jon-york
American
I am a Vietnam combat Veteran- 1969 -1970 while in the Marine Corps and after 40 years I started to write poetry and it was received so well and did so much for me in the way I was feeling in my head, I just kept on writing more poems. I don't write so people can read, I write because that's how I breathe, poetry is my escape. / Love has come and gone so many times in these later years of my life, so I write about it and upon discovering that I could love again after carrying so much hate around with me for so many years after my Vietnam experience, I started to write about it. Relationships with people kept inspiring me to write Poetry and the words just kept coming. Writing keeps my mind off of ugly thoughts of events that took place in Vietnam over 40 years ago. / Changes (the one constant in every ones life) is want makes the world go around and what inspires me to write and is a basic theme in my poems.
As a new year dawns, embrace it as a canvas
for fresh beginnings and boundless growth.
With courage as your compass, greet challenges
as stepping stones toward mastery.
Each sunrise brings an opportunity to redefine
limits, to chase dreams with unwavering enthusiasm.
Let this month be a chapter of resilience and
triumph.
Among the shadows of negativity, let your
positivity shine like a guiding star.
Forge a mindset that turns challenges into
opportunities, adversity into strength.
In every storm, remember, your attitude is
your anchor.
Hold fast to hope, and you'll navigate even
the roughest seas with unwavering grace and
determination.
Embrace 2026
Jon York 2026
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 12:03 PM UTC
I could never understand this bond
that held us together starting when
we were very young. But there was
always the way you kissed me, held
me, your touch and how you looked
at me and the sweet sound of your voice.
Seems only yesterday when in reality
it was more than 50 years ago and
you're still in my thoughts regularly.
You're the only one who has ever
been able to hear the silent words
my lips held secret.
Without a word you hear me,
expressionless you know me,
in dreams I call and wordlessly you answer.
From far away I see you and you
see me, words not required. You
hear me and you know me.
In dreams you answer.
Jon York 2025
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 10:59 PM UTC
I open my eyes and look at the
early morning clouds floating
over the peaceful Kansas plains.
Some are white and some are
blue. I look at them in a daze and
dream of being with you.
Certain moments of your life are so
potent, so rich, so meaningful, so true,
so righteous, that they live forever.
Your life is a series of moments, some
you regret and need to forget. Some
of those righteous ones are living realities,
as present now as they ever were, waiting
to be revisited by anyone who has learned
to step outside time's relentless march and
step into that vast, patient space where those
righteous moments dwell.
Collect moments , not things. Things rust,
get in the way, become hard to look at and
lose their beauty. But those special moments
are always there, yearning to be recalled.
You were one of those righteous moments
in my life, still always there, waiting to be recalled. Jon York 2025
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 2:40 AM UTC
Every day you wake up
you have a new job, to
be better than you were
yesterday.
People are put in your
life for a reason and they
are removed from your
life for a better reason.
Sometimes what your
trying to hold on to is
exactly what you should
let go of.
Life does not get easier,
you just get stronger.
Jon York 2025
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC
We arrive in this world alone, we depart this world alone. This time called life was meant to share.
Love is one of the most powerful energies in the world: it drives us forward: gives us purpose ; and adds meaning where it sometimes seemed none existed.
In its extremes it is either a fountain of the most soaring euphoria and ecstasy: or where it is lost, blocked, or turned away, a bottomless well of despair, pain and profound despondency.
In between the extremes are the smaller moments, laughter shared, tears shed and wiped away, fears soothed.
I look at this all-pervading emotion in hopes of finding the motivation and object of my poetry and art.
I look at you and know me better, for much of what I am is made of you.
All the shades of love are summoned and celebrated in my work.
Jon York 2025
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 7:30 AM UTC
I walked thru my bedroom door,
turned off the overhead light and
crawled into my bed alone again.
And from a million thousand miles
I heard you turn and sigh.
A difficult time.
Such a difficult time to be us.
Was I nothing? Were we nothing?
Can that which starts as nothing
become self-sculpted, shimmering,
strong? I think it can : Therefore,
I am. You are. We are.
Listen very closely : tick, tock, tick, tock
for if you do then you'll hear the reason
I love you. For you tick when I tock.
Jon York 2025
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
Clouds making love in the Kansas skies above,
thundering moans filling the sky, the Sun
stroking the moon softly under the cover of
darkness placing rainbows in your eyes.
I place stars around your body, a constellation
to remind you that the shining of my love
will never die. "My beloved" I said, "let us
*** together and soak our earthly bed." Lets
be silent and say more flowers shall bloom
beneath us. "Say no more." Let the wetness
of our love pour.
My thoughts find you in your reverie, content
to sit in silence and listen to your dream
landscapes full of adventure and pure love,
unadulterated lust, romantic and alluring.
My soul feels yours and you know me. I want
to utter calm to your chaos but I get caught up
in the storm.
Your stars amaze me. They rotate in your universe,
leaving glitter for me to follow and I do follow
you into the deep in your alone space. Jon York 2025
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 1:00 AM UTC
In the room I call
my mind.
You sit at one end
reclining in your
sultry beauty.
Your long blond hair
partially covering
your **** unclothed
body.
Your baby blue eyes
talking to me, calling
out to me as I sit and
sigh.
I have created a
private world where
we never are apart.
Beating always in my
head is your heart. Jon York 2025
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 9:06 AM UTC
Long live all the magic we made.
Hiding in small spaces making out, feeling each others bodies, tasting each other.
Both of us sneaking into a bathroom at stores in broad daylight, locking the door and going to work on each other. Making out on the couch in your home while your father was in the room just around the corner watching TV on his recliner.
I loved those 60's days', we were so young and so much in love.
We tried to run from our love but our souls craved this magic.
Joy is not the absence of chaos and suffering. Joy is proof that chaos and suffering don't have to be the only things that exist.
Increase your connection with everything that lifts your spirit, expands your reality, nourishes your soul, supports your integrity, honors your reverence, deepens your self expressiveness and helps you keep in touch and harmonize with who and what you love.
Denying yourself joy doesn't improve the world - it only depletes you. Do what makes your soul shine.
Jon York 2025
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 4:45 PM UTC
I celebrate your eyes-those wonderful
baby blues- because they looked at me
without restraint or shame.
I celebrate your soul who never gave
up while spending centuries looking
for his other half in order to become whole
again.
I celebrate your ******* In the darkest of
night I could find them blind and feeble.
I celebrate your tears even if they cry for
something I've said or done.
Most of all I celebrate the God that gave
me you and asked for nothing in return.
Jon York 2025
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 9:53 PM UTC