Brian Johnston

Gold Star - 15,032 Points (Jan.20,1943 / Oklahoma)

Ph: Life: Who I Am - Poem by Brian Johnston

I wish I could be clearer too
But when a mirror comes to view
I find reflections blur the tons
Of promises I've yet to keep.
The virtues to which I aspire
Just kindling in God's cleansing fire
A testament to what I've spent
In daytime dreams before I sleep.

At times my eyes are shallower
Than tadpole bog from summer shower
But there’s a depth in self-less mirth
That fathoms ocean’s honesty!
I have my scars and injuries
Reminders that I sometime please
With sad stories and past glories
For which there is no amnesty.

I don’t take pride in vanquished foes
Or stealthy night walks on my toes,
The charges led, the grateful dead,
Aren’t bullet marked on résumé.
Yes, memories of past wars hurt
And new one's benefits seem curt,
The battles won, the killing done
And winning joy's naiveté.

In personality a spark
Of servanthood, like Noah’s ark,
Yet to serve God, His judgment odd,
World lost to save humanity.
And honestly how can this stand,
This horrifying reprimand
Where saints all fail and demons wail,
Is Justice too insanity?

But Bible’s truth is Parable
And God’s Love not unbearable
Though we may fret, bemoan our debt,
God's Justice earned, but Grace God’s gift.
Though truth may not be found in me
In loving God I can be free,
My sails are full, sin’s lost its pull,
My restless heart no more adrift.

Direction comes with good intent,
And peace the fruit of time well spent,
Green pastures call, demand my all,
My patience ripples on a lake.
For service is a restful noise,
Like one the wind in leaves employs
Ripples caress, service redress
Wounds of a soul lost on the take.

Sure I’ve a temper, hear me roar,
But keep your gun locked in its drawer
My passions vent, my anger spent,
I’ll soon be sleeping like dead tree.
My happiness the world of Pooh
With flowers that are meant for two,
Or three or four, open the door,
Here friendship has no enemy!

My love a cloud embracing all
Its form envelopes like a shawl,
With scent of earth, infusing worth,
Dew drops condensing on a rose.
I’m loyal like no one you’ve seen,
Like color in an evergreen,
Put doubt aside, embrace the pride
Of emperor without his clothes.

I’ve tried to do sir what you asked
But you did set me quite a task
Hope that you see, something of me,
In my poor effort at this verse.
And now as I am close to done,
I swear it’s been a lot of fun,
Though poetry’s not rocketry,
Well, hell, my friend, it could be worse!

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Brian Johnston
March 3,2015

Poet's Notes:
This poem is an Echoed response to a popular poem on PoemHunter.com by the poet John Westlake called 'How I Would Describe Me.' If John eventually gives me permission I will publish his poem here as well.

Comments about Ph: Life: Who I Am by Brian Johnston

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (3/5/2015 8:11:00 AM)


    Very nicely envisioned. Best word play. I like this poem. The lines I most like are But Bible’s truth is Parable
    And God’s Love not unbearable
    Though we may fret, bemoan our debt,
    God's Justice earned, but Grace God’s gift.
    Though truth may not be found in me
    In loving God I can be free,
    My sails are full, sin’s lost its pull,
    My restless heart no more adrift......
    Many thanks respected sir, keep the ball rolling.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 11, 2015


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