April Poems

“She turned to the sunlight
    And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
    "Winter is dead.”  -A.A. Miline
 

 

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

 

February- March Poems

Goodness by Brent Jones

Goodness is the greatest good.
If only that we would measure our thoughts and deeds,

Against this standard,              instead of greed.

"The Winds of Fate,” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Thomas Monson said: We have the opportunity to choose. I think an awareness of this truth prompted Ella Wheeler Wilcox to pen the lines"

One ship drives east, and another west,

With the self-same winds that blow.

’Tis the set of the sail, and not the gale,

Which tells us the way to go.

Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate,

As we journey along through life;

’Tis the set of the soul that decides the goal,

And not the calm or the strife.

Annonomyus

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;

"or out of the bend and the sweat and the smile

Will come life’s victories, after awhile.

January Poems

Poems 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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poems by

Brent M. Jones

 

Wisdom Matters


How do you you find Wisdom?
You have to want to find it.
It won't find you.
Think and then Act.
Act and then Think.
You have to want to find it.
Wisdom Matters!

Mountain Friend

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

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

 

December Poems

Poems by

Brent M. Jones

Kindness

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

(1866-1932)

God has not Promised

Annie Johnson Flint (1866-1932)

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

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?


 

 

                                         

 

 

September Poems

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

 

Kindness

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

Not Alone

By Brent Jones

“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

By Brent Jones

  • Goodness of People

  • Often blurred 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
-Brent Jones

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Several Poems

Words to Verse

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

Thoughts Connect with Emotion                           Emotion Speaking Verse                                          

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

Several Poems

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

-Brent Jones

 

 

Purple Sky

by Brent Jones

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

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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