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J. Byron Dean
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A Poet To A Poet
by
J. Byron Dean
- Without rhyme or reason
- I feel utter treason
- in the fact
- that you are gone.
- I sit here all the while
- with a phoney, plastic smile
- waiting for
- the dawn.
- Why was it my sin
- for my life to begin
- at a date
- too late for you?
- My ears hear stories told
- of a time now old
- from lips
- that are not yours.
- I long to touch your face
- and feel your warm embrace
- as we stroll
- 'long paradise's shores ...
Noirin Ni Riain
by
J. Byron Dean
- I have been to Heaven
- on this night
- and heard the cherubs sing.
- I have been to Paradise
- this evening
- and heard the angel's bell ring.
- Your voice lifts me up
- from places
- dark and bleak ...
- For when I hear you sing
- I hear God's
- own voice speak.
The Hasty Heart
by
J. Byron Dean
This poem was written in dedication to RICHARD TODD who played "Lackie" in the 1949 film version of "The Hasty Heart". His fine performance inspired me to write this!
- Close to my bosom I kept my love
- And shared it with not a soul.
- Casual acquaintances I did not make
- I'd never venture to be so bold!
- And if you'd ask me the question
- of what meant most to me.
- I'd tell you that I valued most
- my own sweet privacy!
- I took no delight in idle chat
- or idle words 'bout this or that
- and kept my pride 'neath my
- Highlander's hat.
- I called no man friend
- and he did like with me.
- I lived with only sorrow
- and his companion, misery.
- I wouldn't let them know
- the pain I held inside.
- I wouldn't take their friendship
- no matter how they tried.
- But true friends keep on trying,
- gently nudging without prying,
- they read between the lines
- and don't listen to my lieing.
- 'Cause for every man they'll come a day
- that's the end of where he'd start.
- And he'll want friends surrounding him
- when the time comes to depart.
- And if he truns his back on them,
- running fast as a fleeting dart,
- then he'll learn the true meaning of
- "sorrow's born from a hasty heart ... "
Eyes to Your World
by
J. Byron Dean
Your eyes take me away to another world.
Sounds and sights vanish
As I travel to this land of yours.
A land of clear grey-blue eyes.
Let me gaze, deeply, as I float
away from here.
Never wanting to return again.
Remaining in a land of clear grey-blue eyes.
Smiling eyes
Laughing eyes
Gentle eyes
Beautiful eyes
They are the doorway
to your soul
and to my solace.
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