Heavy Sigh

      I’m just every day people
I’m just trying to get by
When life knocks me down
It sets me back, I won’t lie

But I get back up, it’s all I can do
Ain’t got no time to dwell or cry
Each day I succeed or I fail
But each day I still try

I’ve learned some lessons and
I put effort into making them apply
I always try to remember
I’m under the watch of God’s eye

He’s taught me that the past is gone
And every hello will have a goodbye
Forgiveness is the key and
I must strive to be a good guy

We must carry on and praise
The Lord in our Heavenly Sky
For it’s inevitable we all experience
Our joys and an occasional Heavy Sigh

Written By:Charles Kean
03/22/2025
Today I am attending my late Brother
Steve’s celebration of life and
Heavy Sigh was his catch phrase
So in his honor 😢Steve, Heavy Sigh
Dude Heavy Sigh!!!

I’m No Charlemagne

     My name is Charles
AKA Chuck But I’m not great
At age sixty three sometimes
I walk with an unsteady gait

Sometimes I get down on myself
But I can’t explain why
Sometimes I am proud to be me
Can’t please everyone but I try

When I’m working I work hard
I always try to be the best
But I am only human and in life
Sometimes I fail the test

I always ask myself
What would Jesus do
I don’t always comply
My evaluation is under further review

Sometimes I speak my mind
Your approval I’m not seeking to gain
Though I try, I know I fall short of
God’s glory and I’m No Charlemagne

Written By:Charles Kean
03/21/2025

To Be

       To be or not to be
Every day is a choice you see
To be or not to be
It’s a choice made easily

To be or not to be
One who is kind and friendly
To be or not to be
Or to be mean in great degree

To be or not to be
One who values integrity
To be or not to be
Or one without values despicably

To be or not to be
One who handles things with sensitivity
To be or not to be
Or one who handles things carelessly

To be or not to be
One who is Devilishly or Godly
To be or not to be
And Godly is how I choose To Be

Written By:Charles Kean
03/19/2025

Under A Blood Red Moon

     He was born into Evil
His mother a Witch of darkness
His father one of the Devil’s Sons
This could easily explain his Hardness

He was tall dark and handsome
He was always dressed in black
The people of the town only
Knew him as Master Jack

His reflexes were amazingly quick
He could sense another man’s fear
In fact all of his senses were powerful
Even the softest whispers he could hear

He secluded himself in a shack at the
Edge of the forest near a black lagoon
But if he came into town you could
Always find him at the Saloon

He was a natural gun slinger and it’s
Said there were many men he’s killed
For many men tried to face him but
They were unfortunately unskilled

He fell in love with Lila a beautiful
Woman and vowed to change his ways
For a brief moment in time he lived
In blissful and happy days

One night a stranger from afar came
To shoot the legend and watch him die
But Lila intervened and the bullet pierced
Her heart and Jack began to cry

He swiftly killed the stranger and once
Again secluded himself in his shack
As the story goes it was the last of
Him for he never came back

They say the fog is thicker in that
Forest near the Black Lagoon
And you can hear Master Jack cry out
For Lila at night Under A Blood Red Moon

Written By:Charles Kean
03/13/2025
There’s supposed be
A Blood Red Moon tonight

Separate Ways

     Was it all just wasted time
Everything that we’ve been through
Once together now worlds apart
Our hearts broken In two

Was our love like teenage puberty
Just an awkward passing phase
Leaving behind our love to memories
And going our separate ways

How did we get to where we are
What happened to the passion and desire
Once there was spark for the flame
Now there’s no fuel for the fire

Our lives had a future so bright
Full of promise, forever and always
Now the journey is in shadow & darkness
As we go our separate ways

Don’t you remember how we touched
Those hand holding morning walks
And our sleepless nights killing time
With laughter and bedroom talks

The world that was once filled with
Color is now just shades of gray’s
I’m lost without direction
Now we’ve went our Separate Ways

Written By:Charles Kean
03/10/2025

The Color Of Night

    I woke up this morning to the
Sound of the birds as they sing
And for a brief moment I had that
Fuzzy feeling of spring

When everything is Sunshine &
Roses I’m walking in the rain
My Happiness got left behind like
Lost luggage on a midnight train

My heart has an empty void and
I’m lost in foggy haze I can’t explain
I’m angry and I’m sad and I just
Want to scream but I refrain

My brother Steve has passed away
And I feel I’ve been stripped of joy
He’s probably up in Heaven trying to
Teach the Angels the words to Rapid Roy

I should be celebrating my Birth
And though I know I’ll be alright
At the moment I’m morning his Death
And wearing The Color Of Night

Written By:Charles Kean
03/07/2025
He loved Jim Croce
And he often sang Rapid Roy

YOUR IDIOCY

      I’m gonna take a moment here
Of my own personal time
To write a quick little PSA
In a special little rhyme

Now I know the title is crude but
Sometimes crude has its place
So this is why I have to send this
Message like I’m in your face

Most of you out there do what’s right
And with driving etiquette you comply
So disregard this for when it
Comes to you this does not apply

When driving we use our lights
At Dusk and at Dawn
And definitely in the dead of night
And when our wipers are on

Your lights are not necessarily
So that you can see to drive
But most importantly they are
So others see you and stay alive

So I hope you learned something
From these words of my poetry
It’s really my biggest pet peeve
The world is tired of YOUR IDIOCY

Written By:Charles Kean
03/05/2025