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Power Figures    They’re all gone, the power figures, They’re all gone, the power figures, the shapers of my being. Grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles their mission for me fulfilled. Teachers, ministers, neighbors, childhood friends, lovers, even strangers that I’ve met; all of them God’s Mathematicians. Each adding, subtracting, from what I would be. Sometimes I wonder, are they softly cheering, content; or silent, weeping, ashamed of me? Harold Johnson 2015the shapers of my being. Grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles their mission for me fulfilled. Teachers, ministers, neighbors, childhood friends, lovers, even strangers that I’ve met; all of them God’s Mathematicians. Each adding, subtracting, from what I would be. Sometimes I wonder, are they softly cheering, content; or silent, weeping, ashamed of me? POEM BY HAROLD Johnson www.forums.familyfriendpoems.com/ 2015

We sat in a bar We got stinking drunk We left in my car Were both full of spunk We drove through the night Both talking some trash I ran a red light Head on was the crash I lay in the street The blood would not stop A beer by my feet Approached by a cop Body was shaking Heart dropped when he said "Ain't no mistaking Your best friend is dead." I was arrested Ass put in a cell Strength was then tested In suicide hell Very next morning Inside a Courtroom People were mourning I shared in their gloom I looked at his Mom Eyes teary and sad Her world without charm I knew she was MADD "I am so sorry Through hell I will trudge I wish it were me May God be my judge." I have no defense I'm going away Jail's one consequence I sadly must pay The price it will cost It's steep as can be I carry a Cross Too heavy for me I sit in my cell I see your son's face

Valentine For all the times I have hurt you And wasn't there to support you For all the times I failed to shine Darling, won't you be my Valentine ? For all the times I have let you down And all the times I made you frown For all the times I blew your mind Darling, won't you be my Valentine ? For all the times I told a lie And all the times I made you cry For all the times that I was blind Darling, won't you be my Valentine ? For all the times you have missed me And all the times you have kissed me For all the times your lips touched mine Darling, won't you be my Valentine ? For all the times we made sweet love The times we prayed to God above For all the gifts from God Divine Darling, won't you be my Valentine ? For all the hurt and all the tears All the good times throughout the years For all the time you have been mine Darling, won't you be my Valentine ? Author Of This Poem:Ronnie Doe.

ONLY IN TIME. When i think of love i think of u I think of me and all we could be I think about "us" and know that I must stop and take a step back Because this is all in my head a story no one has read a secret held close to my heart So i sit and wish and I dream of a time that when anyone asks I can say that you're mine For i once heard a whisper or perhaps just my thoughts that I am not the only one who wishes and dreams and dares to believe that there would be an "us" a "you and me" And there would be a time that when anyone asks I can say that you're mine That time would come I know this,I do just like i know that roses are red and violets are blue and forever and always I have loved you...

Racing through time Has being an inevitable task Aging with every second that passes Hoping to get the best life has to offer Before leaving it all behind Mine has been no different Trying to find a soul mate Capable of loving me Not judgemental with every single turn Gentle to one's touch Easy on the eyes And a perfectionist Am glad nature took her course Even when I had minimum beliefs she brought us closer Inches away from one mind You are flawless A skin with such glow Eyes that green Lips that soft What more can I ask for You have been there for me Through my dark days U brought me light Even when all I could see was darkness For this I swear I would love you dearly And would continue to love you even more dearly.

My life has being one big roller coaster Living in constant fear and objectiveness I have being called names Prof for one, Greatness and some really Ego bursting ones But I have never lived up to those titles Fumbling at the least chance to prove myself Am caught between webs Failure having a grip on my soul I should pick myself up Dust the dirt from my shoes Looking forward and not a glance backward I could tell you Easier said than done Procrastination has being my way of life Putting everything off for a later time That never shows her face. But this one thing I believe in Being knocked to the ground, Or being tied down Doesn't make you grounded for life But gives you a clearer view Of your next step Be it to spring up from the floor Or to rise slowly, You definitely should be standing By the end of it all.