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.




Kindness Poem 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.




Poems by Brent M. Jones

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. 









Several Poems

Poems by Brent M. Jones

Lying Eyes

Who you going to believe                                               Who are you going to call                                               Those lying eyes might just                                             Tell all!

Hearts are Feeling

 Hearts are feeling                                                       Baez and Dylan Singing
 Voices pulsating
 Messages Ringing
 Thoughts of Resistance
 Sounds of being

Who, only More

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

Several Poems

Poems by Brent M. Jones

Words Are Wind

Words are wind. They blow away your Footprints. Make sure your words. Respect others footprints. So others will respect Yours.

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

Goodness Rains

 Feel the Goodness,                                                                   Fell the Pain,                                                                           Feel the Sadness,                                                                 Descending like Rain

 Feel the Goodness                                                                   Feel the Pain                                                                           Feel the Sadness                                                         Descending like Rain

 Pain and Sadness Open Hearts                                               Grief and Despair Show the Way                                       Longing for Goodness                                                 Descending like Rain                                                                   

 All have Goodness                                                                     All feel Pain                                                                           Share Your Goodness                                                             Lose your Pain


Till We Meet Again & Poetry Feelings

Poems by Brent M. Jones

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

Song of Tonight

by Brent Jones

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

By Brent Jones

“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



by Brent Jones

Love Pure                                                                 Kindness Reflected,                                                     Virtue Defined

Motive Hurts,                                                                 Heart still Rules                                                               Not the Mind

 Goodness still comes                                                  From the Heart                                                              Not the Mind

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


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


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