Poetry Reflections E-Book

JB Frost

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

155 Poems A reflection is a distorted rendition of that which casts the reflection. A reflection is a mirrored image that defies the physics of its counterpart. A reflection is a chance to appreciate something, in a different light.   I have previously released books 1 & 2 for my "From the Mind & Imagination of J.B. Frost" series, but something wasn't right. As I looked back on the content, and the timing, I realized I had to assemble a better assortment of my poetry that would better appeal to the poetry market.   This E-Book edition of "Poetry Reflections" contains many of my poems from my first two books, and several new ones that were originally slated to be in book #3 of my earlier-mentioned series.   In my study of poets through the ages, I've learned that most had written things that never made it to print, or put out for public inspection and/or approval. I had taken a more daring road in my first two poetry ventures, and included just about everything I've written over the last few years.   I wanted a collection that best mirrors the more positive messages I've written. I wanted a better representative of who I am as a writer, and as a person.   I believe poetry is therapy, and I believe we all can benefit from its sessions.   I hope you enjoy my work. 

Leseprobe

JB Frost

Poetry Reflections

This E-Book is dedicated to poetry lovers everywhere and throughout time. Without you, our words would never reach the shores of another mind. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 Munich

Title Page

J.B. Frost’s

Poetry

Reflections

© 2020

Dedication

This E-Book is dedicated to poetry lovers everywhere, and throughout time. Without you, our words would never reach the shores of another mind.

Introduction

A reflection is a distorted rendition of that which casts the reflection. A reflection is a mirrored image that defies the physics of its counterpart. A reflection is a chance to appreciate something, in a different light.

I have previously released books 1 & 2 for my “From the Mind & Imagination of J.B. Frost” series, but something wasn’t right. As I looked back on the content, and the timing, I realized I had to assemble a better assortment of my poetry that would better appeal to the poetry market.

This E-Book edition of “Poetry Reflections” contains many of my poems from my first two books, and several new ones that were originally slated to be in book #3 of my earlier-mentioned series.

In my study of poets through the ages, I’ve learned that most had written things that never made it to print, or put out for public inspection and/or approval. I had taken a more daring road in my first two poetry ventures, and included just about everything I’ve written over the last few years.

I wanted a collection that best mirrors the more positive messages I’ve written. I wanted a better representative of who I am as a writer, and as a person.

I believe poetry is therapy, and I believe we all can benefit from its sessions.

I hope you enjoy my work.

A Different Corner

If I could go back

And turn a different corner

Find the new that I passed by

Moving on from the life I had former

If I could imagine

What I’d find when I took that turn

Moments, memories, offers and chances

Of the new life that I would learn

If I could dream of that day

Not really knowing when or where

Trying to picture the perfect scenery

In a place I love, I’d find something there

If I could live that fantasy in time

Without the knowledge of where it goes

I know my heart would lead me straight

And I would pray, that for the world, it shows

If I could picture what would await me there

The universe would send me back in time

For what could have been, or may have happened

Would be to sacrifice what is already mine

If I could be given the wish of my dreams

And if to myself, I promised to be true

I’d go back and turn that same street corner

Because from there my love, the stars lead me to you

Now

As you sift through the mire

From all that comprises your self

When you're alone in the moments

It's just you, and nobody else

You wonder where thought finds its birth

To match the experience that it creates

Is design such an unimaginable thing

Or is such existence a series of twisted fates

A crack in the mirror reveals something more

Doorways into chambers that demand attention

What has been, just may be, or will never return

Based on acceptance of an alternate dimension

Memories of before will simply drift away in time

As passions and efforts need be on the present time

Eternity permits such ventures through the heavens

As each allows for another shift in our paradigm

Could the dreams of a child materialize before us

What of the impossible we never managed to grasp

Would such wonders bring us blessed realities

Or seek to destroy us as does the poisonous asp

Alone in our thoughts as we span each creation

We learn a concept that can allow us to be free

Yesterday is a memory while tomorrow is a dream

It is given us this day to achieve all that we can be

I weep for man as we foolishly chase our rainbows

In a search for the who, what, when, where and how

As the sands fall through the hourglass of our lives

We seem to be the most ignorant of all that is now

Naked

Fingers

Toes

Breath

Movement

Naked to a cruel world, we are alive

Fragile

Shocked

Cold

Vulnerable

Naked to a cruel world, we are born

Poked

Prodded

Numbered

Named

Naked to a cruel world, we are property

Ignorant

Naive

Helpless

Afraid

Naked to a cruel world, we are children

Silenced

Shunned

Banned

Bewildered

Naked to a cruel world, we are lost

Homeless

Spat on

Rejected

Denied

Naked to a cruel world, we are alone

Destitute

Hungry

Filthy

Shamed

Naked to a cruel world, we are reckless

Drugs

Alcohol

Hopeless

Selfish

Naked to a cruel world, we are dangerous

Aware

Learning

Adapting

Leery

Naked to a cruel world, we are scared

Perception

Experience

Will

Sheltered

Naked to a cruel world, we are trying

Acceptance

Warmth

Belief

Love

Naked to a cruel world, we are growing

Nurture

Build

Trust

Selfless

Naked to a cruel world, we are responsible

Worn

Tired

Reflecting

Slowing

Naked to a cruel world, we are aging

Old

Weakened

Wiser

Fading

Naked to a cruel world, we are dying

A Masterpiece

Close your eyes and count to ten

As I tell you of a special place

Envision the scenery I provide

It appears as you let your mind race

Warm gentle summer breezes blow

Somewhere near, a creek is flowing

Nature’s beauty so fills the senses

You can feel your creativity flowing

What sounds are you imagining

In this tapestry, your mind is weaving

I hear children’s laughter echoing

In this creation of my own believing

All around you are things you love

Lost treasures retained in your mind

Once you learn to release inhibitions

You’ll learn mastery of all you find

Reach out to the future for things anew

While relishing moments of your past

Crafting pieces from a place of comfort

Picture a canvas cozy, or even see it vast

How far you’ll allow yourself to travel

Is purely limited by the mind, will, and emotion

Expand your horizons as you set course

With endless destinations of life’s oceans

Be prepared for the storms that do come

As you learn to navigate the wind and seas

Once you’re comfortable and in control

Obstacles are surpassed with so much ease

Is it unveiling now as your mind takes focus

Do you feel its freedom and sheer liberation

Remember the pathways you’ve discovered

For your next visit through this mental vacation

There are no limits to its depths or heights

Your mind's doorways merely await its release

Unrestricted movement in an eye’s twinkle

As we each explore our own masterpiece

A Poet's Journey

I went up on the mountain

A place where I hide

Trying to understand

All these feelings deep inside

High above the trees

Where the air is crisp and clean

Thoughts become clearer

From its bundle do I glean

This quiet place of solitude

Drawing from such soliloquy

Carefully aligning my stanzas

So my readers may understand me

Striking chords of recognition

As perchance and often-times

A soul poured out on each page

Disseminating reasons and rhymes

Reminiscing upon the classics

Examining structure and display

Gentles breezes whisking by

The poet prays for such endless day

Such serenity seldom found

True beauty in all directions

Should imagination accompany

Or shall I indulge in reflections

From such a sweet place, ideas

Tensions ease with each stroke

Gazing at the dancing evergreens

The fire in my mind do I stoke

Nature's music in the river's stream

Earth's warmth beneath my feet

Clouds forming endless shapes

Wondrous beauty doth fill each sheet

Regretfully finding a temporal conclusion

But knowing it will return this way

A pause to peruse my words and speech

To this mountain, I'll return another day

Aging

We start to view life

Through a different lens

We begin to wonder

When we’ll be wearing depends

We walk by a mirror

We’re startled by the sight

We can’t even remember

What dinner was last night

We move a bit slower

Being careful not to slip

Just one wrong move

And you break a hip

We walk into a room

Not sure why we’re there

Noises escape our bodies

But we’re just too old to care

We take time to stand

Or our heads start to spin

And then we’ll forget

What we were doing again

We enjoy a new morning ritual

Complete with pills and vapor rub

We drive like no one’s watching

And we just love our bingo club

We then begin to wonder

Where all the energy's went

Looking for our get-up and go

But finding it’s already went

Our false teeth fall out

When we’re trying to talk

And we’ll hold up traffic

At every crosswalk

We’re up before sunrise

And in bed before sundown

An old man shops in his pajamas

Next to his wife in her nightgown

Sometimes at intersections

We can tend to make a scene

It’s hard getting old

Waiting for the stop sign to turn green

Got some snow up on the roof

As we watch our hair turn grey

And if we ever get upset

It’s best just to get out of our way

We’ll often say things

Without thinking them through

With Alzheimer’s and dementia

What good would it do

With our spectacles on the nightstand

And our teeth right there in a cup

We’ll often sit on the edge of the bed

Are we laying down, or just getting up

We’ll write ourselves reminders

Getting through the days and nights

Staring into the fridge forever

Like a deer caught in the headlights

Thinking back to our youth

Or those moments you hit a peak

But then sit back and wonder

When did we become an antique

We get accustomed to hearing aids

They sure can make some weird tones

But not one too loud as we perceive

The creaking and crackling of our bones

So much of us tends to head south

Our memory seems to go on vacation

Try to have patience with us because

We’re dealing with our own frustration

Things don’t work as they once did

As we grow challenged in our ability

But generations will come after you

Questioning your own bouts of senility

An Artist's Journey

The painter chooses brush and palette

The sculptor: clay, wood, metal or rock

So the author: pen, paper, and keystroke

Each creating memories and moments

A realization comes that no canvas is blank

Each artist works their craft into view

Still-shot inventions etched within time

Chronicled for future generations to erase

The hands of the clock move ever forward

Random thoughts rise in symphony sound

A muse is brought to life for the spectator

With a majestic tapestry of woven seams

The birth of a vision which houses a message

Timeless in its intent, but measured for now

A reflection of cerebral ingenuity in the arts

Of shapes, forms, colors, sounds or words

As the unveiling releases the nerves of worry

Enticing the fan and critic alike, to see clearly

Present for inspection, yet the mind is advancing

Considerations are window dressing to the soul

Search deep to calculate the direction offered

Contemplating different perspectives of view

Yearning for the concrete rhythm and rhyme

Reaching towards ignorance or understanding

Still, beyond the revelation we all hope for

The audience remains distant from the scenes

Absent from the inception of each inspiration

An Artisan is burdened in the presentation of truth

With the insertion of each word, cut or stroke

Fidelity to originality is not cheated for style

So as the stage is set with each artist on display

Our desires are met knowing we gave our all

Unbreakable

I remember lying next to you and staring at the sky;

I promised I would love you until the day that I die.

Through the pains and struggles we survived all these years; when I think back on it, it just brings me to tears.

We had our share of bad times, but the good was always there--Even when all we had were the memories to share.

As I think of all the trials and see just where we are now,

All I can do is shake my head and ask the good Lord how.

The love we have between us is a chain no one can break,

Pursuing promises and chances that not many will take.

Enduring loss and hardship but somehow we rise to the top,

This thing we have together is something no one else can stop.

You took my hand in marriage and we promised forever;

Let nothing come between us, no not now or ever.

One thing still holds true and I knew this from the start:

We can't be separated because we're joined at the heart.

So I love you more than ever and I hope the world can see,

Because I was born to love you and you were made for me.

What Am I?

I wander through

The darkened spaces,

In search of love

In friendly faces.

I search the depths

Inside your soul,

Looking for what

Makes you whole.

I sense the growth

And feel recesses,

The ups and downs,

As life progresses.

I witness the changes

That you can shift to;

I am the filter

Information does sift through.

I survive the tide

Of a broken heart,

Watching painfully

As it's torn apart.

I feel the birth

Of the tears you cry;

I'm even with you

On the day you die.

I'm always with you,

Both day and night—

Always waiting, to see

If you'll do what is right.

I touch every emotion

That you can breed;

I'm your one true companion,

The friend you'll always need.

I know all of your secrets,

Trying to give you direction;

Everything that's considered

Depends on my inspection.

I join your celebrations

And experience all your sorrows;

I'm in all days gone by,

And in all your tomorrows.

I arrange all memories

In a cerebral library;

No human alive could bear

The weight that I must carry.

I am all your hopes,

Your dreams and your fears;

I follow you through life

And comfort you through the years.

I'll always stand beside you,

Even though you often hurt me;

I'll even be there

When you try to desert me.

What am I? I am your conscience.

An Opus Opera

They’ve taught us the rules to right and wrong

And shown us true beauty from sonnet to song

They open up doors where no other keys fit

Illuminating life’s pathways where all can benefit

They release all the wisdom that time has recorded

Those seeking such information are often rewarded

They are a teacher where no schoolhouse is needed

Blessed by all their virtues so long as they are heeded

The many-storied vaults are all from time immemorial

As each reveals their given perspectives and editorial

Always having been a source for stored information

Their dreams are realized through practical application

And just as some provide a way to educate the masses

Much of what they do provide is hidden as time passes

Evil men with impure thoughts do call for their destruction

The relics that do remain behind are used for reconstruction

The wealth of data they permit can not be overstated

Societies flourish faster wherever they are located

Most of what we learn is chronicled in their ranks

As their wealth is farmed in literary embanks

So as you open their covers and recognize their hooks

Realize how lost we’d be in a world without books

Apartment #3

I wasn’t really sure

If I wanted to remember

That gut-wrenching day

When she left in December

I’d fallen so deep in love

But it wasn’t meant to be

Just beyond my control

She walked away from me

I sat and sobbed for hours

The pain tore me up inside

Curled up on the bed we shared

Awaiting it all to subside

Though it’s been many years

As I reflect from this memoir

We both survived the journey

But I’ll always retain this scar

If I close my eyes tight enough

I can still see her silhouette

She’s better off without me

But is someone I can’t forget

Happily married, I’ve moved on

I pray that time has set her free

Youthful memories from long ago

From a poolside apartment #3

Back in 63

I remember those days

When we just ran the streets

Everybody was dancing

To their own drumbeats

It was a carefree life

We had it all figured out

But soon life would show us

What it’s all about

As time passed by

We still could run with the crowd

But as we get older

Some things just aren’t allowed

I remember the beach

Back there in 63

I was playing guitar

And you were listening to me

I sang from my soul

And told you how I felt

You said it caused chills

And that it made your heart melt

But now it’s been forty years

And all my hair’s turned grey

You said you wouldn’t have it

Any other way

I can still play a tune

And bring those chills back again

As we reminisce

About those days back then

When I’m alone in my room

Writing another song

I speak about life

And I know you’d sing along

I still see the love

Burning deep in your eyes

It’s just as beautiful

As a spring sunrise

Sometimes I shake my head

Thinking that you picked me

You’ve shown me so much

And set my spirit free

You said you gave me your heart

We’ve had good times through it all

I can hear all the sounds

As those old memories call

They bring a smile to my face

As I see that look in your eye

I just feel so alive

You make my ego fly

So I wrote down these words

And I know you’re listening to me

As I go back in my mind

To those days in 63

Beautiful Sadness

It’s a beautiful sadness

When I think that you’re now gone

Though I’m not really sure

How I’ll carry on

And though I’m reminded

When I call out your name

I still say the words

Because the feeling is the same

I know that you’re up there

Smiling down on me

You’ll be my guardian angel

Till this world sets me free

I think of you now

Though I’m alone in this place

And in the back of my mind

I see your sweet cherished face

Sometimes when I’m weak

And find it hard to stand

It’s then I feel the touch

Of your soft guiding hand

Though I miss you like crazy

And just not sure what to do

Yet in this beautiful sadness

It’s your love that’ll pull me through