JUST A WHISPER

When an evening breeze passes by, like a whisper,

In the night watch the stars, they move, a whisper.

The earth spins without a sound, just a whisper,

High in the sky a plane soars by, hear its whisper.

Breathing in the dark, she sleeps, a whisper heard,

Animals in the dark night wander, a quiet whisper.

A beautiful sound, just a whisper down the hall,

An echo through the hills, a whisper so long.

Listen beyond all the noise, just a whisper is fine.

Keith Garrett

JUST A THOUGHT FROM ME

I want to sit down by a creek where quiet sounds live,

Trees cover me with shade, listen to the water that moves.

A quiet breeze fills the air, leaves falling down around me,

I can close my eyes and still see the beauty like a dream.

Just a thought from me as I lay here on a bed of grass,

A better world is imagined from my mind, I feel fine,

Just a thought from me as I am alone with peace.

Keith Garrett

JUST A LONELY, OLD MAN

Maniac, crazy is the name given to him by a town,

This man with a long beard of gray, coat, and cane.

His house is said to be haunted, dark all around,

Weathered with cobwebs, many creeks, the only sound.

Just a lonely, old man whom at times may cry in the night,

Bitter from a loss, on his own hiding in his home.

Misunderstood, judged as he looks, his own heart and fears,

Just a lonely, old man with a lifetime within himself.

Keith Garrett

jUNGLE MUSIC

Take a fantastic journey into their world,

The birds so exotic watching high in the trees.

Sounds come from hidden places of darkness,

Snakes slither and hang from tree branches.

Tigers and panthers roam quietly for prey,

Monkey’s sing out as apes go their own way.

Insects fly far and wide, an Aardvark is noticed,

Baboons speak a different way, Chetah’s on the prowl.

Chimps or Cougars, Elephants so loud,

Watch for a Gorilla, a Hyena is found.

A Jaguar is seen searching the grounds,

Climbing a tree, a Koala is around.

A Leopard has spots and talks his own way,

As for the Mongoose, what does he say?

Wild dogs and Wolverines, Zebras and birds,

Jungle music is played, they all know the tune.

Keith Garrett

JUDGED AND JAILED

My quest for peace should be an easily obtained request,

I am one whom may be of anger but is not of violence.

Ask only do I to be left alone when so desired,

If not left alone as I’ve asked then on the defense I am.

When walking then I am on the move in my own space,

To be stopped, detained without respect or decency

Will be a warning of much dislike.

When quiet and of no threat, it is that I am called unfriendly,

These words spoken from lips of those of ignorance and judgment.

There are two faces, two different sides to the world,

To be judged and jailed does not have to mean of guilt.

False sentences, deception, motives of one’s dark side,

This can be a prison without walls or a locked door.

There’s an invisible jury, one that can not be seen,

It lives among us each day, why does it not go away.

My quest for peace has been long searched for,

It lives within me as my walls are built brick, by brick,

I am the guard, I hold the key, nothing can take this from me.

Keith Garrett

“JONATHAN”

Jealousy for a young girl would soon turn to grief,

Wishing selfishly that her newborn brother would never be.

Through coincidence and reasons only God knows, a brother dies,

Believing in her heart and mind that her bad thoughts are to blame

She travels far, high upon a mountain where closer to god she might be.

Tired, so very tired as she lays herself down upon the mountain ground,

Before she sleeps a prayer she makes to god for her brothers’ life in place of her own.

When the morning light shines this child awakes covered in warmth and a man with a smile,

Where did he come from as he asks how she slept and a bowl of hot porridge offered to her?

He asks of her journey there, he is a most unusual sort of man who appears to possess much wisdom,

She speaks of her conversation with God as he listens with a look of great understanding.

“What is your name she asks,” I am Jonathan! this is my mountain and you are far from home,

I wanted to be as high as possible so that God would hear me when I said I was sorry.

Listen child!, It’s not your fault, he has made his decision, your brother with him, you with your family,

Was this a miracle that a father found his daughter high on a mountain, was he shown the way,

Where was Jonathan, was he an angel,? she shared time with him, never again was he seen.

Keith Garrett

IT’S ONLY ME!

Hello there! remember me, can you still dream,

I’ve come here to talk to you, I’ve come here to be.

It seems’ so far away, this place where I’m again living,

Hello there!, It’s me, do you recognize a face,

My voice you did like, the sound of It for you was heard.

It’s only me that comes to you with love of a certain way,

Back In a day where smiles had a place to play, remember me.

Visit your world I do In my heart and In my mind, thinking of you,

It’s only me, It’s only me that has this care for a woman of a rare beauty.

IT’S ONLY ME!

Keith Garrett

JESUS WAS A TEENAGER

He did his chores, listened to what he was told,

I am sure he wasn’t the perfect child, that’s for sure.

Of a different time in this same world of ours he lived,

He had his time with friends, running and laughing.

Different games they played, maybe some of the same,

It was tough being a teen, the same as it is today.

Jesus was a teenager on a most difficult path than any other,

From his childish ways to the most famous man and spirit today.

Keith Garrett

“JACK”

He lives up high, he watches from the sky,

Listen as he speaks with words foreign to me.

We met him one day as down he swooped,

A drink of water and a bit of bread, he flew.

Grouchy with a touch of blue, his name be “Jack”

A whistle to the wind, he appears from wherever he’ been.

Watching, always watching,” Jack” is now a friend,

With the morning light, he can be heard, before the stroke of six.

The little birds gather for food but watch for him they do,

He torpedoes down to terrorize them, makes them go away.

Back he comes with a look from side to side as he grabs the biggest

Piece and “Jack” just flies away.

He sits on the wood, he takes a bath,

He wants it all, a grouchy blue bird by the name of ” Jack”

The sun is falling, off to bed in the sky,

He’ll be back in the morning, fly Jack, fly.

Keith Garrett

” TIME STANDS’ NOT STILL”

A clock may stop In the middle of a day,
Time keeps on ticking ones’ life away.

Measured by years’ the number you are,
How old will you get, will your existence go far.

Months’ are a piece of time In your life,
As each passes by, shorter becomes your flight.

Weeks are measured seven days’ at a time,
Fifty two as twelve months’ go by.

A day has twenty-four hours’ for you,
The sun comes up and goes down too.

hour by hour our days’ will pass,
No slowing them down so our lives will not go fast.

What Is a minute but sixty ticks at a time,
Second by second older we find.

Keith Garrett