Biography of Howard Johnson
I need to up my bio a little.First thought, I Write to manage stress with a pen, I need to understand how to bring it down, Draw the reader in
So they will can have a deeper feel for my writing.It keeps me off the couch.
Some say I should use pills....To control the ups and downs,
If I did that I would not have any poems or any really great friends on P.H.
Howard Johnson Poems
Funeral End For My Friend
I am standing at your funeral Ready to say good bye I am standing here
The place like twilight Parting between sleep and thought Not quite across the threshold of unconsciousness In its door way
Her fingers long and slender As to the rest of her Wonder how such frailty could, labor
A large willow tree Still budding With small leaves Taking in warmth
The measure of a Man/woman Is not the amount problems he/she has
Kindness Sharing And service Seprates us from,
The Tree That Knew Me.
My tree will know it all The tree of my childhood With the endless branches And the many whispers
In a drawer Behind some forgotten Necessities of life That cannot be thrown away
Creative thoughts-I let them dance alone On empty shores of hopeful bliss Their beauty can my life enhance As your tender kiss
A Day For....
An unsewn day rises from yesterdays dust it's a new day to darn a choice of many colors Empty canvas
A Hole Filled In Me
She is strong and I am not She filled a hole in me that was hard to spot I am greatful for that she gave to me At risk it may be
Lonely and in the dark of night, Void of comfort, security and full of fright, I carry my weight of loss and wanting you.
I Wish To Be
You are alive, full of life,
I love the way you laugh,
You have depth to be discovered,
talk tell discuss,
Keep the words of value,
For rejuvnating my depleted life,