IS CONTAGIOUS A SMILE?

Walk up and down the street, see their faces of grief,

So many expressions of life and what the day brings.

Wondering at times as passing them by, I can try,

To catch their eyes staring back, I give a smile.

Some give nothing back as they stroll quickly along,

Is contagious a smile, passed on from person to person,

If so, to the world let this be forever known.

Keith Garrett

INVISIBLE MOMENTS

Not to be seen, noticed among the crowded streets,

Too walk a chosen road, dreaming and not seen.

Just a little time to be left alone, on my own,

Not a sound I’ll make or attention I’ll create.

Invisible moments, there will be no picture or scene,

No description of a man, all around me will be.

At times not to be before these eyes anything,

Not an unwanted sound, nothing all around.

The soul needs moments of peace, a slower pace,

Escape from the fast pace of the human race.

Invisible moments, quiet times under a forgotten tree,

In an empty field of grass, I’m not known to be.

Keith Garrett

INSIDE THE DOORS

From the middle sixties, the doors were made,

Four long haired boys from Venice would show the way they could play.

The voice of this band with a moaning pain to his sound,

Was a genius as he sang the poetry that came from within.

A noise that groans from the instrument that he played,

The group’s guitarist, still here today.

Great on the Organ, he played with a wail,

Back from a time when music was wild,

Ray Manzarek in heaven, back together with Jim.

Steady on the drums with a beat that goes on,

Their drummer was he, not yet has he gone.

Roaring out his songs with the magic of their music,

Dance on fire, break on through is what this man would say to you.

He sang his poetry with an unknown rage,

Intense and highly emotional is the impression he made.

A place once visited by this poet some use to know,

Many years from here, the Whiskey- a Go-Go.

I won’t be around forever he would say,

Jim left the planet on a warm Summer day.

Jim Morrison, Robby Krieger, Ray Manzarek, John Densmore.

By Keith Garrett

INSIDE MY PAINTING

I’m finished, this is my masterpiece as seen through my eyes,

I’ve created many scenes between those dreams inside me.

Step inside my painting to a world of hopes and dreams,

Colors beautiful, whatever is your choice, a favorite one indeed.

Inside my painting live scenes of forests and woods of fantasy,

Lakes and rivers filled with water where swimming and drinking are safe.

Painted are places of love and happiness that have slowly disappeared,

Inside my painting, you’ll find hills to climb, get lost in your own mind.

Can you imagine mountains standing so tall without a layer of dirt above,

Not in my painting will you ever find this, stay as long as you like.

With a brush in my hand, the world is mine to mold and create a better place,

Close these tired, everyday eyes and go away to a painted land and sky.

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

INNOCENCE OF THE CHILD

Laying down, first moments of life, the child smiles,

Magic to their eyes as the mobile turns round and round.

Everything that is seen full of wonder and the beginning dreams,

That ride in the stroller, a voyage beyond the yard world known.

Stories told from a colorful picture book, wow! is this all real,?

Butterflies of beauty float outside our window, fly butterfly.

Cartoons are not a fantasy, they are not pretend to the child,

A shiny coin, hidden treasure, a box of crackerjacks holds a prize.

Life is forever to the innocent child, never, never land is out there,

The innocence of a child lives a short span in a world of reality.

Keith Garrett

INDIAN BRAVE

From ancestors, traditions handed down,

Taught by a father, lessons from a chief.

Their way was not the white mans’ way,

Born on the land, that which was precious.

That which was sacred, heart of the Indian,

Fought for that which was believed in.

They hunted for food, they did not waste,

Used the land to survive all the days.

An Indian brave, a warrior man,

Afraid not of death, fore another life they will have.

Keith Garrett

IN THE LIGHT

Fully having faith Is to believe that you know no matter what happens,

To find out that you are dying and may suffer through It all or go quickly

That there Is a better place, you will not ever again be In pain or sad.

You will not lay In a dark box alone with no breath afraid forever,

When you die what happens If you choose to stay, not want to go away.?

In the light, Is that where we are supposed to go, how will we know,?

What’s there In the light, Is It a path to the creator of all life.?

In the light will we see a spectacular sight, will there be family waiting,

In the light things are not known until It be our time to go.

When It’s time, with faith you’ll walk In the light without fright.

Keith Garrett

IN THE EVENING

Darkness falls, the sun drifts off to sleep in this part of the land,

Dinner is served as hunger rests in my stomach and mind.

I’m tired as this is my time to relax and enjoy shows of the night,

Comedy is my friend as I forget the hardship and worldly problems.

A candle glowing on a table is a peaceful sight in this room with soft light,

The crickets can be heard from the yard in the evening quiet.

Slowly fading into a beautiful dream state on the couch with a drink,

The blinds are closed and the door opened as the lights are turned out.

A snack and thoughts of the coming days and all that may be are dreamed,

In the evening I can lay in the dark, close my eyes and drift off to different sounds.

In the evening I am at peace as the dark, quiet, world soothes my never ending soul.

Keith Garrett

IN THE DARK OF NIGHT

I can hear the neighbor’s child cry, what’s going on in a house nearby,?

A walk with their dog does a couple that hopes for peace in the clear night.

The moon so full is a light that guides those in need through the night,

Animals that come to life in the dark are seldom seen with the human eye.

In the dark of night who is it that wanders with no conscience inside,

Porch lights are everywhere warning that there are those watching tonight.

Warm air turns to cool as sitting on a bench in my yard is a beautiful thought,

In the dark of night, there may be fright, happiness, or delight.

A quiet peaceful, experience as within the dark is but a soft light,

In the dark of night, there is much to discover if alone or with another.

Keith Garrett