Just a Poet, Just a Poem

By Kevin Browne

Just a Poet, Just a Poem is jam-packed, soaring with everythinglove, life, and writing beautiful things about it. Complexity in the deepening, thought-provoking interrogations ultimately leave the mind enchanted. Conviction fills every word with a meaning that will get the reader thinking. I invite you into my world, where I live, breathe, and desire poetry. I have filled this book with everything I can give. Enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Jun 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546293071

Kevin Browne

Kevin Browne was brought up in the small village of Street, Somerset, England, Great Britain. His passion for writing was noticable at a very early age. He remembers writing his first poem at the tender age 8. He recalls he can’t remember the poem, but was influenced by a subject during an English class and although listening to the teacher he wrote a poem called ‘Ants’. His working life always managed to get in the way of writing until he retired from work due to ill conditions which set free the time for him to begin his journey of a writer’s dream. He took up writing seriously just three years ago and now and has self-published his first book ‘Just A Poet Just A Poem’ and now here he is again in fine form of keeping his pauper layman dreams alive with his stunning new book ‘The Intentions Of Love. He would just like to thank his parents for the support they have given him.

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Published by AuthorHouse 06/28/2018

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Contents

We Must Not Forget

Centuries Past

Goodbye Wasn’t It

Auschwitz

Sentiments Deepen

Warmth of Your Heart

Love is Riddled

Thought You’d Gone

Core of Rock

Broken Memories

Over Civilisations

Mindless Emotions

A Magic Touch

Earth We Live

A, B, C, and Ds

A Broken Branch

So Gentle Sometimes

Edge of Hell

Old Wisdom

Winter Comes

Sharpen Up

A Silent Manner

Evil Souls

Night and Day

Just a Poet

The Stars Shine Down

Bells of Christmas

Before It Began

Silent Night

Leaving the Imagination

Either Good or Bad

I Love You

Beautiful Words

Buckets of Gold

Out Falls Another Year

Poet’s Hill

King and Queen

Someone Dies to Cry a Tear

I Knew You Loved Me Right from the Start

The Cross and Bone of Bad

God Will Do the Rest

Earth Suffers

I Cry a Flower in My Hand

Rosy Steam

Berlin

Dust and Magic

A Lonely Place to Be

Being Humans

Holy Grail

Damaged Soul

Towers

Touching upon Your Life

Things Your Loved Ones Never Did

Peace and Understanding

Sometimes I Wonder

The Day You Left Me There

Eloquent Quagmires

Eden in My Heart

Then the World becomes Dim

God in the Year 3000

God Almighty

The Heartaches When You Leave

When Life became Apparent

Just a Thought

Secret towards a Better Life

Looking Like a Clown

With Our Tears Left to Cry

I

What Else Could You Wish for?

Sweeter than Wine

You’re the …

Time

Always Changing

A Promise to a Friend, by Robert (Damaged Soul)

When I was Young, by Damaged Soul (Robert)

Take Your Heart to the Grave

As My Ink Wets the Paper

Heaven Sat Wondering at the Stars

A Woven Interstellar Mistake

Anything We Know

When a Coffin Sits at Home

Stars and the Bright

Just Like John Lennon Said

Shakespeare Woke Me Up One Day

There’s a Sign I See

Life Begins to Crawl

When love Stands Still

King of Yesterday

Thinking through the Dark

Those Moments Remember

See Your Face

When His Pen Runs out of Ink

To Be a Messenger

Shakespeare Woke Me Up One Day

Thinking Like the Last One Did

God’s Children

Touching Something on My Heart

Ribbons Tied with Hearts

A Foul-Mouthed Toad

The Man Who Never Spoke

Doubts in the Thought

I Love You So

Cleverly Written

Pulling Plugs

Unlock Us All

Framed Imagery

Beauty Is This Life

Never in Return

Sticks and Cons

Headstones Shine

Begging down on Broken Knees

Dimensional Queries

Dimensional Queries

Wilful Intentions

Whispering Ghosts

Finally Go to Sleep

Ridiculous Renditions

Intense Sometimes

A Daffodil Smiling in Yellow

Sentiments It Found

Angle of Deception

Many Ways

Ferraris and Lamborghinis

Importance of Knowing

That Bridge over Troubled Water

Hungry

Grow Grace

Bogwash

Rattlesnake Palette

Fistful of Dreams

Blah, Blah, Blah

Baby Blue

Important Things

Now That’s Magic

Caught in Madness

Love’s Labours Lost

Start All Over

Grace and Pure Beauty

Seventeen Again

Little Thought

Open up Your Heart

Your Old Lady’s Skirt

E=mc2

Flair and Embrace

Butterflies Flew to Me

Stirred up by Mr Me

On the Road Again

Catch Me

Serendipity

Catch Ya Tongue

Into Mexico

In My Heart Again

Always

Lovely When You See Her

A Little Spirit

Breathe Water

45 rpm and Spin

If Only

Here’s a Little Story

Constant

Icy Train Tracks

City Nights

Mastery of Words

A New Life on Your Own

Dancing with the Thought

Lie Down with Me on This Planet

Baby Life

Not Knowing

You’re the Best I Saw

Mr Bumblebee

Fill Your Glass with Cheer

One Day, Someday

Freestyle Poetry

The Blues

I Fit Sorrow

My Words

Love Is

All the World

Lift You up to Rest

One Single Kiss

A Hail of Bullets Rip

Little Beating Heart

In That Place Again

Eaten by an Alligator

Not So Necessary

Dementia

Flower Blooms

Your

This Girl

Oh How Wrong It Could Be

Shining Star

Sticks and Stones

Kinda Special

This Valentine

Crystal Ball

Tough Enough

Safe to Say

Poetry

Better than Being Slick

Live with a Mind

The Existence of Us

Insufficient One

Sentimental Me

Their Names

The things I’ve done

Looking Like She Should

Almost There

Quaint

Memories of It All

A Generous Star

Love Is Plenty Enough

Underneath My Heart

Main Prison

A Friend

The Station

Window Ledge of Love

This Bright Light

I Can Smile

I Look

I Kiss Goodbye

Words

Pesky Throne

Untold Stories

Sometimes a Wonder

Is It You?

It’s What You Do

Freedom Fighter

A Century Gone

Wicked Tongue

Our Planet

Lost Alone

Zigzag

Memory Blues

A Lonely Oyster

Bite to the Bone

Since the Age of Seventeen

The Octopus

Inquisitive, I Know

Set Sail

Took a Boat

That It’s True

A Definitive Thought

Good Old-Fashioned Friends

An Unfortunate One

Little Did You Know

Silenced

Think to Survive

A Marriage You Own

These Days

Beckons a Call

When the Ink Runs Out

Blinked Twice

Two Lovers Kissing

Bent-up Smile

Good Turned Ugly and Bad

When

Perfectly of Right

Heartfelt Surprise

A Slippery Tone

Wishing Well

Silenced by the Sound

Mascara Eyes

Scorched Corridors

A Recipe for Love

My Daughter

Take a Puff

Hope Is Your Key

Whisper Someone

Learned to Cry

Silence Again

Lessons in Desire

Hurts Just a Little Bit

Lightly Lifted

Unknown Territory

The Whole World Through

Something Short

Silent Dreams

Wonders Alone

Drops in the Ocean

Look Behind

Together We Find

Departure of Hope

Sat on a Star

It Feels So Right

Left Unsaid

Squeezed Tightly

The Milky Way

Relevance Mattered

Lonely Ocean

Poetic Freak

Right and Wrong

Physical

Secrets They Own

On a Hook

Sunny Days

Survive

In Life We Find

Guide You Home

Ran a Mile

Broken Church Window

The Same Old Story

Silly Senses

Ounce of Pain

Blood We Bleed

Silently Within

Cloud 11

Same Old Story

Silent in My Soul

Stone Dead

Mental Destruction

By and Gone

That Said

Rejoice

Something Brewing

Sad and Lonely

Years Rolled Over

Some Say

Inside the Ear

Flame of Desire

Financial Fiddle

I Fall Asleep

Shadows of Love

Somebody Told Me

Code of Any Conviction

Century by Far

The Fibres in Our Souls

Floundering Emotions

Violins Played Midnight

Selfish They Say

Show My Hand

Unapparent

The Tears

Rails of Danger

We Must Not Forget

Moments created turned history into another one.

It’s always hard to remember so far back and to forget

when we share a life alone and learn to live with one another.

Backwards we walked, but forward we gained a thought.

Some found a chance to escape, though relived the horror

caged into an eternity without ever knowing what to live for,

a train ride to hell without the chance of ever getting parole.

Don’t take your life for granted; otherwise, you’ll end up in here.

Starvation sours the stench with living in knee-high deep, dirty mud,

stared down upon as the struggle for existence slowly expires.

A race in despair that dwindles away into fading memories,

caught between the murderous killers who have no souls,

and man stood beside, knowing full well the atrocities happened.

Unstoppable is the greed to power and to control a living life,

burned to the ashes without any kind of living or trace to find.

Ruined families, ruined communities, and the audacity of humans

allowing the things to happen when we must turn to God and pray.

So in never leaving a story behind, we should all say a word

about what we do when we have nothing on offer, to give, or to hold

in respect and a priority to the grace of the good humankind.

Eradication is the un-mastery of evil and the terror it leaves behind.

In our world now, we have, as always, the lands we love and protect

to live in and to open up the undiscovered; in love, we must not forget.

Centuries Past

Sat upon our thrones, overlooking our mistakes gone by,

resounding moments, clinging to life, learning what we can:

Centuries passed are built so that beautiful things are shown

when a time reaches out, and we can laugh the tick-tocks away,

filling every hour with all the dreams we discovered inside of us.

Some sentiments say that a memory fixed a rule that day,

perfected it with peace, a word that is always hard to find.

Compliments have passed, not that our tears are filled anyway

with a meaning towards individuality and growing without fears.

Words are silenced when a touching resemblance of love appears,

metaphors filled with delight whilst showing off some poetry skills.

We danced along the distances between the stars last night.

When we spoke about our children upon this earth, we prayed

deep somewhere, created in a bright mindful visionary way,

making marks along our steps. And someday, we will meet again

when we keep finding stories that were never meant to die,

showing off existence is a marvellous thought captured forever.

Unforgiving with a relentless, steaming pot of brand-new ideas

that lifts a spirit longing to be expressed and dearly cherished.

Falling, life has the opportunity to kneel and raise back up again.

Another chance beckons when the mountains shine their danger

to climb higher and see more clearly when we want to see you.

And in our lives, there comes an end when all the memories flood.

Then in our hearts, we learned to love without saying unconditionally,

showing in kindness. And from the inside of us, was born a legacy.

Goodbye Wasn’t It

when you watch a person fall and they hit the floor,

regardless of any motion, make a scene worth fighting for

to a point, and certainly to a high degree: say a prayer along with me.

In succession from a time that passes by, in the line of fire,

so darned it is that a miracle may somehow change the way.

Goodbye wasn’t it; some come back to live another day, tenderly.

In some fairy fashion contenders, we all see the human in you.

But some recognitions reveal what it is we all must confide in

when having no choices that spilled in the ocean, oh so deep and blue,

missing out on opportunities; some achievements have expired.

Yet, doubtlessly and inexorably, rejoice in life: it’s magic, you’ll see,

for faith has its own, and in a way, it’s all so very touching—

with a sounding support from poignant when a child is always born

of loving thoughts that generally care and show concerns of all;

with a health that submits its kindness, not in small but in full—

regarding many elderly (not so forgotten really, in this day and age).

But our hope depends on us, as we, the leaders of our destinies,

shall rise above this life and perceive us all to be helped as one.

When this life is over, that’s not it; it’s not over. More is yet to be done.

Auschwitz

Many have asked, How long were you in Auschwitz?

The answer is, I do not know, but what is known

is that one moment in Auschwitz is an entire day.

A day was like a year; that is like person’s eternity.

How many eternities can a single person have in a lifetime?

I don’t know the answer to that either!

Remembrance is superfluous tens of decades later.

For a survivor of Auschwitz, trying to forget the horrific experiences,

enduring for even one moment is impossible.

Witnessing the atrocities committed at the entrance gate to Auschwitz

was more than enough to keep them awake at night

till the end of time.

It was there the Germans welcomed and started to brutalise their

guests, separating them forever towards their deaths.

RIP, people who suffered in the Holocaust.

Sentiments Deepen

Sentiments deepen when the ocean waves roll over

a struggle late into life, when a fading heart explodes.

So distance now, looking back, it never seemed that far away.

Crawling back into the same imagination from a hundred years ago.

Leftover memories that bore a visionary expertise in remembrance.

Unforgetting are those moments when desires rocked the floor,

a place where once we did roam and scattered out thoughts away.

Situations happened there, and somehow, always found the way.

We dreamed when we woke and dreamed all night long and sang.

Warmth of Your Heart

The life with your love is a love that’s worth fighting for.

When I see the warmth of your heart as it said hello to me,

a smile that caught me when it sits upon the moonlight stars,

the rainbow in your eyes, I watch them slowly pass me by.

Touched inside, we both are, that it pulled back all your beauty

loved along with what you give to me; our love is so free.

Don’t ever look back because my dreams are just beginning,

for you keep me tight, and this is a good year; for now, I’ll say goodnight.

Love is Riddled

So our love is riddled with it all; it can be so deep and torn—

like in an ocean, where everything is tall, wide, and open.

Then we swam to shore, but as soon as we did, we hit the floor

filled with our memories that every childhood sweethearts broken

left us in despair when Mother said we couldn’t wed our locks.

Gosh, I was in awe when I saw you left your bra upon your frock.

Plated up just for us, this life we know now is really meant to be.

Sharks and treasures along with it, but that means naught to me.

Inside, the cravings we used to have linger on and on.

Forever in our arms that closeness with always cherish us.

Regardless if anything could make it worse, happiness wins.

Lived a certain kind of love life as indeed we have, and more.

Thought You’d Gone

Woke up this morning, and I thought you’d gone.

When I cried all alone, and I thought of you.

But I never ever stop thinking about us at all.

And when you weren’t there, then it scared me.

So where did I lose my mind? I guess I’ll never find.

I promise to God that I will never fall and crawl, my dear,

roaming around lost in despair, wishing you were there.

Come sit down beside me with that oh-so-sunny smile.

Hold me in your arms when you know that I don’t care.

Let’s play the game; it’s a time that memories are kind.

A decision was made, so yeah, you knew I’d let you know

somewhere in my heart is a place just so you don’t go.

Didn’t it make it a wonder how we still love and share,

when you picked me up, and I lay down beside you.

Now I’m telling you the truth; I don’t want you to go.

Core of Rock

Left with nothing leaves our imaginations in wonder.

In a book-filled thought, some stories of life remained,

silenced by his stature when a man reached new heights—

an inquisition unheard, which was cornered and led to his fame.

Failing to grow by meandering down the wrong roads

when brighter minds in this run-ruled, unrespected world,

carved from the core of rock until it leaves the edge of time

in succession, as indeed, when we all showed our shame,

and to bore a human soul with the atrocities we breed and show,

Leave some space before it becomes too inadequate to remember

where worldly wisdom needs to stand up and never sits down,

on a dependency against this life in a struggle for existence,

remaining still, as though for some reason life still flows on.

When turning over into a change of brilliant scenery of love

tenders on tiptoes as we all very slowly learn to care again.

Your bridge is our bridge that floats over those troubled waters.

Wash away the tears and bring back brains full of new ideas.

This thing that life exists in, which we breed upon instinctive nerve,

nurtured in ways that always starts a brand-new tomorrow.

So shallow are the holes we live, but at least it’s a home we have.

Dreams eventually desire to open up and start to live like us,

showing life is like a cloud as another beautiful dove flies by.

Broken Memories

Millionaires don’t matter when I’d rather be with you instead.

Spent on flavours that left a sweet, sour taste in my mouth,

I tried to stop how I feel, but I found some love in my soul.

Don’t it pass you by with the swagger of some lady’s heels?

And the scent of a prickly rose feeds my mind with love.

Where did all the flowers go? I found a love note in my heart—

the sincerity and fondness of a girl with so many broken memories,

whereas, within one’s own thought, the cravings and desires

melt away dreams that once sat upon you. Victorian fire surrounded,

and deepening dependencies wilted away down onto God’s earth,

filling experiences that never left anything else to wonder, for

inspiration developed in trusting beliefs that bewilder the lesser.

Those combinations of the filtered requests from all who passed us by,

leaving thoughts behind and the stories that love never forgets,

teachings of illusions and the skills that make us disappear.

With the everlasting of one’s own life and the true love it brings,

tears water up, with a perception of those who are happy ones.

Tender kissed your lips, deservedly so; it’s meant to be.

Wrapped in silk, I saw the beauty—the reality of beauty—in you.

Over Civilisations

Travelling somewhere, crossing over civilisations,

invade human rights and split the lands, divided

borders between, an eventuality that is