in another world.

Mythical tales from generation to generation, a place of old England,

Were there things once so real turned to tales and not believed again.

Keith Garrett

MANY POEMS WRITTEN

It’s been many seasons since a pen in hand has written a first,

A poem about dark times, running from everything horrible.

Today may be a fantasy poem or something about a dream,

In between the world, I have seen, traveled within my mind.

Hear from me all the great and wonderful places I have been,

Listen as I also tell you of sadness and hiding from the world.

I’ve been to the moon, seen the universe from a different view,

Climbed the top of mountains, across the ocean to many lands.

From a long time ago, I have traveled to places of farms and the old

I’ve seen monsters, things of legends, and scary stories told.

Sleigh rides through the snow, to the north pole I have flown,

I have seen the boss on stage singing songs of my choice and desire.

I have been everywhere and seen everything, I have traveled with the wind,

I have ridden with cowboys across the open range, another time and place.

Free to be, many poems written in a world that only I can only see.

Keith Garrett

JUST A WHISPER

When an evening breeze passes by, like a whisper,

In the night watch the stars, they move, a whisper.

The earth spins without a sound, just a whisper,

High in the sky a plane soars by, hear its whisper.

Breathing in the dark, she sleeps, a whisper heard,

Animals in the dark night wander, a quiet whisper.

A beautiful sound, just a whisper down the hall,

An echo through the hills, a whisper so long.

Listen beyond all the noise, just a whisper is fine.

Keith Garrett

“JONATHAN”

Jealousy for a young girl would soon turn to grief,

Wishing selfishly that her newborn brother would never be.

Through coincidence and reasons only God knows, a brother dies,

Believing in her heart and mind that her bad thoughts are to blame

She travels far, high upon a mountain where closer to God she might be.

Tired, so very tired as she lays herself down upon the mountain ground,

Before she sleeps a prayer she makes to God for her brothers’ life in place of her own.

When the morning light shines this child awakes covered in warmth and a man with a smile,

Where did he come from as he asks how she slept and a bowl of hot porridge offered to her?

He asks of her journey there, he is a most unusual sort of man who appears to possess much wisdom,

She speaks of her conversation with God as he listens with a look of great understanding.

“What is your name she asks,” I am Jonathan! this is my mountain and you are far from home,

I wanted to be as high as possible so that God would hear me when I said I was sorry.

Listen, child! It’s not your fault, he has made his decision, your brother with him, you with your family,

Was this a miracle that a father found his daughter high on a mountain, was he shown the way,

Where was Jonathan, was he an angel,? she shared time with him, never again was he seen.

Keith Garrett

INSIDE MY BOOK

A life of thoughts lay in words beyond this cover,

Places I have seen or dreamed are remembered here.

Imagination, fantastic stories created from this mind,

So many places visited, each day a scene made up or recalled.

Inside my book are worlds not seen but for me dreamed,

There are those special lands where I once stood as a child.

Inside my book, there are things revealed about love and pain,

Friends thought of whom are between these pages, not seen.

That who I am rests here behind a cover, on paper saved,

My creation of emotion, fantasy, and dreams shared always.

Keith Garrett