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

MUSIC OF THE EAGLES

Talent and experience shows in their sound,

In the hall of fame is where they are found.

Multiple instruments most of them play,

This comes out of the music into our day.

Such a gift given to one’s life,

To share with the world tunes that they write.

Close your eyes and to the music just listen,

Know now in your mind this thing that’s been missing.

As Steuart gets them going with his electric guitar,

The rest do their own thing, that’s just who they are.

Whether it be rock, or country, maybe a love song or two,

Music of the Eagles is what’s listened too.

Steuart Smith, Glen Frey, Don Henley, Joe Walsh, Timothy B. Schmit.

Keith Garrett

MY HANDS’, YOUR HANDS’

I am In the light but you do not see, take these hands’,

Hold them to your sweet, loving face, feel their warmth.

My hands’ are strong but gentle as they touch your skin,

From my hands’ can you feel my heart, see me tonight.

Give me your hands’, let me hold them, touch them to my face,

Give me your hands’ so that I may press them against my heart.

Your hands’ are soft, they feel warm when I hold them,

Take my hands’ as I take yours’ take this heart, show me yours’.

My eyes to your eyes, my touch with your touch, In the light,

Take my hands’ and give me your hands’, tonight In the light.

Keith Garrett

MY BOOK OF POEMS

I’ve invited you and so grateful that you all have taken

Many beautiful and adventurous journeys into my book of poems,

We have traveled together above the sky, to the moon and beyond.

Walks together along many beaches sharing thoughts of the world,

You’ve seen my dreams, stood in the night under a full moon with me.

We traveled together back in time to places my memory could still find,

Across the ocean, walks down the street, high up into the mountains we went.

In times of trouble, moments of pain it has been you who have walked with me,

Trips to lands of fantasy, back in time to towns of no more you followed my path.

Western towns, farms, and ranches where horses ran with the wind, we together saw,

Spooky places, haunted houses, monsters wandered and ghosts were there in the night.

Magical things, Knights and warriors from across the sea, you were there with me,

Cowboys riding the range, western legends that live only in history, wars that died.

Winter scenes and sleigh rides through snowy woods, Christmas dreams, did you see,

Rock and roll stars, actors of fame, people of reality that are no more to be seen,

Thank you for going to all these places with me, for getting to know something about me.

Keith Garrett

MR, CAN YOU SPARE A DIME?

I am a human being, Dirty is usually my clothes,

Don’t judge me by the way I look, I have something to say.

I was born to this world equal to all other women and men,

The road we’re on isn’t always our road chosen but we move on.

Many days and nights experiencing life have made me who I am,

Choices of my own desire, mistakes of foolishness have put me where I stand.

Did I try not hard enough, perhaps my brain did not have a steady plan,

Inside of me, there exists a heart of a human, treat me like I matter if you can.

Mr, can you spare me a dime? I’ll be forever grateful whether you believe it or not,

To you a dime is nothing, wondering do you what this coin can possibly do for me.

A collection from this as the embarrassment may not show helps me greatly thank you,

Mr, can you spare a dime? If so then my day will be fine, Mr, can you spare a dime.?

MOUNT YOUR HORSES

More than two sides, men will die throughout the south,

Raise your swords, fire your guns, will this be your last rising sun.?

You fight for what, willing to die for a cause, do you know for what,

Is it really civil, this war between the states, what did you gain.?

Mount your horses!, draw your swords, ride into the devil’s woods,

Uniforms of difference, colors that separate which side you’re on.

Homes would be burned, this battle among you not on distant land,

Neighbor against neighbor, brothers, and cousins fighting hand to hand.

Mount your horses!, ride between the darkness and trees, cold it may be,

Blood against blood, the innocent will surely be a victim and die in the dust.

Cannon fire, bodies of men, women, and children scattered across the states,

When it’s over who will remember what this was all about, blood spilled for what.?

Keith Garrett

MOTHER, DON’T LET ME DIE!

I’m a child, only a child who lies here under rubble, dying,

This I did not ask for but fate rests in gods powerful hands.

I’m afraid fore I am in such pain, why! oh why must I die,?

The earth exploded with a thundering sound all around.

Lord as I lie here it is that I think of my mother, oh! mother,

Please take this from me, the fear and the pain, I’m coming.

Mother!, don’t let me die, I need you tonight at my side,

Tears run down this little girls face, mother, don’t let me die.

If I must go then please to heaven make it so, let me go,

Mother!, Mother!, please don’t cry, mother, don’t let me die.

Keith Garrett