I WAS THE LUCKY ONE!
On stage they are stars', from a fan maybe a kiss,
To some calling them lucky, wishing It were them.
At times I've wanted to be someone else, not me,
They were the lucky ones, they had all that I only dreamed.
I watch them holding hands,' to each other a smile,
They are the ones, the lucky ones, who am I?
When a kiss from you I received with a smile,
Was It you they called the lucky one, was It you?.
For every gift I've received, for all that I've given away,
Gods gift of you, I know I was the lucky one.
Keith Garrett
WITH CLOSED EYES
WITH CLOSED EYES
Many things' are noticed when one can't see,
Against our face the wind, or a bird chirping In a tree.
From the air, the sound of a plane soaring by,
Thunder claps as loud as a sonic boom.
People laughing with each other, driving past,
Dogs' barking In a near by yard as they're listened to.
The sound of music heard through an open window,
Two people In love saying goodbye at the door.
There are many, many things' we notice with closed eyes,
Not only the darkness that's with us Inside.
The mind will open at the time our eyes close,
And see more than can be Imagined In this dark world.
Keith Garrett
WHAT DOES THE SKY SEE?
WHAT DOES THE SKY SEE
From up so high looking down upon,
Does the sky see me as I look back.
On the hills' the wind blows' through the trees, and swims' does the ocean,
Is this what the sky sees If only It had eyes.
Can It see the birds' fly,
Or the squirrels' climb the trees In the morning light.
What does the sky see,
n Possibly only what your Imagination dreams'.
Keith Garrett
ZEPHY
ZEPHY
Soft as a gentle kiss, a touch on the skin of a memory In the wind,
A soft breeze, a West wind blowing through the trees, across the sea.
Travels' through the years', not a face does It wear as It whispers,
It can only be seen with eyes that dream, soft as It speaks.
It changes tides, moves past and around what In nature exists,
Night and day, It will go from here and there, place to place.
It Is the zephy, has been since before the time of man,
Energy without form, created by God In heaven, when and how long ago.
For It no beginning, no ending as It howls' through time, not seen but why,
Powerful as It Is with no body or soul, why does It know just where to go.
Keith Garrett
WE’LL MEET BUT NOT UNTIL TOMORROW
WE'LL MEET
BUT NOT UNTIL TOMORROW
You do not know me, we have not yet met, not our today,
I have not met you, I do not yet know who you are, not yet.
You're out there, I can sense you, I can feel you In the wind,
We'll come together one day as strangers' but only for a moment.
Preparations' there are to be made for us to come face to face,
I must heal from this pain created In my heart, a broken heart.
Mentally, and emotionally I am growing, growing towards you,
The future will arrive, you and I side by side, all In good time.
We'll meet but not until tomorrow, yes! darling tomorrow.
Keith Garrett
WHAT CAN A BLIND MAN SEE?
WHAT CAN A BLIND MAN SEE
From the sound of anger, a pictured face from a mind,
A clap of thunder, faces of darkness, a storm on the rise.
The touch of a woman, from her fingertips to his face,
Love can be seen from a man with a heart of dreams'.
A place with no light, what might a man see with no sight,
Only that which he feels', always that which Is real.
What can a blind man see, he sees what Is missing,
Blinded from the eyes of of the ones' whom miss what they see.
Keith Garrett
VOICES
VOICES
Around us, we hear those who speak,
Words and phrases to others' who will hear.
So many different tones from mouths each day,
Softly spoken or In a deep mean way.
Talking a lot Is a way for some,
Fast and unclear Is another way too.
We hear many voices as we spend our day,
Talking about their lives and crying about their pain.
Voices are heard singing songs,
Which makes us happy and brings our emotions outside.
On the phone, there are voices, to us spoken words,
We can't even see them but still they are heard.
Without voices, we will not be heard,
If we are not heard, then there Is silence.
Keith Garrett
POETRY IN MOTION
"POETRY IN MOTION"
Always walking, consistently moving along or active,
Constantly thinking, analyzing things' and people around.
It's motion that keeps my body and mind alive and running,
It can only stop If I stop, I'm a man In motion.
Writing about the world and those In my mind, my wondering mind,
Has given me sight, the ability to visualize and better understand.
Words' have no meaning without the mind to Interpret definition,
Poetry Is song and emotion without Instrumental sound.
A combination of these now lives In me, words' I write,
Motion I have, I am poetry In motion.
Keith Garrett
SUNRISE
SUNRISE
Darkness disappears' as day comes to life,
Footsteps of mine traveling the morning light.
The fog begins' to lift showing the beauty of God,
I walk this way with hope by my side.
Quiet as It's early, fore sleep still lingers,'
On the move are these legs, tired, forever tired.
Rays of light shine through the distant clouds,
Sunrise has a story for a man roaming alone.
Everything has changed as the days' seem the same,
A song, he sings' a song In my ear always heard.
My favorite music from the man from Jersey,
Sunrise, sweet sunrise, each day my journey.
Keith Garrett
STRENGTH AND POWER
STRENGTH AND POWER
With so much force and power am I,
Formed In the beginning, only time knows just why.
I travel and move up and down,
Over and under, my crash forms a sound.
All that lives here answers to me,
These creatures are many, on land they're not to be.
I move along across the sand,
Sometimes I'm sitting calm, other times, high I'll stand.
Everywhere Is seen by me,
I've visited far off places just like thee.
Throughout time many have sailed across my path,
At times kind I am to them but so many have felt my wrath.
I am strength and power, I am the ocean.
Keith Garrett
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