The Well House Poems

By Gerald F. Heaney

This is a book of selected poems, some new, some not so new. it is my first book publication, though some of my poems have been published elsewhere. There are some lessons to be learned laughs to be had and tears to be shed. Enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Mar 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781631928086

Gerald F. Heaney

Gerald Heaney has been writing for most of his adult life. His fondness for intrigue and the macabre has led him down some pretty dark corridors of time and space. He loves a story that ends in a twist as you will find in these stories within. He lives in a small town in Michigan with his wife Christine and his cat Shadow.

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Snow

YING YANG

Sadness can be a sky bound balloon,

A child’s searching eyes, an outstretched hand,

A voice breaking the stillness of the night,

A pressing wind against the heart,

The hushed silence in a lover’s voice,

A promise kept, a promise un-kept,

The day before, the day after,

The need for prayer,

The touch of another,

The same can be said for,

(Happiness)

WORDS

Words are a gamble if they’re spoken from the heart.

The truth it’s said, if it were known, would tear this world apart,

So it’s covered up with Mayo, with pickles on the side,

It makes them slide down better when we swallow up our pride.

It’s fancied up with jewelry from the very best of stores,

It’s sweetened up with pay-offs and the finest third street whores,

It’s made to look appealing so you’ll by them off the rack,

But when you find out they don’t fit, they won’t let you take them back,

But don’t your sake let them know that you’ve figured out what’s true,

Or they’ll come and lock away your heart no matter what you do,

So like the rest just dress them up, and turn a silent ear,

And like the rest, in time you’ll find the lie is all you’ll hear.

WHAT THERE IS ABOUT A BENCH?

There is that thing about a bench

It says come sit, come rest and be at peace,

Read a paper, or a book, or just take some time to look,

A park bench by the sea, or a crowded city street,

To watch and listen, to wrap your arms around the moment

Or another, some are wood and finely made, some are in the sun,

Others in the shade, some are merely stumps,

But all of them, the man made and the not,

All are calmly waiting for our rumps.

FOR THE KID IN YOUR HEART

Set your sail and catch the wind,

Watch now; watch now, time to begin,

Cast off your shoes onto the river bed,

Run like a child into life ahead,

Take the reins and ride afar, throw a stone and

Hit a star, take a clock and turn it back,

Hit a ball with a mighty whack,

You can do it all if you try,

But don’t for God’s sake question why,

And if you stumble, if you fall,

If you trip along the way,

Get back up and, play, play, play.

WALK WITH ME

Walk a ways with me. Just a block or two,

Talk to me as if we were friends,

Make me laugh again,

Smile with me, if only for a while,

Hold my hand,

Walk with me into the sunset,

Into the evening mist,

Yes, even as far as night,

As if we were friends,

Old friends once again.

Just block or two and then no more.

TIC-TOC

Time clocks ticking, sweat drops flicking,

Off the head of the worker’s brow,

Life time’s wicking, muscles pricking,

Stocks falling on the Dow,

Hopes a waning, budgets straining,

Relief is like a fading cloud,

Ghettos rising, not surprising,

Makes a body wanna cry out loud.

THERE IS A PLACE

There is a place where a river runs

Where the clouds and the purple meet,

Where my prayers are heard without a single word,

Where time cannot defeat,

It lies beyond forever

And the road there has no signs,

But 1 go there, because 1 know there,

Is a sun that always shines.

THE TURTLE CATCHER / MEGAN ON THE POND

In the quiet of the evening’s air

When the whole world was at rest,

There was one that was unsettled

Who sought her gallant quest,

She sailed alone with net in hand