The
Poet and Other Inspired Words
by Scott Smothers
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Copyright 2011 Scott Smothers
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Table of
Contents
Dedication
The
Poet
The Stranger
The
Burden
Grandma
and Grandpa
When
A Parent Passes
Mom
and Dad
What
Man Is This
A
Good Man Was He
My
Pet “Blue”
My
Bucket List
My
Love For You
I
Wish I Knew
One
Of These Days
Waiting
For October
Bad
Poetry Gone Wild
Connect
with me
To
my wife, my children, my mom, my dad,
To my brothers and sisters
too.
To my father in law, and mother in law,
I send these
thanks to you.
You have
inspired me to write these poems,
With words straight from my
heart.
I hope you enjoy my words, so
Now it's time to start.
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THE POET
When
I’m Down The Poet Comes
To Lift My Spirits Higher.
The Poet’s
Words Inspiring
And Sets My Soul On Fire.
Yet
Sometimes It Is Not Enough
To Keep Me Out Of Trouble
The Poet’s
Words Can Make Me Cry
Or Make My Sadness Double.
“You
Worry To Much” The Poet Says
“About What Will Happen Next
Your
Pessimism Clouds Your Thoughts
And Keeps Your Mind Perplexed”.
The
Darkness Covers Everything
There Is No Joy Or Glee.
Without The
Poet’s Beacon
It Might Be The End Of Me.
Words
Come Faster Than I Can Write
When The Poet Speaks To Me.
Words
That Lift The Veil Of Sadness
Words That Help Me See.
So
Many Times The Poet Came
So Many Times We Spoke.
Watching Over
Me As I Slept
And There When I Awoke.
Through
The Good Days And The Bad
The Poet’s always Here.
To Comfort
Me And Calm My Thoughts
When I Am Full Of Fear.
I
wonder How The Poet Knows
Just When To Come Around.
To Give The
Words I Need The Most
When My Spirit’s On The Ground.
The
Poet Helps Me Make It Through
And Doesn’t Charge A Dime.
The
Poet Gives Such Beautiful Words
And Makes The Phrases Rhyme.
Like
An Angel From Above
That’s Protecting Me From Harm.
When I
Feel That I Will Fall
The Poet Grabs My Arm.
Everyday
I’m Thankful
That The Poet Is Around.
To Bring Me Up The
Stairs Of Life
To Help Me When I’m Down.
“I’m
Here To Guide You When You’re Lost
To Give You Peace And
Rest
I’m The Gift You Got From God
I’m You When You’re At
Your Best”.
September
8, 1999
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The
Stranger
A
forgotten child stands lonely in the street
Wanting for shelter,
and something to eat
Violence
and danger are his constant companions
The city is cold, like
desolate canyons
People
pass by like he is not even there
This forgotten child, full of
despair
Street
Smarts alone won't get him employed
He needs an education to
fill-in the void
For
the sake of the child, a stranger appears
To enlighten his mind
and calm his fears
The
lamp of knowledge shines upon the young man
The cup of kindness he
receives in his hand
Tears
fill the eyes of this child in need
As he recognizes the face of
this good deed
Who
would do such a thing for this child of the streets
Who would do
this thing for everyone he meets
It's
not strange at all that he walks among us
He's not a stranger at
all
His
name is Jesus
May 9th,
2010
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The
Burden
The
aches, the pains, the medicines,
How did it all begin?
My
body's wearing way too fast.
My mind will not give in.
A new
bruise, a new pain, or scar
It drills me to the core.
My health
is being washed away,
Like rocks upon the shore.
Everyday
conditions worsen,
Some visible outside.
I have to keep my
spirits up
I will not run and hide!
Some
people cannot understand,
Some people just don't care.
I'll
survive as long as I can,
A burden I must bear.
I know
the pain will go away.
Someday I will give up.
I'm too stubborn
to go right now,
Don't start passing the cup!
For
those of you who may read this,
Remember what I say.
We may all
have pain and sorrows,
But live from day to day.
These
words are true and full of thought,
With words of kindness
too.
Someday we'll meet at Heaven's gate,
Until then, peace to
you
August
21, 2011
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Grandma
and Grandpa
I
never knew my Grandma, but my Grandpa would tell me tales.
Of
America, early nineteen-hundreds, and working on the rails.
He
spoke of the Great Depression. He spoke of World War Two.
He spoke
of right, and spoke of wrong, and the things that I should do.
He
spoke of his one true love, how she died so long ago.
I wish I
could have known Grandma before she had to go.
Though Grandma
could not be there to shower me with love.
Grandpa showed enough
for both while she waited up above.
Grandpa
died when I was young, Grandma had gone before.
I think of them
together again, in that place that has no war.
The tales he told
of the "olden days" soar like a bird in flight.
Someday
I'll tell stories too for my grandchildren's delight.
August
22, 2011
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When
a Parent Passes
When a
parent passes on,
to wait for us in heaven.
The emptiness
within our hearts
must always be forgiven.
For
they did not go on their own,
there was a higher power.
But
they’ll be watching over us,
each and every hour.
They’ll
be there to pick us up,
when life has knocked us down.
Their
bodies may have left the earth,
but their spirit’s all around.
The
memories we hold of them,
will help us ease the sorrow.
They’ll
be there to guide our steps,
and help us through tomorrow.
The
day will come when we must go,
and leave our friends and loved
ones.
Our memories are passed along,
through our daughters and
our sons.
18
September 2008
My Mom
and Dad have gone away,
and left me here to stay.
I’m
saddened at their passing on,
and angry they went away.
But
the anger is not with them though,
the anger is with me.
I
could have been a better son,
and as good a man as he.
And
then I stop and think of them,
the words that they would
say.
“Cheer up son, we are proud of you,
on each and every
day”.
Yes,
Mom and Dad have gone away,
and left me here to stay.
They’ll
wait for me on golden streets,
to join them again someday.
18
September 2008
Some
people call him worker
as he toils everyday.
Some people call
him friendly
as he goes along his way.
The
Masons call him brother
and he makes many a sacrifice.
The
Shriners call him Noble
crippled children call him nice.
A
child calls him Grandpa
as she sits upon his lap.
And he
cuddles her and rocks her
as they both begin to nap.
Some
people call him “Curly”
though a shine’s upon his head.
And
someone calls him lover
at night when they’re in bed.
He has
always been there for me
in the good times and the bad.
He’s
different things
to different people,
And I’m Proud to call
him DAD!!
May
1992
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A
Good Man Was He
Another
good man has passed on to glory,
And left us here to tell his
story.
A thoughtful, sweet, and gentle man,
No stranger to hard
work, or craft of the hand.
Along
with his wife, he raised a fine family,
It kept growing in size to
include even me.
He gave his youngest daughter to be my wife,
He
touched many people, but especially my life.
A
down-to-earth man, with down-to-earth goals,
A shining light,
inspiration, and a kind blessed soul.
A pillar of strength, when
we were feeling weak,
Common sense and knowledge, whose wisdom we
would seek.
We
mourn his passing with many tears and great sorrow,
He would want
us to remember there is always tomorrow.
He was courageous,
loving, and his passing makes us sad,
You can call him Clovis, but
I will call him Dad.
December
9, 2009
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My
Pet “Blue”
You’ll
sing no more; your song is done.
You lost your life in the
afternoon sun.
I wanted to give you room to fly, to play with you
up close.
If I knew how the afternoon would end, you would not
have left the house.
You
gave me over six years of joy.
With the funny things you did; my
“Blue Boy”.
Some might say you were “just a bird”
But,
you were more than that I give you my word.
A
sudden and tragic end to a pet that was good.
If I could turn back
the clock, I surely would.
Another pet took your life away.
Wait
for me in Heaven, I’ll see you someday
I’ll
miss you “Blue”, and I’m sorry you had to die.
Your sudden
death made me cry.
September
6, 2010
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MY BUCKET LIST
There
are many things I want to do,
before my family grieves.
I want
to see the Northern Lights,
and the changing of the leaves.
I want
to go to the Caribbean,
and swim in the warm, clear waters.
I
want to play in snow again,
along with my son and daughters.
Sky-diving
might be fun,
or even going into space.
Perhaps a cruise on a
very big ship,
and getting sea-spray on my face.
I
would like to cut a hit record,
and tour while it climbed the
chart.
I would like to pet a white tiger,
and listen to the
beat of its heart.
I want
to drive a Plymouth Prowler,
but it seems I’m just too tall.
I
would like to go to China,
and walk along its Great Wall.
I
would like to fly a helicopter,
and have wanted to all my
life
Most of all to see each day,
and see it with my wife.
Time
is limited on this earth,
my time here is not done.
I may not
do everything on this list,
but I’m sure I’ll do at least one.
June
1, 2009
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MY
LOVE FOR YOU
Scenic
Mountains And Bright Pretty Flowers,
I’m Missing You As I’m
Counting The Hours.
‘Til I’m Home Again With A Toast Of
Wine,
Feeling Your Gentle Body Close To Mine.
Your
Blue Eyes, Your Red Lips, Your Loving Smiles,
The Thoughts Of
These Things Can Just Melt The Miles.
To Have And To Hold I Said
Years Ago,
Why They Sent Me Here I’ll Never Know.
Your
Soft Golden Hair, Your Warm Tender Skin,
I Long For The Day When
I’m Home Again.
To Be With You Now And Taste Your Sweet
Kiss,
The Months Will Go By As I Think Of This.
Love
Bubbles Over At The Though Of You,
I Know It’s Hard And You’re
Missing Me Too.
But It Won’t Be Long Before We Can Touch,
You’re
So Far Away; I Miss You So Much.
I Wish
I Could Be There To Hold You Tight,
My Heart Aches For You When I
Wake At Night.
The Great Sacrifice That You’ve Made For
Me,
Makes Me So Proud As I Serve Our Country.
We’ve
Shared Our Lives For Over Sixteen Years,
You’ve Been My
Companion And Calmed My Fears.
You’ve Kept Me Warm When The
Nights Were Cold,
My Love Is Yours; Together We’ll Grow Old.
As I
Spend This Time In A Far-off Land,
I’m Always Dreaming Of Us
Hand-In-Hand.
Though Apart From You Now And In A Strange Place,
I
Think Of Your Touch And Your Pretty Face.
Together
Again When I’ll Hold You Near,
Time Will Pass Quickly; It’s
Only A Year.
While I’m Away, I Send All My Love,
Our Souls
Are Bonded By God Above.
My
Days Are Your Nights, And Your Nights My Days,
You’ve Shown Me
Your Love In So Many Ways.
You’re The Best Thing That’s Come
Into My Life,
I Love You Dearly And Glad You’re My Wife.
I Love
You More Than Words Can Ever Say,
I Love You More Each And Every
Day.
My Love For You Grows And Will Never Fade,
I Cherish Your
Love, And The Home we’ve Made.
January
1, 1998
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I
Wish I Knew
I wish
I knew what I could do
When trouble comes my way.
I wish
I knew what I could do
And knew just what to say.
I wish
I knew what I could do
When fear clouds my mind.
I wish
I knew what I could do
To have people treat me kind.
I wish
I knew what I could do
To ease this pain I feel.
I wish
I knew what I could do
None of this seems real.
I wish
I knew what I could do
My mind is getting worn.
I wish
I knew what I could do
It’s time to be reborn.
I wish
I knew what I could do
To get my desires heard.
I wish
I knew what I could do
What’s the “Magic Word”?
I
wish I knew.
May
5, 1999
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ONE OF THESE DAYS
One of
these days; the waiting is hard to do.
A plane will leave here and
bring me back to you.
One of these days when I’m holding you
near,
I can whisper my feelings of love in your ear.
One of
these days and I’ll be glad,
But being away from you makes me
sad.
One of these days the Air Force will see,
Just how sad a
separation can be.
One of
these days we’ll kiss and touch,
But I’m lonely now and miss
you so much.
One of these days I’ll hear the plane engine
roar,
I’ll be a happy man as I walk through our door.
One of
these days and I hope it’s soon,
We’ll be together and we can
spoon.
One of these days I’ll be home again,
I’ll taste
your kisses and touch your skin.
One of
these days when I finally get home,
I can tell you my feelings
without writing a poem.
One of these days about seven months from
now,
We’ll have made it through and wonder how.
One of
these days when that plane leaves the ground,
It will make me
rejoice knowing I’m homeward bound.
29
Mar 98
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WAITING
FOR OCTOBER
Worlds
Apart, But Our Hearts Very Near.
All
Of My Love From Way Over Here.
I Think
Of You Always, Asleep Or Awake, And
That
I’ll Be Home Soon, And The Love We Will Make.
It
Will Be Like The Times When Our Love Was New.
Never
A Day Goes By That I Don’t Think Of You.
Gone
From You Now In A Land By The Sea, I’m
Forever
Yours No Matter Where I May Be.
One
Day Soon I’ll Walk Through Our Door,
Reaching
Your Arms, We’ll Be Together Once More.
Only
Six Months More And I’m
Coming
Home
To Be By Your Side, So You Won’t
Be Alone.
Once I’m Home And Look In
Your Eyes, We’ll
Be Much Happier
Then When We Said Our Good-bye’s
Echoes
Of Your Laughter Stay With Me Still,
Remember
I Love You And I Always Will.
April
13, 1998
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Bad
Poetry Gone Wild
I was
very poor when I was a lad.
Dirt and water was all I had.
I
made mud pies daily on a trailer hitch.
I sold them to "city
slickers" and now I'm rich!
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Funny hair
and funny clothes.
Their pants are falling down
You're not at
the circus looking at clowns.
It's just the kids in the
neighborhood
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See the
doggy lift his leg.
See the kitty squat.
They both have one
thing in common.
They cannot use the pot.
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I'd like
to fly with the birds
and soar both wide and far.
But I would
stop along the way
to poop on someone's car.
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Off behind
the barn I go.
To see the drift of fallen snow.
I write my name
in it for all to see.
I write my name using.....
...A stick.
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I stuck my
finger up my nose.
Where it goes,
Nobody knows.
...I
pulled it out and what a mess
It was a
booger, I must confess.
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