Trust

From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years 1883 – 1886

Trust

In the dark deep night of a Winter’s day
I ponder thoughts that happen my way.
Warm by your side, yet a chill draft comes
Making me think of the nature of love.

I do not trust that we will be perfect
That our love we will never reject.
I know we are human and likely to fall
If put on a pedestal haughty and tall.

I do not trust that we will never fail
Our bodies are wicked and tend to be frail.
The best intentions come crashing down
When piled by two lovers and sloppily bound.

Trust can be a most  flighty thing.
Trust hovers about on flimsy wings.
One thing we know, there can be no doubt
We trust in each other to work things out.

Love Is Not Fair

From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years 1883 – 1886

Love Is Not Fair

Love is not fair, and lovers will find
It is better with love to be tolerant and kind.
Forgiving the faults of the human being
Who all of your faults is constantly seeing.

Love is not fair, it is never equal.
Your hope in your heart, your heart on a wheel.
Spinning and rolling day after day.
It seems things never go your way.

Love is not fair, it will turn on you,
But your lover will be there to comfort you.
Grateful, you will lean and be held.
Growing stronger as the two of you meld.

Love is not fair, but it is so right.
Seeking a hand in the dead of night.
Taking control then giving completely.
Helping and guiding each other tenderly.

Fair and Right

From “The Poems of John H.Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years 1883 – 1886

Fair and Right

This incredible world holds many things.
Wondrous awe it daily brings.
On this ancient stage where life lifts the curtain.
Nothing is fair and that is for certain.

Young people die in old people’s wars.
Lovers are parted by slamming doors.
The poor slave in the rich’s homes.
Heartbreaking words fill every poem.

The world may not ever be fair,
But take a bit of solace here.
If you do what is right rewarded you’ll be.
Seek to do right and despair will flee.

Do good and be right to all you know,
Life will goodness your way throw.
Reap the benefits of a steady mind.
To all in the world be equally kind.

Fairness will never be found if sought.
Righteous anger should never be wrought.
To look for fairness is utterly fruitless.
Be right in your actions never the less.

A Poem For A Wedding

From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years 1883 – 1886

A Poem For A Wedding

A wedding day is day of culmination
Of two lonely souls with determination,
Following mazes and paths overgrown,
To find each other and make each their own.

A wedding day is a day of glorious victory.
A peace earned through fighting gallantly.
Battling foes wrought by happenstance,
Finding a partner for a victory dance.

A wedding day is a day of thanksgiving.
Thankful for one who makes life worth living.
Thankful you found a heart of pure gold.
Humble in thanks for someone to hold.

A wedding day is a day of celebration.
Family and friends united in exaltation
Of the ancient rite of matrimony.
Giving and taking the one you love only.

A wedding day is a day of mirth and gaiety.
Highlighting the vows of great solemnity.
Two hearts are joined  making just one,
One strong heart to face what has begun.

Praise and Criticism

From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years 1883 – 1886

Praise and Criticism

How we love a hint of praise,
Lightens our step and makes our day.
Makes us feel so superior,
Like we were never seen before.
Even if the kudos was weak,
We grow a smile from cheek to cheek.
Praise puts in the eye a certain gleam,
A definite boost to the self-esteem.
A simple thing, a pleasant word,
Becomes the best thing we ever heard.

And yet praise’s partner, criticism,
Can bring a halt to all witticism.
A cruel remark and all creativity
Is put in a boat and set out to sea.
The critic is always so sincere,
Whispering only the truth in our ear.
But whispers turn to inward dread.
We can not get it out of our head.
A hardhearted word is a dangerous thing.
Ponder the tumult that it brings.

Considering the fact that we are all brothers,
What gives one the right to judge another?
We are all just the same within,
Human and spirit under the skin.
Who is above and who is below?
Who is chosen to be the one to know?
Although praise is sweet it is not needed,
When inner peace is consulted and heeded.
A criticism meant for good or bad,
Is not something that we need to have.

It is so hard not to seek praise,
Live our lives in a joyful way.
To smile at those who criticize.
Knowing they can not realize,
That to judge another is not their place.
How hard to live without a trace
Of righteousness, insisting we must be heard.
As if nothing as important as our words.
Imagine to never be judged at all
Free and unencumbered, standing tall.

Beachy Head

From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years 1883-1886

Beachy Head

Take my hand and follow me
To Beachy Head by the sea.
I will show you wonders there
We will tumble, get sand in our hair.

Through the waves we will splash
I’ll slip in the foam and you will laugh.
Happily we’ll play in the sand,
I’ll build you a castle for fairyland.

You may bury me up to the neck.
As long as you give me several pecks.
A kiss for every well placed shovel,
And one more for all my trouble.

I will buy you a tasty treat,
Saltwater taffy, salty and sweet.
So sticky and gooey we will wash our hands,
In the lapping waves as the afternoon ends.

When sunset comes we’ll watch the show.
You’ll tell me all the facts you know
About refraction and solar rays.
I’ll know we had a memorable day.

Later we’ll dine on fish and chips,
And I will kiss those salty lips.
Arm in arm we’ll greet the night sky
Take a walk on Beachy Head, you and I.

Hand in Hand

From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years 1883 – 1886

Hand in Hand

I met an elderly couple walking
Hand in hand quietly talking.
They had been married forty years
Through times of joy and times of tears
They had each other to lean upon.
Smiling knowingly, they meandered on.

I watched them go feeling bittersweet.
How lucky they were to ever meet
Someone they could count on endlessly,
And trust to be there eternally.
How many can say at the end of life
They truly treasure their husband or wife.

Thinking of our love has brought a smile
Together we have traveled for many a mile.
A few less than forty our love has lasted.
Many trials and tests have already passed.
Our love is a strong and hearty one
Gathering strength beneath the sun.

Bring on the trials that fate has in-store
I know we will last forevermore.
For love is mighty that suffers pain
Made ever stronger by storms and rain.
But the greater part of life is sunshine.
Come walk with me with your hand in mine.

Misery Loves Company

From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years 1883 – 1886

Misery Loves Company

Misery loves company
And you feel miserable.
So come and sit beside me,
To that I would be agreeable.

I will keep you company,
But I will not share your misery.

You may continue on your rant
And I will listen peacefully.
I will not join you, I can not
Destroy the joy I found so recently.

I will keep you company,
But I will not share your misery.

I will let you storm and rage
Nodding my head now and then.
You pace like a lion in a cage.
My placid stance will not bend.

I will keep you company,
But I will not share your misery.

When you are spent and done,
I will take you by the hand
And gently feed you reason.
I will show you where I stand.

I will keep you company,
But I will not share your misery.

Is Love Worth All This?

From “The poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years 1883 – 1886

Is Love Worth All This?

Is love worth the pain?
It is! It is!
I will never be so alone again.

Is love worth the risk?
It is! It is!
In awe I view love’s turns and twists.

Is love worth the doubt?
It is! It is!
What better thing to worry about.

Is love worth the fear?
It is! It is!
I embrace the one that I hold dear.

Is love worth the moods?
It is! It is!
I learn to speak to be understood.

Is love worth the fights?
It is! It is!
I wake to smiles in the dead of night.

Is love worth all this?
It is! It is!
The reward is held in my lover’s kiss.

Let The Bells Be Tolled

From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years 1883 – 1886

Let the Bells Be Tolled

You kissed me at the cafe’ this morning
Before you sipped your hot coffee.
You gave me not a moments warning.
You seemed quite oblivious to me.

A moment later, absorbed in the paper
You munched on a piece of bread.
Dumbfounded, I hoped sooner or later
You would look up or move your head.

I stroked my now blushing cheek
Still warm from its brief encounter.
I felt so strange, so fragile and weak.
Your kiss forced me to ponder.

Had the love we shared become so bold
That kisses need not be stolen?
Shout the news! Let the bells be tolled!
For a love too strong to be broken!