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

“PROMISES”

Blood of a man spills from a wound created,

From a wonderful heart runs blood unseen.

Broken will be our spirits by those we trust,

These are the words of men with no morality.

Promises are made with the slip of a tongue,

Easily spoken from minds without thought.

Hearts and souls, those with no dreams,

They take what they can, from their hands they squeeze.

Promises, promises, words with no character,

From those with no heart, broken, always broken.

Keith Garrett

POOL OF FIRE

Molten Lava, boiling flame, bathtub of hell,

Power so fierce rests below a mountain of death.

How long has it stood on a foundation of heated anger,

A pool of fire waits to touch the surface, it has no mercy.

Explodes without warning, rising, shooting into the waiting sky,

Flowing like a river, down where it takes away that which is in its evil path.

Volcano by name, a hollow mountain of liquid pain,

Erupt wicked mountain, show your hidden face.

Keith Garrett

THROUGH THE SNOW WITH YOU

Riding in this sleigh pulled by horses of white and brown,

With you sweet darling getting lost and never found.

The sky mostly cloudy, cold as the snow begins to fall,

Next to you feeling so warm, to each other a smile.

There’s a house in the distance, a fire burning inside,

Smoke from the chimney as we ride on by.

Just me and you, a dream come true, just me and you,

The trees are silent, run horses, run into the afternoon.

Together is what we do, through the snow with you.

Keith Garrett

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

PLAYGROUND

IN MY MIND

There are times I like to escape from here,

Away from all this mess handed out from life.

Through my dreams’ and Imagination there’s a place to go,

A fantasy created by myself that only I hold.

Come with me on a journey Inside,

To my playground built for me, a place I can hide.

In my mind, I keep out that of which I choose,

Letting In only wishes of my perfect reality.

There’s a land of which I’ve come to find,

It’s a secret place, a playground In my mind.

Keith Garrett

PILLOW BENEATH MY HEAD

The days can be long. life is beautiful, life can be a battle,

Go to work and give all you have to the corporate plan.

The world is so fast now, keep up with the pace,

Fight it if you choose, get left in the dust.

Eyes can get blinded by events of the day,

Deafness to the ears when so much noise is heard.

Like a scary movie or a happy ending may be shown,

The way of the world is to fight and scramble till sleep

And tired takes you away.

I feel so tired and worn out on some days,

When the sun goes down and a shower feels so clean,

A hot dinner made, the lights go out and a pillow beneath my head.

Keith Garrett

PIECES OF THE UNIVERSE

Neutrons, protons, atoms, molecules from a billion years,

Fragments floating through space, Iron, granite, Asteroids are real.

The planets we know by name, ridiculous, they took one away,

Venus and Mars, all the rest including the darkness filled with stars.

A moon that glows, lights up in our night, at times not in sight,

What a sight, a huge ball of fire that warms our life, the sun rises and sets.

Here we have the earth, created by an eternal spirit where we all have our birth,

An amazing place, are there any other worlds like this in an entire universe.

The wind, the rain, the snow with many elements are pieces of the universe,

So many types of stones, particles that have been since the beginning of time.

Pieces of the universe, things still not known or discovered, pieces of life.

Keith Garrett

THE GREATEST TIME

Watching the kids throwing snowballs in the cold,

Snow falling down, clapping their hands, joyful sounds.

Sleds and saucers, laughter rings through the day,

I am here as I am shown the greatest time a child may have.

Making a snowman come to life, snow angels upon the ground,

Watching their dreaming eyes wish upon a star, a lifetime ahead.

Like looking back in time when the magic was more alive, it fades,

The greatest time is watching children fly with no scars to hide.

Keith Garrett