tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071354199203253232023-11-15T09:13:24.775-08:00Johnny Ray's PoemsA collection of poems written in my moments to be creative and escape the pressure of writing the next novel. I hope they enlighten your day and make it a better place.johnny rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08155429831729617056noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107135419920325323.post-27902156294139472822011-12-23T08:36:00.000-08:002011-12-23T08:38:06.303-08:00Mysterious Love<center><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Mysterious Love </span><br /><br />Waking early to filtered light<br />Cast by an intruding morning sun<br />I pause to study your face<br />And wonder which dreams you chase<br /><br />Morning light has a way of flattering<br />A way of enhancing your grace<br />Even with locks a mess<br />Your beauty shines clear<br /><br />With closed eyes hiding the gateway<br />To a soul I think I know<br />A look of peace and mystery remains<br />To radiate in a special glow<br /><br />Still I wonder<br />What dreams you chase<br />As I consider our life together<br />And my need to know you better<br /><br />Perhaps it is the mystery<br />The hints of intrigue<br />That captures my thoughts<br />And imagination<br /><br />In any case<br />Waking next to an angel<br />Is an extraordinary mystery<br />And like heaven on earth<br /><br />BY<br />Johnny Ray<br /></center>johnny rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08155429831729617056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107135419920325323.post-41599998629096390072011-12-23T08:33:00.000-08:002011-12-23T08:36:04.679-08:00Memories of our first kiss<center><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Memories of our first kiss </span><br /><br />If I could relive only one moment in time<br />And remember every detail<br />It would have to be our first kiss<br />When we met so long ago<br /><br />The moment when my world<br />Grew into a fantastic white glow<br />Drowning out time itself<br />Leaving us alone <br /><br />The sound of your breath<br />Slightly louder than your heart<br />Restrained a whisper<br />Or perhaps a moan<br /><br />The warmth of your skin<br />Radiated so close to my lips<br />Tempting them to move forward<br />To unite with your own<br /><br />The slightest purse your lips offered<br />Signaled your willingness<br />To engage with mine<br />As I edged closer<br /><br />The slightest touch registered<br />As my eyes wanted to close<br />But my mind refused<br />To yield to the desire<br /><br />For I wanted to remember this moment in time<br />Pressed deep in my heart<br />And preserving the memory forever<br />Of our first kiss <br /><br />by<br />Johnny Ray<br /></center>johnny rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08155429831729617056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107135419920325323.post-10114000371678639272011-12-23T08:29:00.000-08:002011-12-23T08:33:38.599-08:00From Survival to Winning<center><span style="font-weight:bold;">From Survival to Winning </span><br /><br />I am a survivor<br />And refused to yield<br />Or compromise<br />Less I forget<br /><br />While the days of my youth be gone<br />And my final days ahead are nearer<br />The goal I seek and strive for<br />Remain the same as ever<br /><br />For it never is the final goal<br />I treasure every day<br />But it is the daily goal<br />Of which I have a say<br /><br />Today I will succeed<br />And not just survive<br />But stretch the boundaries<br />Of the time I can control<br /><br />by <br />Johnny Ray<br /></center>johnny rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08155429831729617056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107135419920325323.post-9694582782347864882011-12-23T08:20:00.000-08:002011-12-23T08:28:35.958-08:00THE BOOK OF LOVE<center><span style="font-weight:bold;">THE BOOK OF LOVE</span> <br /><br />If I only had the ability<br />To write the book of love<br />And mastered the possibility<br />Sought by everyone in love<br /><br />Perhaps I would rest forever<br />And my love would remain with me<br />In a happy every after<br />And settle my unknown fears<br /><br />However, I do foresee the future<br />And all of the traps ahead<br />And never doubt our future<br />Because I still can count on love<br /><br />For I know without a doubt<br />Our love has been added<br />In this book of love<br />Extended into a never ending story<br /><br />by<br />Johnny Ray<br /></center>johnny rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08155429831729617056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107135419920325323.post-9970446793349521572011-12-23T08:18:00.000-08:002011-12-23T08:19:45.826-08:00OUR LOVE<center><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">OUR LOVE </span><br /><br />There is a special world for you and me<br />With a special bond no one can see<br />But secures us as if in a cocoon<br />Hiding us away from the outer world<br /><br />Inside this world we’re totally free<br />To express our love without restraints<br />Or fears of retribution of any kind<br />Which might arise in other worlds<br /><br />And as we grow and mature<br />A love to great to be hidden inside<br />Our special place we live<br />Our love will emerge one day<br /><br />Much as a beautiful butterfly is born<br />We will emerge as one<br />Destined to explore new worlds<br />But confident in the love we grew<br /><br />BY<br />Johnny Ray<br /></center>johnny rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08155429831729617056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107135419920325323.post-65084217632403970312011-12-23T08:16:00.000-08:002011-12-23T08:17:53.520-08:00THE MEETING<center><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">THE MEETING</span><br /><br />I know you’re there—somewhere<br />Waiting for me to find you<br />To finally see you face to face<br />But where among the multitudes <br /><br />I focus on one face in the crowd<br />And blink my eyes in disappointment<br />Frustrated I push forward in vain<br />Hoping for a miracle to happen<br /><br />While my heart continues to beat faster<br />And I know I should breathe slower<br />My feet do not listen<br />Or my eyes diminish their search<br /><br />For while people pass me as a blur<br />And a suffocating fear of the unknown<br />Overtakes me as I panic<br />I fight back the hard cold reality<br /><br />I press on in spite of the obstacles<br />Looking for only one<br />Knowing you are here somewhere<br />Hopefully looking for me<br /><br />Then, I stop and stare<br />Your face is much like I suspected<br />An angel in the midst<br />of a world so out of place<br /><br />BY<br />JOHNNY RAY<br /></center>johnny rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08155429831729617056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107135419920325323.post-80116263853787198642011-12-23T08:11:00.000-08:002011-12-23T08:12:56.224-08:00A RECEPTIVE HEART<center><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A RECEPTIVE HEART </span><br /><br />When your heart stays open<br />And love is allowed to flow<br />The universe will answer<br />Your call to find true love<br /><br />To keep the skies bright and beautiful<br />In contract to the dreary ones you fear<br />The sunlight and warmth of the sun<br />Must find a way inside<br /><br />A broken heart may be tender<br />And protection the order of the day<br />But once you brave the light<br />The chances of love resume<br /><br />And as long as there is hope<br />And the world supports you<br />The chances are<br />Your chances are very good<br /><br />So take the risk<br />And be so brave<br />Because the risk of failure<br />Is doing nothing at all <br /><br />BY<br />JOHNNY RAY<br /></center>johnny rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08155429831729617056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107135419920325323.post-40866600902997715692011-12-23T08:06:00.000-08:002011-12-23T08:10:32.101-08:00SNUGGLED<center><span style="font-weight:bold;">SNUGGLED</span><br /><br />Resting under the sheets<br />Snuggled into a perfect world<br />My eyes open to observe the darkness<br />Cloaking my existence <br /><br />My world is hidden here<br />Deep inside this barrier<br />Perfectly protected<br />Perfectly at peace<br /><br />For here I’m allowed to roam<br />To visit places in my mind<br />I’ve visited in real life<br />Or invented on my own<br /><br />For dreams I might not control<br />Anymore than the real world<br />But in this middle world<br />I have complete control<br /><br />But it is not a lonely world<br />Far from it<br />I listen to gentle breathing<br />From one so close <br /><br />For while my love does sleep<br />And rest for another day<br />I can stand as a guardian<br />And dream while still awake<br /><br />For in order to rest<br />I need to know I have someone<br />Someone who loves me<br />As much as I love them<br /><br />For while my love does sleep<br />A smile forms upon the face<br />Of an angel drifting off in space<br />Leaving me to guard a heavenly body <br /><br />After offering a gentle kiss<br />I close my eyes<br />And drift to sleep<br />Secured in love<br /><br />BY<br />JOHNNY RAY<br /></center>johnny rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08155429831729617056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107135419920325323.post-79555468062910804632011-12-23T07:01:00.000-08:002011-12-23T07:06:57.925-08:00A reflection on poetry<center><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A reflection on poetry</span> </center><br /><br />Rather than writing a poem today, I thought I would reflect on poetry and why people like to write it and why people like to read it. <br /><br />First, it is a great way to make a message easy to understand and in a form that is suited to be impressed in ones memory. Before the time of printing, people e used it to teach people a message they would remember forever. This is really the goal of any story teller. <br /><br />Second, poetry allows a great ability to show deep emotions more than any other form. It is like given the ability to let go. To tell a feeling much easier than in a real life or novel type story. <br /><br />Third and last in this reflection is the ability to use new words forced on the poet to make the story rhyme. I have often heard that many professional novelists will read poetry to gain a richer vocabulary. I agree, it allows a special relaxation while building words that can be used later. <br /><br />To make a point I remember one simple poem I learned in college and think of every time I go to a public rest room. It is also good to post at home if you have teen age boys. I would give credit to the poet if I knew who wrote it, but I don’t. <br /><br /><center><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">If you sprinkle<br />When you tinkle<br />Please be neat<br />And clean the seat</span><br /><br />Johnny Ray <br /></center>johnny rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08155429831729617056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107135419920325323.post-62333608552390050322011-12-23T05:53:00.000-08:002011-12-23T05:57:54.989-08:00ONE PERSON–ONE WORLD<center><span style="font-weight:bold;">ONE PERSON–ONE WORLD </span><br /><br />For in the far reaches of the world<br />Where millions of people live<br />And hide from the cold<br />Yet hard fact of being alone<br /><br />One has to wonder<br />Why one can be so alone<br />When there are so many<br />Calling this place home<br /><br />But then to this world<br />You might be just one<br />A lonely voice in the night<br />Looking for another<br /><br />So while you are looking<br />Hoping to make your life count<br />And leave your marking<br />To be noticed without a doubt<br /><br />You have to remember<br />To the world you are but one<br />A single voice you hear<br />In a world of many million<br /><br />But instead of despair<br />Or feelings of rejection<br />Remember one saying<br />So wise and true<br /><br />To connect with one person<br />One very special person<br />Can be so much more<br />Than the millions alone<br /><br />For in just one person<br />You can be the world<br />And because of one person<br />You can find your world<br /><br />BY<br />JOHNNY RAY </center>johnny rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08155429831729617056noreply@blogger.com0