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 Sep 2013
Carl Joseph Roberts
A Friendship Lost Too Soon

I give loving comfort to my son
For he lost a friend too soon
Knowing that for this pain
There is nothing I can do

I see the tears that are in his eyes
And want to hold him in my arms
Take from him this hurt he feels
And help heal his broken heart

I tell him what he feels inside
Over time will slowly fade
That the sorrow thats within his heart
Will be less but still remain

I let him talk about the past
And of the memories that were shared
In a hope that it will ease the pain
For a friend that he held dear

I tell him to hold cherished
The special moments from the past
And to tell the story of his friend
To all others when they ask

Although they were not family
The bond they shared was true
And that hurt he feels inside his soul
Is for a friendship lost too soon

In support and
In Loving Memory
for
Jonathan Gardner
A freak accident took the life of a young man, Jonathan Gardner.  While walking to the sink, a bullet was shot through the neighbors wall who was cleaning his gun. The bullet struck this young man and took his life. A good friend to my son and a life taken too soon. Although as a parent I wish to ease the pain of my son, I know the pain felf by this young mans family is so much more. I asked that if you believe, you place his family in your prayers.  May he walk in peace with the prince of peace, Christ Jesus.
 Sep 2013
Carl Joseph Roberts
Decisions Made

Good and bad decisions made
We do this each and every day
So many choices that we have
We choose between good and bad

Right or wrong is not so clear
Sometimes our choices dont seem fair
We choose whats best for our lives
And live with outcomes wrong or right

Give or Take we must sometimes do
Allowing others choices too
We may not like what others choose
But they must give and take like you

Live or die with what you do
Your choice decides which one for you
The outcome to decide your fate
A short life lived or dieing late

Good or bad decisions made
We do this each and every day
So many choices that we have
We choose between good and bad

Carl Joseph Roberts
 Sep 2013
Carl Joseph Roberts
DEVILS food & cake

Gaining weight, it is not easy
So go eat what you want
Stuff that pizza in your mouth
Potato chips dont count

Go ahead and take a bite
It's as easy as just that
Buy new clothes as you grow
And you wont see yourself as fat

Eat it all, not just a bite
It's only a few pounds
The weight will surely come right off
Just as fast as it went on

Don't listen to what doctor's say
Their opinion doesn't count
It is your life after all
To do with as you want

So give yourself the pleasure
Of eating chocolate cake
Don't worry if you gain those pounds
It's just your life at stake

Carl Joseph Roberts
This is the Devil talking to all of us out there who are trying to loose weight. Im not calling anyone fat and I'm trying to loose 20 pounds myself. So much harder then it used to be to get it off. So the devil on your shoulder says these things but we cannot listen if we want to reach our goals.
 Sep 2013
Carl Joseph Roberts
yes, Yes, YES!

I think about you all day long
But must wait to call your name
You give me what I need the most
A release from my long day

Your boldness just amazes me
The coolness of your looks
I wrap my hands around you
And gently pull you to my lips

All my friends they wish they had you
They admire what they see
They want to have you with them
When they see you're here with me

Your seduction starts out slowly
Anticipating whats in store
My feeling of excitement grows
And I want you even more

The head you give it wont last long
I'll feel your wetness on my tongue
Then close my eyes and take you in
A guilty pleasure till I'm done

I think about you all day long
But must wait to call your name
And when that moment finally comes
Guinness Draft is what I'll say

Carl Joseph Roberts
It's beer people, just beer...lol. And just what were you thinking this poem was about? Get your minds out of the gutter and leave some room for me..lol
 Sep 2013
Carl Joseph Roberts
We Are The First Responders

We are the first responders
The many in the blue
We protect you from the fires
And from those who would harm you

We heal with a helping hand
And respond to all who call
We are the first responders
The ones who see it all

You ask us to protect you
And you call when you're in need
You get mad if we're a minute late
To a crime we cant forsee

You run quickly from the fire
We run toward the burning flames
You take the drugs to harm yourself
Still we treat you just the same

We see a fear that's in your eyes
Yet we stand straight and true
We are the first responders
And we do this all for you

Carl Joseph Roberts
A tribute to the brave heros who lost lives on 9/11 and those who work and have worked as our country's first responders.  This is a repost of one of my earlier poems and one I hope touches people and makes them think about those who serve us everyday and those who have given all to help others.
 Sep 2013
Carl Joseph Roberts
Whats Your Number

We all have a number
That we think that we must get
Where each poem that we write
Must get that many hits

We change our wording often
To try to get a perfect flow
In hope the readers understand
What we're needing them to know

Only when we meet our goal
Do we think our poem's right
For our readers have acknowledged
That our poem is now liked

So we check our numbers often
And we hope our poem trends
So that we can reach the goal we set
And a new poem can begin

We all have a number
That we think that we must get
If my poems touch only one
Then my number I have met

Whats your number

Carl Joseph Roberts
Written with the help of Poet KM and we went back several times. This is the version I ended with.
 Sep 2013
Carl Joseph Roberts
(American Football)

It's gametime, both men and boys
Time to throw the ball
Score the winning touchdown
And be the kings of fall

Man on man all hitting hard
Till the final second ends
All to play just the game
And to celebrate with friends

We run the ball down the field
Until that final play
We throw the ball on fourth and goal
And wait for what we crave

We  listen to the fans all scream
And we get to spike the ball
Knowing that we just helped win
The greatest game of all

Carl Joseph Roberts
Football, college or pro I never seem to get enough of it.
 Sep 2013
Carl Joseph Roberts
Closure

I feel a difference inside my soul
A calming peace within
Knowing I can now let go
And begin my life again

No longer will I waist my days
And try to change your heart
I will not long for your touch
I now make a brand new start

I give myself to me alone
And start my life out new
Begin to love a different way
And release my heart from you

The love we shared is in the past
A memory filled with tears
A new journey on a different path
I begin without you here

I feel a difference inside my soul
A calming peace within
Knowing I can now let go
And begin my life again

Carl Joseph Roberts
Written as I watch those going into and out of Domestic Relations court. Seeing at times a reliefe on a face after being divorced. A love once there no longer but a new day can begin. Please know that new love, new friends and a new life can happen if you look at life differently after divorce.
 Sep 2013
Carl Joseph Roberts
Only In a Dream

I see an empty place beside me
As I close my eyes to dream
Knowing when I drift away
You will still be here with me

I'll see your smile and hear your voice
Feel a love that we once shared
And all the pain of missing you
Will seem to somehow disappear

I'll realize only when I wake
That it was just a dream
Then try to close my eyes again
And pray you're still with me

Each new morning as I rise
I see that you're not here
  I must wait until the evening comes
To show you how I care

A new evening comes, I drift to sleep
And I feel you next to me
Holding hands as we share our lives
But it's only in a dream

Carl Joseph Roberts
 Aug 2013
Carl Joseph Roberts
Never Far Away

I wonder what he would say
If he were sitting here today
Would he tell me all the things he's seen
Would he say it was okay

Would we talk about the past we shared
Or of what the future holds
Will he give a glimpse of what's in store
And say he's met the Lord

Will he know how much I miss him
And miss the friendship that he gave
Tell me that although he's gone
He's now in a better place

Will we sit and talk for hours
Maybe write a poem or two
Will he play guitar and sing his songs
And say this one's for you

Will he tell me that he cant stay long
But his journey did not end
That he looks down from up above
To guide me as a friend

Will he say he knows I look for him
He hears the prayers that I say
That he will always be my friend
And he is never far away

In loving honor
of
Edward M. Dixon
This poem written in tears for an old friend of mine who I owe so much. Edward M Dixon, we were friends at a young age and he is so missed. He has written several poems and songs and had an incredible musical talent and voice. I look forward to one day seeing him again and just sitting and listening to him sing. I miss you my friend.
 Aug 2013
Carl Joseph Roberts
The Golden Rule

When someone shows a weakness
That's when you know to pounce
Take from them what they have
No worries for someone else

If you don't take it, someone will
That's what you tell yourself
In order to move ahead in life
You must leave your feelings out

Pull the trigger and smile at them
Look straight into their eyes
Tell them that there is no risk
Don't worry that it's a lie

If they loose it all, well you got yours
So just do what you must do
It's not your fault that they're not smart
Or that they put their trust in you

It seems so easy to take from them
But you're really taking from yourself
There may come a time when you're in need
And the cat becomes the mouse

Just Give them what they need the most
And dont take what is not yours
Do what's right, like your mother said
And you will get that big reward

Offer to help if they're in need
And lend them a hand or two
For what you do unto others you will see
Others will do unto you

Carl Joseph Roberts
 Aug 2013
Carl Joseph Roberts
Dont Slip

When you find that someone special
You want to hold them really tight
You dont want them to slip away
And be missing from your life

You hope they see inside of you
Know the feelings that you have
So that they can truly understand
And send those feelings back

You want to show them kindness
Whats inside the inner you
Wrap your arms around them
And hold them close to you

You can show them that they're special
But you should not hold to tight
You must trust that they wont slip away
You wont loose them from your life

When you freely give your love to them
Their love can freely be returned
They can choose to show you how they feel
And not worry or be concerned

If in fear you hold to tight
Love will slip away to soon
But if your love is built on trust
Then that love you share is true

Carl Joseph Roberts
 Aug 2013
Carl Joseph Roberts
Honored Man

A man who seemed so big
Yet would give the world to me
With hands made of stone
A life that you should know

He was a old time Cop you see
A Sergeant that walked the streets
In a time when cops just knew
How to enforced a law or two

A soldier in several wars
Americas worth fighting for
Those words I heard him say
When asked about those days

He was a prisoner of the war
But he would not say much more
We knew they tortured him
But they say he never gave in

At home he started hard
Drinking at every bar
But a family he still raised
Thats how it was those days

Then one day he just slowed down
And he put the bottle down
He became the man I knew
And tought me a thing or two

He was married for 50 years
To a woman he loved so dear
Till one day she left his side
To go to a better life

My grandfather was a gentle man
So calm when he held my hand
He gave so much in life
And he taught me how to write

By Carl Joseph Roberts (August 2013)



In
Loving
Memory
And In Honor of Sgt. Harold A. Yates ( Hank)
My grandfather who shared the love of poetry
Christian
Husband
Father
Soldier
Cop
Sergeant
Grandfather
­Great Grandfather

This Cross for him
If you are a follower of my poems and like many that you read, please know it is because of my grandfather that I write. My grandfather shared with me his love for poetry and allowed me to read his poetry books. It was from his love that I took up writing and it is in his honor that I put down my words for all to read.
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