Poems: Goodness & Stick to Your Task

Goodness -by Brent M. Jones

Goodness is the greatest good.

Still we should measure our thoughts and deeds,

Against this standard, instead of greed.


Stick to your Task, by Anonymous 

Stick to your task till it sticks to you;

Beginners are many, but enders are few.

Honor, power, place and praise

Will come, in time, to the one who stays.

Stick to your task till it sticks to you;

Bend at it, sweat at it, smile at it too;


Poems, Rain, Do Right by Brent M. Jones


"A drop of rain
The sun shines
Flowers welcome both
It's natures way" - Brent M. Jones

Do Right

"Do what is right, Review every night, Do what is right, Do it without spite, Do what is right, or do nothing at all. Do what is right, let the consequences fall."  -Brent M. Jones

Poems Wisdom Matters, Mountain Friend & Creations by Brent M. Jones and Summary comment on Caged Bird Sings


I know Why The Caged Bird Sings-by Maya Angelou 

     (Last Verse)

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.








Wisdom Matters  by Brent M. Jone             

You have to want wisdom  to find it, it won't find you.
Think and then act, or act then think, but look for wisdom. Believe wisdom matters. 

Mountain Friend by Brent M. Jones

A mountain is a friend, always there for you. 

It inspires when needed, and confirms your lofty goals. 

It testifies of the creator,    and gives purpose to our souls.

Creations by Brent M. Jones

Art must be found.
Art informs.
Beauty is not always obvious.
Creations inform.
Find the Creator.
All life informs.  


Poem Kindness, Veterans Day & God has not Promised

Poems by

Brent M. Jones


Be kind throughout your life.Do good where you can.

Make happiness your choice.Respect your fellow man.

Don’t judge people different. Be grateful for your life.

Use politeness and kindness. Let your soul reflect the light.

Veterans Day

When those who went before us, gave their lives for principle, then we owe it to their them to honor and live those principles.

Poem by

Annie Johnson Flint


God has not Promised

God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

 But God hath promised strength for the day,
 Rest for the labor, light for the way,
 Grace for the trials, help from above,
 Unfailing sympathy, undying love.

God hath not promised we shall not know
Toil and temptation, trouble and woe;
He hath not told us we shall not bear
Many a burden, many a care.

God hath not promised smooth roads and wide,
Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;
Never a mountain, rocky and steep,
Never a river, turbid and deep.




Several Poems by Brent M. Jones

Poems by Brent M. Jones

Butterflies are Light

A butterfly chooses where to land.
Bringing light and beauty on its wings.
Light sitting, like a sunbeam.
Choosing when to leave

Help me Lord

Memory fill the night. Please help make my pain and memories light. In your arms I find comfort. Guide me in my days. Help me Lord, this night

The Trip

Challenge and wonder are along your path. Each day a new turn will attract what you ask. Others may seek the beauty of your trail. Focus on your journey and leave the destination for last. 


Words are wind. 

They blow away your Footprints. Make sure your words. Respect others footprints. So others will respect yours.

Lying Eyes

Who you going to believe.                          Who are you going to call.                            Those lying eyes might just tell all.

                                     Baez and Dylan

Voices Singing
Messages Ringing
Thoughts of Being

Who Will Stop It

Good Men stand against corruption and War.
Government promises, nothing changes, only more.
Who will stop it. Who, is it only more?






Poems by Brent M. Jones

Poems by Brent M. Jones

Song of Tonight

No rage, just light.          Embraced by the old   Touched with the light     Is the new world like the old. 

Are memories going to die.                        Memories of fathers, families, friends.

Truth is eternal.              Things will be right        For now desire,            Only to do whats right.


Thank You for Coming

I asked for direction
You came into my life
I hurt you, you hurt me.
I learned I was wrong

I said I was sorry
Sorry I caused harm

You listened and helped me
Our lives seem improved
Thank you for coming



Love Pure, Kindness Reflected, Virtue Defined

Motive Hurts, Heart still Rules, Not the Mind Goodness still comes           From the Heart, Not the Mind

Till We Meet Again

Will we meet again
Have we met before
If not then, is it only now?
Is now all we have          If we met before,
Could that be why         We have met again

Did we exist before
Will we live again

What is the purpose of knowing you now, if not then?

Why did you hurt me?
Why did I hurt you?
Did we care then?

When I see you, if we meet again, 
I will care then
I will be sorry if I hurt you


Poetry Is About Feelings

Poetry is about feelings. The poet takes feelings and uses words to express them. The artist takes feelings and uses paint or clay to express them.  Art informs and people see what art wants them to see. Poetry informs of feelings. A picture is like a poem and it takes memories and captures them. Memories may be a form of poetry.

Several Poems by Brent M. Jones

Not Alone 

I felt alone, I had no answers
A person came and filled the need.

I felt concerned with my progress
A person came and had a need.

Why did they come
How did the know
Are we all connected
Help me to know

Life Story

Goodness of People, Often blurs each day A life story reveals what's in the way.

Day Breaks

Day breaks, leaving night behind
The light comes softly, a little at a time
Colors step from the darkness
A new day, with more time


Words to Verse

Feelings become Words                     Through Song and Verse                 Heart and Soul Longs to Express

Thoughts Connect with Emotion   

The Heart knows the Words.The Soul Connects with Verse


 Crown of Rust

Once a Giant, a Thing of Class           Rusting, sitting on the Grass.              Greatness could be Restored    Rusted from the Roof to the Ground   A new day, A new Color                     Rust now a Crown

Painting the Desert

The Desert Canvas is Brown
Painted in Blue, Yellow and Green
Painted in Red and Brown                   All colors are welcome,
All Colors are found

Purple Sky

by Brent Jones

Why a Purple Sky, Why                       Is a storm coming, When
Is death near, For Who
Will Royalty be here, Soon

Aging Couple

Aging Couple

I see you now, different than before

Years and years gone by

Differences treasured, more and more

Time brings oneness, in who we are

Let my hands touch your face

Just once more, embrace

-Brent Jones

Song of Tonight


Song of Tonight

By Brent Jones


Land and sky, reach out

Embraced by the old

Touched with light

Our new world, like the old

Gone from sight

Memories sometimes fade

Friends eternal companions

Life short, families bright

Truth eternal, desire to do right

Till We Meet When

By Brent M. Jones

Will we meet again / Have we met before

Is it only now / If we met before

Is that why/ We have met again

Did we care before/ Will we meet again

Is it only now/ Will we care then