Biography of Jon Arno
A native of Florida, I now reside in Atlanta Georgia.
We have 4 beautiful seasons here and none of the those are extreme.
I love to write music and poetry.
Have traveled the world and visited many countries on my journey in life.
Love writing that touches the spirit and enjoy conversations that are below the surface.
Do not enjoy being around people who are intellectually dishonest.
Jon Arno Poems
I Still Think Of You
Oh what thoughts do fill my mind Your face displayed and locked in time I hear your voice inside my heart What went wrong… so long apart?
The Whisper Of The Wind
The leaves they dance, the leaves they fall. The whisper of the wind. One more season, one more year. The change, it now begins. For many years, your presence felt. The trees prepare to sleep As I wonder at your work, your voice begins to speak
Who is this beauty? I’m snared by her charm She's smiling while holding another man’s arm Oh she is lovely! I can’t look away I have but one moment.Oh what shall I say?
Oh What Beauty
Oh what beauty bright and fair Swirling locks of golden hair Graceful strides and pleasant smile I stood and stared for quite awhile
Mr. Billy Harcan
There’s an old man down by the Town Hall oak He wears a red cap and a long dark coat People say that trouble caught him by surprise Name is Billy Harcan…There’s sadness in his eyes
In Dreams I Now Play
Tossing and tossing I can’t sleep at all My mind keeps racing I stare at the wall The shadows alive they move when I turn Sounds catch my breath the fear I do spurn
When Will You Come Home?
Sitting in the corner of the room so dark Silence grips my soul …why are we apart? My mind replays the moment that you walked away Why did we let this happen? I wanted you to stay
In Dreams I Now Play
Tossing and tossing I can’t sleep at all
My mind keeps racing I stare at the wall
The shadows alive they move when I turn
Sounds catch my breath the fear I do spurn
I cover my face with the quilt from my bed
I try to find sleep but more thoughts fill my head
Oh that sweet sleep would find me once more
And now there is lighting the rain starts to pour.