Brian Johnston Poems

It seems a shame that you're not here
To share my evening stroll with me,
As I walk down this gravel road
That takes off just outside of town.
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Should tomorrow start without me
My dear friend, please understand,
Who would choose this path, day's ending?
Still, I trust my savior's hand.
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Although you did not marry me, what man has honored more
The dreams you've dreamt, your folks there too, gifts fossilized by time!
Although our love missed Bluest Skies, "Je t‘aime" still seems to rhyme
In ‘Poetry of Later Life, ' a prize worth fighting for!
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That one's clock just winds down is my vote for time's end,
Though to run out your clock sounds like you have a choice,
Or that ego's involved, judgment's rushed, Grace came late.
But time's arrow is no oxymoron, my friend.
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Theologians all euthanize miracle's glow,
Like a child might dehydrate and pin butterflies,
Jaundiced eye longs to render them all party tricks,
Puts the best under glass just to marginalize!
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If I kissed it, would that make it better?
Are you needing much more than a friend?
Would it help if I held you so deep in my love
That your 'breath fears' would fade in the end?
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Ripples of love attended your birth
Your delicate mass bending space-time itself
A gravity well that I don't want to escape.
This event looms on my horizon,
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The past can't tell the future; I'd almost forgotten this,
The past six years had brought me higher yields than average,
Though expectations soared, now nada, nothing, zilch.
Our wheat fields decimated from the lack of rain.
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Is it that time gets away from me
Or that every second has its own story to tell
And that my circuits get overloaded at times?
In truth, some seconds are astounding:
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It's mystery, just fantasy,
That reader's "take" on any rhyme
Should supersede the poet's time,
The vision that he bleeds to pen,
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