Eddie E. Johnson

Mathiston, Mississippi

Poetry bridges the gap between the real and unreal. It is seemingly clear, as well as vaguely puzzling. The imagination it creates is really factual with everyday events and occurrences. The reality of any situation effects the outcome. Nature plays a major role in these events. Poetry is like the leaves on a tree, without the branches we know there would not be any leaves. Poetry to me is beauty in it's rarest form of self creativeness. It gives the writer, as well as the reader a chance to think. Poetry opens the mind.

Gods Comfort

Beautiful child of mine
Reach out your hand
I control all things
Miracles of the land

hear my constant voice
Whisper in the wind
Calling out to mankind
I am your true friend.

The keys to eternity
Exist in my control
Your are mine also,
To shape and mold.

Cherish your lives sacredly
Upon rising each day
I'll be your guide
Along the narrow way.

Dance Till Dawn

Like the sound of Michael's horn
Tis the coming of the distant morn
Liked the sheath of the gazelles womb
Bearing forth her newborn fawn.

Time and space will all anew.
A world cast in fragrant hugh
Moonlit stars cast in red
Showing the clasps of living and dead.

Reach your hands up to the light
Don't be afraid of the darkened night
Although bodies are weary and torn
Dream the impossible , and dance till dawn.

Question Yourself

Did you hug someone,
Or show affection today?
Did you help another,
Along the journey way?

Did you smile at a friend,
to let them know you're there?
Did you say anything kind,
Letting them know you care?

Did you listen very carefully,
To someone else this day?
Or did you say something mean,
and cause their mind to go astray?

Did you follow by example,
The way you know is right?
Or were you so self involved,
You put the needs of others out of sight?