Tuesday, July 3, 2012

What’s in a name?

With a name like Johnny Ray
Living in an area known
As Tampa Bay

As a novelist on Florida’s western coast
With sand as soft as powder
Well worth the boast

It is often humbling to note
The Gulf of Mexico
A place to boat

But still the life in paradise
Enjoying island life
Is priceless









Friday, December 23, 2011

Mysterious Love


Mysterious Love

Waking early to filtered light
Cast by an intruding morning sun
I pause to study your face
And wonder which dreams you chase

Morning light has a way of flattering
A way of enhancing your grace
Even with locks a mess
Your beauty shines clear

With closed eyes hiding the gateway
To a soul I think I know
A look of peace and mystery remains
To radiate in a special glow

Still I wonder
What dreams you chase
As I consider our life together
And my need to know you better

Perhaps it is the mystery
The hints of intrigue
That captures my thoughts
And imagination

In any case
Waking next to an angel
Is an extraordinary mystery
And like heaven on earth

BY
Johnny Ray

Memories of our first kiss


Memories of our first kiss

If I could relive only one moment in time
And remember every detail
It would have to be our first kiss
When we met so long ago

The moment when my world
Grew into a fantastic white glow
Drowning out time itself
Leaving us alone

The sound of your breath
Slightly louder than your heart
Restrained a whisper
Or perhaps a moan

The warmth of your skin
Radiated so close to my lips
Tempting them to move forward
To unite with your own

The slightest purse your lips offered
Signaled your willingness
To engage with mine
As I edged closer

The slightest touch registered
As my eyes wanted to close
But my mind refused
To yield to the desire

For I wanted to remember this moment in time
Pressed deep in my heart
And preserving the memory forever
Of our first kiss

by
Johnny Ray

From Survival to Winning

From Survival to Winning

I am a survivor
And refused to yield
Or compromise
Less I forget

While the days of my youth be gone
And my final days ahead are nearer
The goal I seek and strive for
Remain the same as ever

For it never is the final goal
I treasure every day
But it is the daily goal
Of which I have a say

Today I will succeed
And not just survive
But stretch the boundaries
Of the time I can control

by
Johnny Ray

THE BOOK OF LOVE

THE BOOK OF LOVE

If I only had the ability
To write the book of love
And mastered the possibility
Sought by everyone in love

Perhaps I would rest forever
And my love would remain with me
In a happy every after
And settle my unknown fears

However, I do foresee the future
And all of the traps ahead
And never doubt our future
Because I still can count on love

For I know without a doubt
Our love has been added
In this book of love
Extended into a never ending story

by
Johnny Ray

OUR LOVE


OUR LOVE

There is a special world for you and me
With a special bond no one can see
But secures us as if in a cocoon
Hiding us away from the outer world

Inside this world we’re totally free
To express our love without restraints
Or fears of retribution of any kind
Which might arise in other worlds

And as we grow and mature
A love to great to be hidden inside
Our special place we live
Our love will emerge one day

Much as a beautiful butterfly is born
We will emerge as one
Destined to explore new worlds
But confident in the love we grew

BY
Johnny Ray

THE MEETING


THE MEETING

I know you’re there—somewhere
Waiting for me to find you
To finally see you face to face
But where among the multitudes

I focus on one face in the crowd
And blink my eyes in disappointment
Frustrated I push forward in vain
Hoping for a miracle to happen

While my heart continues to beat faster
And I know I should breathe slower
My feet do not listen
Or my eyes diminish their search

For while people pass me as a blur
And a suffocating fear of the unknown
Overtakes me as I panic
I fight back the hard cold reality

I press on in spite of the obstacles
Looking for only one
Knowing you are here somewhere
Hopefully looking for me

Then, I stop and stare
Your face is much like I suspected
An angel in the midst
of a world so out of place

BY
JOHNNY RAY