Saturday

Valentine for Beatrice

VALENTINE POEM FOR BEATRICE

Valentines Day is a special one
It could get you in trouble;e or let you have some fun

The gift one gives could be just neat
or soft and chewy and taste really sweet.

When this entire thing started an arrow was shot
A sweetheart was the target and it was aimed at the heart.

Some found it's mark and others just missed
All was forgiven with a Valentines Day's kiss.

A gift may be given, like a poem or a song,
The roses will die, but the kiss will live on.

The arrow won;t hurt, unless it's pulled out
A kiss lingers on until it's wiped from the mouth

So leave kisses alone until you get home
There you can rest and consider the Valentine poem.

JGP

Merlin's Poem

Merlin's Poem

I don't need anybody messing with my head
 to tell you just why this poem must be read

I have all of my needs,
                my horse,
                       my drums
                               my spurs
 I don't need a partner and I don't need another her.

For 13 years my horse was all I need.
Barebacked or with saddle, there was no better steed

If I was sober or drunk He never gave me any sass...
He knows just what to do....
                                          (just haul my bony ass.)

Wherever I left him, there he would stay,
As I sowed my oats, he waited for his bale of hay.

I sang him many songs, to see if they were good
He would say, "It's just fine."
(If he could talk, he would!)

I don't have to tell him what he should do
We both think the same...(if you only knew)

When I read him this poem, as I look him in the eyes,
We will both share our love and perhaps a good cry

There's pride in our stride as w  ride into the wind
The Grimm reaper will never catch us....
Will this magic ever end?

Poem by JGP










Should I?

SHOULD I....

SHOULD I ENTER INTO THIS EARTHEN VESSEL
THAT HOLDS THE MEMORIES YOU LEFT BEHIND
COUNTLESS MEMORIES OF WHEN YOU WERE HERE 
TO FIND MY PEACE, I MUST CLEAR MY MIND....




SHOULD I...

REMOVE THIS LID THAT HOLDS YOU IN
AND SET YOU FREE TO CHASE THE WIND
OR KEEP YOU THERE SO CLOSE TO ME
IT IS ONLY THEN MY HEART WILL MEND




SHOULD I?

FORGIVE ALL OF THEM, THE DOUBTING ONES
THAT OFTEN HAD THEIR CHANCE TO CARE
BUT ALL i KNOW NOW MY LOVE FOR YOU
AS  I SHOWED THEM THE WAY WE WERE\




SHOULD I?

TAKE YOU TO YOUR FAVORITE SPOTS
AND LEAVE SOME OF YOU WHERE YOU FOUND REST
OR SHOULD I WAIT UNTIL MY DAY COMES
THEN BLEND WITH YOU WHERE i FEEL BEST




SHOULD I? SHOULD I? SHOULD I?

John G. Peters 2011
for Sandy

The Wind

THE WIND

I come and go as it pleases me...
I have no mercy for sailors at sea...
I rule the seasons, to them I give birth...
I sculpture the face of God's precious earth.

I speak as the voice of natures great wrath...
I wear down whatever should stand in my path...
I disperse new life to be grown in the sun...
I ask for no payment for the work I have done.

I sometimes have caution thrown in my face...
I have the power to end your great race...
I challenge all dreamers that  may tease  me for fun...
I search the four corners for truth but find none.

I search for and seek out the fires of hell
I then rest in the heavens It's there that I dwell,
I balance the forces and even the odds
I make not excuses, answer only to God.

I have time on my side, it is my best friend...
I have no beginning and know not an end...
I treat all men as equal, for all are the same...
I am what I am, the wind is my name.

John G. Peters, 1990











Friday

THE RAVEN'S ESCAPE and ANOTHER RAVEN

THE RAVEN'S ESCAPE

IT WAS HER BEAUTY THAT CAUGHT MY EYE.
STRANDED AND WOUNDED SHE  JUST COULD NOT FLY!

THERE WERE MANY TO ASK, BUT NO ONE WOULD ANSWER,
AS SHE PRANCED AROUND LIKE SOME EXOTIC DANCER!

IT SEEMED THAT ONE OF HER WINGS WERE BROKEN
SHOULD i GIVE AID WHEN WORDS WERE NOT SPOKEN?

WITH ONE QUESTION I ASK, "DID YOU BREAK YOUR BIKE?"
FOR SURE  THOUGHT SHE WOULD SAY, "TAKE A LONG HIKE!"

WITH A SMILE SO SWEET, SHE CAPTURED MY HEART,
SHE JUST SIMPLY SAID, MY BABY WON'T START."

MY TASK WAS EASY, TO MAKE HER BIKE RUN,
IT STARTED NORMAL, NOW SHE COULD GO HAVE SOME FUN.

THE RAVEN WAS BLACK, AS SHE ROSE INTO THE BREEZE,
HER HAIR WAS LIKE WINGS, SHE FLEW WHERE SHE PLEASED.

IT WAS MY PLEASURE TO SEE SUCH A SIGHT,
IT REMINDED ME TOO OF TIME WHEN i RODE INTO THE NIGHT.

I STOOD FAST AND WAITED FOR THE THUNDER TO FADE,
THIS MOMENT WAS FOREVER, AND A MEMORY WAS MADE.

JGP  2013
POEMS FOR THE JOY OF IT
For the "Raven"


ANOTHER RAVEN

IT WAS HER BEAUTY THAT CAUGHT MY EYE
WAS ANOTHER RAVEN JUST PASSING ME BY?
THERE WERE QUESTIONS I THOUGHT I SHOULD ASK
mY NEED TO KNOW WAS NOT A HARD TASK.

HER BOYFRIEND WAS HANDSOME, I THOUGHT, "WHAT A LUCKY GUY/."
HE CALLED HER HIS RAVEN, I HAD TO ASK, "WHY?"
FOR i TOO KNEW A RAVEN THAT I MET LONG AGO!
SHE COULD NOT BE TAMED TO I HAD TO LET HER GO.

I ASKED THIS RAVEN IF I COULD SHOW HER MY POEM
OF A RAVEN I MET BUT COULD NOT TAKE HOME
WITH A SMILE SO CHARMING SHE ASKED, "DO I KNOW YOU?"
SHE JUST SIMPLY SAID, "I AM A RAVEN TOO."

HER HAIR WAS YELLOW MUCH LIKE A FULL MOON
AND WHEN SHE MADE HER ENTRANCE SHE LIT UP THE ROOM
SHE SAID, "I ALSO LIKE TO RIDE INTO THE NIGHT."
THE POEM WAS JUST LIKE HER, (HOW'D I KNOW WHAT TO WRITE?)

I THOUGHTS SHE DESIRED TO HAVE HER OWN RAVEN POEM,
A MEMORY WAS MADE, BBUT THIS POEM SHE COULD TAKE HOME.


JGP    2014

A Poet

A poet must be a poet,
When he gets up on that stage-
A poet can only be himself,
If he reveals his inner rage.

A poets words may never expire,
As he explores a poets desire.
A poet may be unemotional,
As he reveals his inner soul.

Often hidden within, maybe there is a tear,
Only the Poet will really know.
A poets words might make you think-
A task as old as time!

Some poets can be such a bore
As they ramble on in thought
Some poets can be such a joy
When they give you all they've got.

Poets can be almost anyone
they can be as you or me,
Poets will say whatever they want,
Just to be, what they want to be.

JGP 1/3/84