A GAMBLER

Spin the wheel, maybe a roll of the dice,

A bad hand at cards, so it’s said, you’ll lose your shirt.

Bet on a game, football, basketball, baseball, it’s all the same,

Your wallet is empty, credit cards are okay.

Horses are great, this time you feel lucky inside,

At the finish line, a house could be on the line.

Deal in drugs, surely a gambler you’ll be,

If it’s not the law, a dead man you might be.

A car thief is a risk, money at your feet,

End up in prison, oh! what a life you lead.

Ask of a loan shark, a favor please,

Put up your life, no friend indeed.

A gambler, a gambler, in each one of us may be,

What risks do you take for all that you need.

Keith Garrett

A FACE THAT LIES

The devil’s eyes have a face that lies,

It smiles at you with promises so false.

Giving you gifts of sinful things,

Changing your appearance, a picture of greed and evil.

It taunts you into believing that bad is good,

Material belongings are most precious, love not kind.

Stand and be recognized, a face that lies,

Don’t stare in the eyes of what does not cry.

Accept not a wish, not a gift from a demon spirit,

Give not of yourself, in an instance he’ll own your soul.

A face that lies has many by his side,

They walk as you walk, do not be fooled, this is no heavenly stroll to the sky.

Keith Garrett

A MAN WITH AN AXE

Wood needs to be chopped, it sits waiting, many types and sizes,

Fall is in the air, chillier the air turns, work must be done.

A job it is to chop enough wood to warm a home for the Winter,

Must be done, perhaps no fun as it is an accomplishment to be proud.

Stack it in a pile, carry it piece by piece, chopped and split wood for a fire,

A smell, can you take it in, smell the aroma as it’s cut, stronger it grows.

A man with an axe gets this job done, he sweats from morning till the setting sun,

Swinging an axe, working as the cold moves closer,

The wood pile will rise higher.

A man with an axe is strong and determined,

He will succeed because he knows of its need,

When it’s done, a Winter of warmth,

When the setting sun, he knows the job is done.

Keith Garrett

A DIFFERENT KIND OF HOME

I thought about it a little more recently as I stroll through the park,

So sad it is for some of them as they are hard working and lost everything.

For others there are no excuses only bad choices or criminal doing,

Some get lost in the cracks as the help that is for them needed does not care.

We have homeless heroes, how is it possible when they gave their all,

Some are sick and hurt as they lost more than their material life.

A different kind of home they now have, not what they remember,

Let me describe it to you, some of us are a paycheck away, maybe a day.

The roof over their head may be a clear sky or a rainy night,

The walls around them are not the same as they often change.

A couch wherever they sit, a bed wherever they rest their head,

Television set, that which is taken in by their wishing eyes.

A shower for granted taken each day, when will a shower come their way,

gone now is the refrigerator that was, like an animal they search now.

A different kind of home not that they can call their own, they roam,

Circumstances of why, many reasons you see, sadness wears many feet.

Keith Garrett

LISTEN TO THE DRUMBEAT

Thump, thump, hear the sound that makes the world go around,

Feel the pounding of its rhythm, the drum beats hard, the heart beats fast.

Listen to the drum beat that lives inside, listen to music, the drum beat cries,

Boom! boom! echoes through the sky, thunder is the drum, it beats out loud.

Wait for the rumble as the shaking earth trembles with an awesome fear,

Bang! Bang! listen as the sleeping child’s heart comes to life in the dark night.

Bombs and gunfire sing through the war beaten land, thump, thump,

The drum beats slow, the drum beats fast, a mother’s terror as her son dies.

The dancing boxer, hard hit as he is dropped to the floor, beat of his heart,

Thump, thump, boom! boom! goes his heart like the drum beat so slow.

Listen to the drum beat, to the sound of wandering feet, like a drum,

A first breath of life, a slower and slower beat of the fading , going away.

Keith Garrett

” A MOMENT IN THE SUN”

Has It always been mine since the beginning of time,

I was born to run, I was born to chase the wind, so I run.

I’ve walked along the shore, my feet wet in the sand,

Holding hands, by myself I stand alone, a man.

There’s been at times much fun, I am not done,

Friends’ and loved ones vanished as the hour glass runs.

When will It come I ask! this moment, my moment In the sun.

It was yesterday, appeared again today, did I not see,

Tomorrow will I wonder when It Is to be as It lives all around me.

I had dreams of a girl once upon a time, she came to visit me,

She came to say hi, for just a moment in time, a moment gone by.

I’ve had a moment in the sun, a moment to run, to chase the wind,

I’ve had a love whom went away with the passing day, she flies.

My journey takes me to a place but who follows behind,

On another day will catch me, slow down to that which may be.

Keith Garrett

A WHISPER

A soft blowing breeze, Invisible to the eye,

Hear It In your ear, listen to the whisper.

The sun rises, day breaks slowly,

Light replaces the dark, the morning whisper’s.

The kiss from a beautiful woman on your neck,

Warm and soft, gentle as a whisper, a whisper.

A smile shown to you, bright but quiet, silent,

Like a whisper Is breath not seen but heard.

A whisper Is love slightly heard but understood,

A whisper Is real, a whisper Is words between two.

Keith Garrett

A CHANCE TO SEE

A chance to see fore never have I been able to walk in light,

A chance to watch the sun rise as never before seen but dreamed.

A chance to see the trees sway in the wind as the wind never seen,

A chance to see the mountains that I never thought a reality.

A chance to see the clouds so big in the sky drifting slowly by,

A chance to see the waves in the ocean only heard through time.

A chance to walk without a cane, to be free, walk, and see,

A chance to see a smiling face that might smile back at me.

A chance to see all the things that I have always dreamed,

A chance to see what’s never been before these eyes,

A chance, a chance, to see what is in front of me.

Keith Garrett

A BOAT LOST

Slowly floating, adrift in waters so calm,

Why does it have no travelers, alone.

Fog and mist surround this shape of wood,

Where has it been, where does it travel.?

No answers does it give to questions,

Drifting, slowly drifting to a place of nowhere.

Keith Garrett

A PLACE TO DREAM

Away from here, far, far away I disappear,

Possibilities await me, there, only there.

Covered hills of grass so green, just you and me,

Beautiful trees, the warm colorful sun between.

A place to dream where the wind can be seen,

Where the sky can be touched, a place to dream.

A tune to my ears, that which soothes a soul,

A song in my heart, one that speaks words of you.

Hopes and wishes, fantasies or dreams,

Is there such a place for these, a place to dream.

Keith Garrett