Jimmie Arrington

Jimmie Arrington Poems

On auto drive I climb spiral stairs,
Grasping the guardrail as I go.
Through small windows I see the glares
Of the boat’s fading glow.
...

I've walked down this busy street before,
All these cars and shops, I've seen.
Just up ahead there's a corner store,
Wherein there dwells a queen.
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For a time I thought the world was kind,
I thought I’d do my time with ease.
An optimistic view left the past behind,
Like a swift wind through the trees.
...

Dear world,

Hello there! It’s me again.
It seems it’s been too long.
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This world is a peculiar place,
I’m peculiar but don’t belong.
It’s too crowded with too much space,
All is right but all is wrong.
...

And as I sleep I begin to dream
I’m floating on a slow and steady stream,
Bobbing gently with ease.
My eyes consume the vibrant blues
...

Is it ever worth it in the end
To freely give your all and all?
Is it fair to simply pretend
You haven’t and will never fall?
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Dear Someday, where could you be?
I’ve been waiting here for you.
When will you come for me
And turn my gray skies blue?
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I’m rather far from perfect,
I’m a flaw after a blunder.
I’m frequently incorrect.
How we ever met is still a wonder.
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Gone is the bliss of youth.
Gone is the nervous truth.
Gone is forever’s plea.
Gone is the poetry
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Twice upon a midnight blue,
I found a jelly bean.
I chewed as fast as I could chew,
It tasted sweet and green.
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Like a painter without a canvas,
Like a pirate without a ship,
Like a “goodnight” without a kiss,
A passionate lover without a lip,
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There’s a hush upon the kingdom,
A stillness within every mind.
Silent lips are dry and numb,
All eyes are glazed and blind.
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No, I don't love her anymore,
I've already closed that door.
I don't care what she might say
Or exactly why she couldn't stay.
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Wake up
The view has changed somehow
The wall no longer divides
Wake up
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Memories are like pictures in
The photo albums of your brain.
Although you can’t go back again,
Images of the past remain.
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You clean dishes and sweep the floors.
You cook dinner and wash my drawers.
You take good care baby Jude
And calm me when I come unglued.
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Her laugh is like a melody,
A composition to my ears,
A soft, yet vibrant symphony
Which casts away my fears.
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Oh, Dear Moon, how can it be
That thou art further than my Love from me
And still thy pleasant glow I see,
Still thy face shines brilliantly?
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I’m not sure where you are, I don’t know where you’ve been.
Who knows and who can tell if I’ll ever see you again.
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Jimmie Arrington Biography

I was born in Phoenix Arizona. I had a wonderful childhood. Life for me would be easy, despite what others would say. I would live and be happy. I would love and be admired. Then suddenly one day everything changed. My idealistic life and sweet dreams vanished. I began writing when my grandpa suddenly died of a heart attack in 1997. I was twelve years old and reality hit. There were emotions and memories I needed to get out and I couldnt express them in any other way or form. From there I began writing about everyday life, about lost dreams, about anything but reality. I began to write about love; of chasing it, being in it, losing it and everything in between. Sometimes I write about the impossible; about things that could never be. I write to escape. My favorite poets who have comforted me in hard times and inspired me in my writings are Walt Whitman, Percy Bysshe Shelley, William Wordsworth, Edgar Allan Poe, Johnathon Swift, John Keats, A.E. Housman, William Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Matthew Arnold and many more. My favorite poet is John Clare. I hope you will read and enjoy these emotions written from my heart and soul.)

The Best Poem Of Jimmie Arrington

#227 Stand And Stare

On auto drive I climb spiral stairs,
Grasping the guardrail as I go.
Through small windows I see the glares
Of the boat’s fading glow.

I see fierce tides rise and crash,
Tossing the boat with ease.
I see rain pour and lightning flash
Within a hurricane breeze.

Still I keep moving, higher and higher,
My brain out running my feet.
Urgently trying to kindle the fire
With swift steps and rapid heartbeat.

The boat shrinks every time I look,
The light continues to dim.
Just like a fish caught on a hook,
It’s much too late to swim.

Exhausted, I finally reach the top
Of my lighthouse by the sea.
I’m drenched with sweat and harsh raindrops
As I fear what eyes might see.

In the distance, I spot it there,
With two people paddling fast.
All I can do is stand and stare
At a boat so small and a sea so vast.

The rowers row and the swells swell,
The larger will inevitably win.
It’s hard to watch but easy to tell
What was will never be again.

With strained eyes, I dab at tears,
I can’t see the light anymore.
My blue heart sinks, for it appears
They’ll never return to shore.

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Zoila T. Flores 11 July 2014

well[ enough is enough, nice poem

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