By John T. Walsh Jr.
The Pickle Jar
There was a jar without a label on a mantle on the wall Care was always taken to insure it didn’t fall…. Gramp said it held treasures that I couldn’t see at all That night he pulled the sofa out with a night-light in the hall “Lie down by my side and rest Or sleep here all night long Dream of schemes on moonbeams and dance to your own song Know for now that when you wake that there is nothing wrong You put your fears and sorrows back where they belong” Morning came and I asked Gramp for more about the jar… My interest was in the treasure we stopped at the car… He said “The jar holds all the sadness and the fears you have to fight And they can never catch you when the lid is kept on tight”
The Road Home
Big-Rigs and Greyhounds and Trains at the station I’ve come a long way to reach my destination It’s been two years – I know you’re tired of waitin’ After a few miles there’ll be no hesitation I packed up the Martin chasing a dream To the Delta then Memphis and all points between Lake Charles, then Austin – those cats were obscene They handled the guitar like no one I’ve seen Discouraged and busted I sold the guitar With what I was paid I wouldn’t get far Taking day jobs when they could be found Then hitching a ride into the next major town Big-Rigs and Greyhounds and Trains at the station I’ve come a long way to reach my destination It’s been two years – I know you’re tired of waitin’ After a few miles there’ll be no hesitation Finally, I’m home spending my time with you Thinking of all that we’ll do now my show is through Perhaps raise a family and they’ll love the arts But whatever they do, they’ll have our hearts
I do not cry about what I don't got Nor do I brag about having a lot I’m in the middle and that's where I’ll rot You say I’m in trouble - I’m not I’ve put up and stood up and shut up and then Caught in this cycle I do it again You say things will change and I wonder when The pack's been cut loose from the den Will they survive as I lay down to rest You say historically some pass the test You ask me ‘please.... stop being a pest’ I would but you know I’m obsessed
On to the Parade
Living on this satellite A piece of a big dream A live collage of faces A billion it would seem I am one among them I blend until I blur Incredulous of things I’ve seen That naturally occur Tied now to the Whipping Post My blood forms in small pools And as I fade new life is made A new parade of fools
A Late Autumn Walk
The leaves now lie decumbent And the north wind brings a chill Although it's been a long time My thoughts drift toward you still I guess I'm reminiscing But not to shed a tear They were the best times Of my life And time...it is so dear The Evergreen stands pristine In contrast to the grey And though I walk alone now I feel you here today
Some Time Away
I took a walk down to the Harbor The tide was rolling in You and I would make that walk I’m wondering how you’ve been With you the lights were mystical Now I barely notice them I wanted just to call you… But I knew you were with him It was a warm night for October There was not a soul in sight I decided to stay sober… A thing I struggle with at night And the biggest reason… For why we’d fuss and fight That was then and now you’re gone I hope he treats you right By the time I left the Harbor The tide had rolled away The time had passed by quickly I could no longer stay The rhythm of retreating waves Sang a warm and welcome tune That somehow left me feeling That I’d be back again in June
Over the pool there’s what’s left of a swing Down by the shore where we all used to sing No matter the weather we always had fun Where the two streams merge into one Migrating southward the geese and the crow They’ll make their destination before the first snow But for today I will bask in the sun Where the two streams merge into one Pondering questions that make us feel whole One for our flesh – another our soul Wondering where all the work had been done Where the two streams merge into one Over the pool there’s what’s left of a swing Down by the shore where we all used to sing No matter the weather we always had fun Where the two streams merge into one
When the blush appears On the skin of a peach When newborn Sea Turtles Make their way from the beach And when that peach Is within my reach That’s when – I’m thinking of you The cry of an infant So precious and frail A crisp Autumn morning Out on the trail And giving it your best shot Even though you might fail That’s when – I’m thinking of you I’m thinking of you As the day passes by When I’m with others Or out on the fly It wouldn’t be hard I wouldn’t even have to try To hold you here in my heart If you ever tell me good-bye Please, don’t ever say good-bye
Don’t It Feel Peculiar
Quietly we embrace for the last time and we’re sure Together we had good times but there will be no more At least not with each other… no you never were a bore Don’t it feel peculiar when love limps out the door Don’t you fret or raise a sweat about being alone Guys will form a line now that you are on your own You’re everything a man could want, looks and wit and charm And I know you’ll find the one to keep you free from harm Quietly we embrace for the last time and we’re sure Together we had good times but there will be no more At least not with each other… no you never were a bore Don’t it feel peculiar when love limps out the door We live with peculiarities - life goes by in a flash And sometimes personalities that differ tend to clash That doesn’t mean I love you less… we have to let it pass Take your time and find the love you know is goin’ to last Quietly we embrace for the last time and we’re sure Together we had good times but there will be no more At least not with each other… you never were a bore Don’t it feel peculiar when love limps out the door
Most of All
I like to share my thoughts but only when I'm thinking I'm the type to nod-off even when my eyes are blinking And sometimes I need love when I feel my heart is sinking Most of all... I need you here with me I like to take my time with things but things just move so fast So I make a mess sometimes and it won't be the last... But that's all behind us now we'll put it in the past Most of all... I need you with me still I like to take my breakfast with a cup of warm Chai Tea Sometimes in the morning you get the best of me... Other times I'm just a pest I just can't leave you be Most of all... I need you by my side eternally.
Getting It Done
So many things to do Yet I didn't do a thing I hope that you'll get out there Just to dance and sing Come up with something simple That's not been done before The reward is in the effort You might not need for more Or follow those who've been there I know you'll get it done But don't forget along the way That life's meant to be fun There are many who adore you And other's not too much When times were rough You pulled through With no need for a crutch In time you must forgive Those that you despise Time will cease But you've known peace It's time to close your eyes
If prayers were ever answered if wishes could come true… I would want for nothing more than to stay right here with you But…. We’re all so busy and time just slips away There’s room here at my table you can join me any day If you have the chance - stop by If not, I'll understand…. But I’m ready heart and soul if you need a hand And…. If prayers were ever answered if wishes could come true… I would want for nothing more than to stay right here with you
3 thoughts on “The Pickle Jar and Other Poems”
Hello…. Where can I look to see if any comments were made? Thanks!John
John is a talented writer! I love each and every one of his pieces! So glad he gets to share his talent with others.
These are brilliant ! Thank you for sharing them with the world!