The Poet and Other Inspired Words
by Scott Smothers
Copyright 2011 Scott Smothers
ISBN: 978-2-10-521725-5
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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 family
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
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
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Mom and Dad
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,
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
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WHAT MAN IS THIS
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.