My Poems

My Poems Explode with Passion

They have deep meaning,

Read em slowly and the reveal true Intensity

My Poems can be any Color,

whether Required or Desired.

Look at em Closely, and YOU Decide

My Poems Texture could be Slick or Rough like gravel,

Run your fingers across the paper and

feel what you want to Feel

My Poems intertwine with One Another

like Poisened Vines climbing the length of a Redwood Tree

They are connected in one Way or the Other.

My Poems tell the story of My Life and the bits

and Pieces in Between

And if they sound familiar, Perhaps

They will tell you your Story too

Read them, Feel them, Breathe them..

And YOU decide

~HKJ, 1999

Come My Cowboy

I wonder where you are

My Man, My Lover, My Shooting Star

Perhaps youre calling for me through the Wind

Or maybe you let me know of your presence when

you shoot lightening through the Sky.

Wherever you be on this lonely night, I pray

Come to me!

Come my Cowboy and Fly me to the Moon

Come my Cowboy, let the night Play us a Tune

Hold me in your arms and cover me with all

your sweet kisses that you have to give!

Come my Cowboy, show yourself

For I have no knowledge of who you truly are.

The skies will never let us part, so do not fear

So, Come my Cowboy, Come.

I can hardly think of a time and place

When Ive fallen so deeply in love with someone

When I havent touched their face

The silent visions become my nightmares

But youve captured me

made me see what LOVE can really be

Come my Cowboy, so I can feel your presence with me Always

Come my Cowboy and touch me...like you do in my Dreams.

~HKJ 2003

The Stranger

Hands rugged, cut and thick like leather
One carries an empty pail from noontimes meal
The other pulls a cigarette from behind the ear
I drive on past, wonder how does he feel?

For whatever reason his dirtied face had caught my eye...
with his pants tucked into ol' Justin boots and a
Carhardt jacket that had seen its better days
His head upturned towards the road,
and peering from under a Boston sox cap
I swear Id seen him once before

Hes walked that road for many days
To and from a job at lands end
where water meets the shore, he works on boats
he will never get to drive...constant 9-5.

Wheres he off to? Somewhere I hope
that he calls home
Cuz the eastern boards too lonesome and cold.
February delivers its harsh mother nature blows
In forms of snow and sleet and makes for
ice so slippery under our feet.

May his destination provide for warmth and shelter
A hard workin man deserves so much better.
Still no idear why he touched my heart so near but to place this
pen to milky paper allows an outlet for a haunting fear.

I glance in my rearview, to see the young man staring back,
And at once I wondered, what did he see when he looked at me?
His eyes were sad and dark...hiding shadows from a toxic past that would be his last.
Or so Ive been told, the tales been sold..that the man with the lunch pail, had died right there.

~HKJ 2010

unsilenced

Your face was carved from smoke.

Your voice numbed the world with just one word.

Your eyes were the darkness beneath the storm.

Your chest and arms, the mountains that kept me warm.

The sound of your heartbeat made the planets collide.

The weight of your lips changed the pace of the tide.

You made me whole and tore me apart.

And your perception of life unsilenced my heart.
<3

~Haley K. Johnson

2003

the poem born from mystery

Thinking of you

and of peaches and apricots

Cinnamon sticks
and of blackberry wine

From books on philosophy
Cherry blossoms in bloom

Remembrance of French asiatic perfumes..

Need not say the word were thinking of,
though no words are spoken,
feelings of love

Songs of Sappho
pronounce life but not death and
crystalline figures of cold morning breath

Thinking of you and of
peaches and apricots..

Young fertile husks of
ripe golden corn

Smile to the morning
The new one is born!

Why can you fall
But ever so forelorn

THINK ONLY OF YOU AND OF
PEACHES AND APRICOTS

Together we will have our troubles,
fights over cinnamon sticks yet
never come to doom
Cherry blossoms forever will bloom

Smells do they change, yet feelings remain
and life will always chill our breath.

But never till the end, will our love ever bend

While thinking of you and
of peaches and apricots

~HKJ, DateUnknown

Give it to me like it is!

"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart." --Helen Keller

"Where your pleasure is, there is your treasure: where your treasure, there your heart; where your heart, there your happiness." --Saint Augustine

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the strength to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference."

"Be patient wild eyes.Soon will come a storm to tame you.Let her winds surround you. Match her fury and let fires reign.There is no escape.Nature means what she does." --Anonymous

"Some day, after we have mastered the winds and the waves, the tides and gravity, we will harness the energies of love. And, for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire." --Annoymous

"There is only one happiness in life -- to love and to be loved." --George Sand

"Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued is always beyond our grasp, but if you sit down quietly may alight upon you." -- Nathaniel Hawthorne

"I'm talking about fate here - when feelings are so powerful it's as if some force beyond your control is guiding you to someone who can make you happy beyond your wildest dreams." --Anonymous

"Is all that we see or seem, but a dream within a dream?" --Edgar Allen Poe

"After the game, the king and the pawn still always go into the same box." --Italian Proverb

"Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible sun within us." --Sir Thomas Brown

"God ever works with those who work with will." --Aeschylus

"It is easier to be wise for others than for ourselves." --Francois De La Rochefoucauld

"Feelings of worth can flourish only in an atmosphere where individual differences are appreciated, mistakes are tolerated, communication is open, and rules are flexible - the kind of atmosphere that is found in a nurturing family." -- Virginia Satir

"Fathers are like a lighthouse… when there is fog his children can always depend on seeing the light." -- Christy Borgeld

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that frightens us. Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us." -- Nelson Mandela

"My life is my message." -- Mahatma Ghandi

"And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years." -- Abraham Lincoln

"A man is not old until regrets start taking place of dreams." -- Anonymous