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

NATURAL WONDERS

Way up high upon the mountain I stand watching,

In many directions, I can see, since all things created.

This and all mountains of the world are an amazing sight,

A story for each one, many pages written since the beginning.

See far I do across the world at the oceans, the seven seas of beauty,

A mystery below the waters, so many discoveries yet to come.

From here the deserts are a wonderful sight, from here day and night,

The wonders that live together understand each other throughout time.

The sky and all that is far beyond is seen and dreamed from where I am,

Natural wonders have been thought of and created by a being most powerful.

Keith Garrett

” SHE’ S A DREAMER”

She sits’ under a clear starry night sky,

Praying to the night, wishing, just wishing.

Flowers’ all around this beauty of the night,

Long flowing hair with a body so nice, she.

She’s a dreamer, alone but peaceful, never lonely,

She’s a dreamer, happiness lives within this princess.

Keith Garrett

MYTHICAL TALES

Castles of knights so long ago, a far off land, a sword in a stone,

Dragons that fly across the sky, fire they breathe, burns the night.

Wizards dressed in robes of black, stars and moons on their backs,

Spells from a book, potions brewed up special in a pot of fire so black.

Sorcerer’s that cast upon the land an evil presence of giants so bad,

Legends of stories told from times of so old, kings and queens, guillotines.

Mythical tales and magical scenes only dreamed from minds of fairytale stories,

Possibly, Imaginations so real that just maybe once upon a time in another world.

Mythical tales from generation to generation, a place of old England,

Were there things once so real turned to tales and not believed again.

Keith Garrett

MYTHICAL GHOSTS
Keith Garrett
In our minds do they live, exist only in our dreams,

Gaze out into the night, beyond the stars in the dark.

Remember as a child you would put a tooth under your pillow,

As you slept a fairy would visit and replace it with riches.

Mother nature we do not see as a mortal but live within her,

She is known by all with the changing seasons of time.

As you drift off into slumber it is he whom watches over,

A man whom possesses a dreaming sand for a believer.

Grants does he the gift of love so fine from an arrow,

Only Imagine this ghost fore he is forever cupid.

He’s as old as the universe, he’s of the beginning,

He knows of life, the name is father time.

A cold sort of spirit, he exists from a myth,

When the freeze of night comes, lives does Jack Frost.

Eggs in a basket, colored and decorated for a child,

Jelly beans and treats from an Easter bunny not seen.

Last but not least, a jolly old man with a beard so white,

He gives to the world on Christmas Eve, Santa Claus.

MY THOUGHTS OF YOU

The hours that I spend alone are lonely,

It is true but they are always bearable because I think of you.

They can not be the same as when I look into your eyes,

And yet they help to lift my soul and brighten all the skies.

There is no thought or vision that can ever take your place,

Or photograph to substitute for your endearing face.

There is no song as soothing or a memory so sweet,

As just to listen to your voice whenever we may meet.

But there are times when we must part and a dream must do,

And then I gather comfort from my loving thoughts of you.

The end   My father, Leon Russell Garrett

MY NAME IS KEITH,

I AM STRONG!

I’ve been through challenges that have tested me,

There’s no choice to give up, this I can see.

There are those whom may try to weaken my spirit,

Keep on going is what I’ll do fore my mind will not hear of it.

I am a man and a good person too,

Nothing can keep me down, strong am I each day through.

Too better myself is how I will win,

I survive every day because my name is Keith and I am strong.

Keith Garrett

MY HOMETOWN

Nineteen sixty two is when my life began,

Born in the Winter in a snowy Eastern land.

Amesbury, Massachusetts so far from where I am,

The past comes to visit me, memories of a man.

A mother, a father, one still lives on,

Father of a child went away while I was young.

I think of a home, a place in the snow,

Icicles hanging from the roof, a snowman standing tall.

Batman, on a small bike I did ride,

Snow covered branches, lightning in the sky.

Building blocks of many shapes and colors,

A monsters head rests on my dresser, Herman was his name.

Names I remember, where are they now,

A best friend by the name of Proventure, Donnie it was you.

Bonnie was his sister, Hamilton’s I recall,

Two brothers, Johnny and Jimmy, a sister I now know.

A hill by the name of Poe or pole, a dream in the snow,

Grapes on the vines, tree branches below,

My hometown of Amesbury, so long ago.

Keith Garrett

MY HOME IN A CAVE

The world that I’ve known has been left behind, not much left,

Destroyed by men who lead countries, those of great ignorance.

They all wanted to rule the world, well! there’s little now to rule,

The mighty dollar is worth not much at this point in time, listen why.

We as humans took for granted a world, a life given by God, we gave up,

Technology and discovery would be of value if it was used for good and right.

We abused it, bombs and chemicals were created for power, us against them,

Our world was being poisoned long before these weapons of mass destruction were born.

Animals being poisoned with substances that would cause an epidemic of illness,

My home in a cave is now my only peace, Back to basics, back to where we once were.

I have only that which is needed to barely survive in this new world created by man,

There has not been a soul seen by me at this time, I’m in charge now, I make decisions.

Starting over doing the right things is where I need to begin, my home in a cave, a fire is made.

Keith Garrett

MY HAUNTING

It terrifies me, visits whenever it wants too, it won’t let me go,

In my restful sleep, it does know me, a powerful force of doom.

I am the hunted victim of this relentless monster with no sympathy,

I remember the day when it found my life, it’s here, go away I say.

My haunting troubles my mind as my body has no control over this,

The fear when it attacks is like no other, no explanation of its pain.

Describing it impossible as it can only be told like this, HELLISH FEAR!

Only in one’s mind, it has been said, panic not so real feels so real.

My haunting is a creature without a face, how ugly it must be,

I fight to make it go away, I’ll find its weakness, is its weakness me?

Keith Garrett