Brian Johnston Poems

In the ashes of a home
Remains a stone fireplace
That still stands against the sky
Decaying at its own pace
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If you fear love, Love, love it cannot be,
Love's always there to lift your spirit up,
Your sins to bear, like Christ on Calvary.
With love there‘s never a half empty cup.
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Let me share the magic of your life,
Access your hot spot,
Go where no one's ever gone before,
Always share your lot.
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Oh who would dare to speak for whales,
Yet who would not join in this fight,
Their poetry of depths unknown,
The power in their mighty tales,
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My mother truly was a most creative creature,
And our backyard was just a child's dream place to play in,
From swing set whose design could access high tree branches
Ensconced in sandy playground, purposed child's own welfare
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Shout, for your life may depend on it,
Sing, for the world needs your song,
Cry and your pain's voice may benefit,
Laugh and the world strings along.
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Not everyone who sees a “Wolf” is really in much danger
For lone wolves are quite shy and only show a woodsy face
Not everyone who feels alone is really such a stranger
To friends that seem to ‘disappear’ at times without a trace.
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So is it heart or is it soul
That creates the closest bond
And what role has mind in its conception?
And oh, the sacred fire! What is its coal?
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We all know that we know there's someone that's smarter
That our best's not the best that will ever be done.
But that is no reason to quit, a no starter,
And it's not like a small bit of work's a burden.
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