REMEMBER THIS MAN

He lived in a time of war and pain,

A knight of a King, a warrior with a name.

On an Island that rests across the sea,

Remember this man who fought in old England.

Centuries ago, stories of old, a time of blood,

Lived by the sword, a fighting man on a horse.

What was his name, does it matter this day,

Did he sacrifice, did this man make a change.

What was accomplished by the blood on his sword,

He killed for a King, a man on a throne.

Tears in his eyes, perhaps on the day he did die,

With his last breath did he ask forgiveness to the sky.

Keith Garrett

RAGS TO RICHES

He went to rags after some unexpected events,

Wandering the streets with not so much to eat.

Down on his luck with not more than a buck,

Things would change in a most unusual way.

A chance to prove he was smarter than a fool,

He rose from the dirty ground, smarter than he knew.

On top of the world, a financial breakthrough be told,

A story of losing all you have, rags to riches, maybe back.

Keith Garrett

I’M ALIVE!

My heart beats’, Each breath taken Is a breath to be not taken for granted,

The blood runs’ through my veins’ as every moment Is a moment I’ll see.

There’s a fragrance of herbs’ In the garden, life lives around me, darling,

The wind Is felt upon my face as I watch the sun move across the open sky.

Something lost and something gained as another day slips away,

Never knowing what to expect from another morning born, I’m alive!.

The air we take In Isn’t for free, the price we pay to live In Gods’ mystery,

Love holds’ no promises, love comes to stay and love drifts away, I’m alive.

We are the fortunate ones’ If the chance Is for us to laugh or cry one more time,

share a kiss, a hug, take that last walk with a love along the ocean shore, once more.

I’d just like to say I’m alive!, “yes darling” every day I’m alive!.

Keith Garrett

QUITTER

He gave up on himself as he did on others,

To try something of a challenge gave him much fear.

Instead of standing tall and helping a fellow human being

He gave up, it was too much trouble for him,

He did not understand the worth of either one.

He did not become strong by facing his fear,

Nor a good and decent man because he never cared about much.

There was good in him but he took not the time to work on

Or overcome difficult tasks,

The path he walked became quiet and lonely.

Because he was known as a quitter and never gave,

In return, not a soul cared to help him,

They also in return gave up on him.

He was quit on, as he was the quitter.

Keith Garrett

QUIETLY LONELY

Into the mist, through the trees, walking barefoot,

Leaves beneath my cold feet, leaves of brown and green.

The sun does not shine as the fog creeps across the land,

Making its way through these lonely woods deep in nowhere.

What is alive as the morning awakes to a quiet day, this day,

So old are these woods, what tales they may tell of yesterday.

Ghosts of the past, people whom once were, they who lived here,

Quietly lonely as I think and dream, just quietly lonely.

Keith Garrett

QUIET SOUNDS

A butterfly floats through the air,

Up the tree, a squirrel climbs high.

A far off plane, hear it far away,

The meow of a cat, water in a stream.

The whisper in the ear of a loving girl,

Ticking of a clock, time of the world.

A flag slowly blowing in the breeze,

Leaves falling from a tree, that’s what I mean.

Slowly a fire burns, crackling of the wood,

Quiet sounds of peace, these things that are good.

Keith Garrett

QUALITY OF LIFE

When we are young for granted we take running till day is done,

Strong legs and energy, so fortunate if you are without sickness.

Adjust do we our every day in different ways as we wear down, decay,

Push on through, never surrendering to age or time, we do let go.

Quality of life, that’s how we wish to live, pain free and happy,

We all live a different lifestyle, our individual way of living each day.

Quality of life, it can change in a flash, an accident, disaster, disease,

Life is a special gift, our quality of life means much to us, to live or exist.

How good is life when you feel sick or can’t enjoy your daily activities,

We all have or will one day acquire those things, ailments that will limit us.

Appreciate the health you have and run, play, see everything while you can.

Keith Garrett

THE GREATEST GIFT

What is a gift, a wrapped present for a birthday,

Wedding poems from those who do in fact love.

Watch as the sun rises each day, feel its warmth,

Feel the wind all around you, breathe the air.

See as the rain falls upon the plants and trees,

Look to the sky and wish you could touch the moon and stars.

The ocean wanders all around, listen as it roars,

Put your feet in the sand, laugh a little more.

The mountains are a beautiful sight, touch them,

The desert is another wonder to behold, open your eyes.

The greatest gift I wonder, might it be the compassion of others, the care of friends,

I thought of this today as I felt stress and fear,

There are many good things, the miracles of the Winter are some.

The greatest gift of all is a breath of life every day.

Keith Garrett

PUT THE GUNS AWAY

Listen closely to this story as I see it, from a very long time ago,

In 1132 the Chinese knew about gunpowder, a tool, no, a weapon.

The first handheld gun was called an arquebus then, of course, the musket,

Many men had to try something, the invention of the rifle, the shotgun.

Congratulations! if they were used only for hunting but no, good became evil,

To this day they’ve been used for much criminal activity, too hurt and kill.

What happened to the days when they were used to feed your family,

Then came the sports hunter, killing just for the prize, a head hung high.

The police have them so that they can stop the ones who shouldn’t,

Children are using them every day in other countries just to survive.

The bullets ring out from the years no longer here, guns don’t die,

Guns don’t kill, people kill people because of fear, anger, and stupidity.

The noise needs to stop, it has put many a human being in their graves,

Unload your weapons, they’ll sing out in heaven, put the guns away.

War after war with much more advanced weaponry that will destroy,

In the end, there will be no more world, put the guns away.

Keith Garrett

PUPPETS AND CLOWNS

Dressed up each day in what we are to where for the man,

For work not for play, everyday survival, an outfit, our costume.

A ritual practiced, obey fore to be compensated,

With the printed paper handed to us so that we are of worth.

We’re to let them pull our strings, dance and put on a certain face,

Puppets and clowns humiliating and a sad disgrace.

We’re to have no real thoughts of our own,

Speak so that they do not hear,

Put on an act for those who are made up of power, false power.

Puppets and clowns, puppets and clowns, are we they,?

Turn it around, is the world upside down, we have no strings,

We dance for no one, only for fun.

Keith Garrett