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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.