Poems written by Randall Smith

Hello, Can anybody hear me? I’m calling out There is only an echo. Hello, Are you out there? I need to hear Someone answer. Hello. Can you feel it? The dark and loneliness Is surrounding me. Hello. Can you touch

I looked into the darkness And there they were. Some were barely twenty A few a little more. They did not move, They were dead. And the war went on without them. Back into the jungle, Like deadly ghost we

As I tiptoe past her door In that room, in that bed, My darling sleeps. The thought of her touch, Her kiss, inflames my body Like the taste of Spanish wine. I open the forbidden door, The hot musky aroma

I am by myself But I am not alone. I hear a song From 50 years ago, And a memory Tiptoes through my mind. I am by myself But I am not alone. I hear children laughing And playing in

Sit next to me Pawpaw A small voice commands. Read to me Pawpaw. Read it again Pawpaw, A small voice commands. Do not skip a word. Chase me Pawpaw, A small voice commands. Lord, I’m tired. Snack time Pawpaw A

The years have come The years have passed. All I can think is They have gone so fast. I remember thinking of Things I wanted to do, New places and people Every day would be new. Now here I am,

Here I am, it is 2 am, Sitting at my counter. What did I do today? What will I do tomorrow? The cats and dogs, Dreaming animal dreams. I wonder what They dream about. My mind is free to wander,

Today I feel like writing, No pen, no quill, no ink. Today I will write with colors I will need a palatte. Let’s use some bright blue, Let the sky fill our soul. Umber – no, use light brown, Make

It’s twilight in the city But my heart is beating fast, I’m waiting at the alter To meet my English Lass. I take her in my arms, And kiss her icy nose, Then we dance across the ball room Me

The memories are closing in I fear there’s no escape. The things I said and things I did Follow me like shadows. A curt remark, a smart retort I thought I was so clever. How many did I hurt While

A breeze moves gently Through the long grass Disturbing not a blade. The only sound I hear As they lay me in the ground Are the sounds of butterflies. I listen closely. I hear a dew drop fall Lightly to

Why do the clowns Have to die? They take their lives, Please tell me why. His world is always happy, He is not like you and I. A clown is always funny, He never gets to cry. He hides in

The evening twilight covers us, The scent of Lilacs wisp the air. A sensuous musky aroma Draws me to a beautiful woman. Her taut golden body calls, Flowing silken hair, like sun rays. I can not disturb her As I

There is a train a coming, I hear it down the track. Like music to my ears Clicky clack, clickty clack. Hop on boy, I hear The conductor yell: You’re going for a ride And get to ring the bell.

It is dark in here, I can feel the sunshine And hear the birds. It is dark in here, The laughter of people The sound of traffic. It is dark in here, A door is open, there’s a breeze, I

Taps sound, a shot is fired. An echo reverberates through the valley The splash of tear drops, The sound of muted sobs. Grieving friends and family gather For a man they hardly know. Quite and shy, a family man, For

I’ve places to go And things to do. If you have the time I will talk with you. I can’t slow down Time moves too fast. I’m heading to the future I’ve no time for the past. Old folks sitting,

Send me your sons And ask not why. Give them a hug And say goodbye. It isn’t a war, It’s just goodwill. I will take your sons And teach them to kill. It isn’t a war, It’s just goodwill: Explain

I saw the soldiers Marching off to war. Lean, strong and hard Like young lions. I went to a mirror and there I saw a grey haired, fat old man. How did this come to be, What happen I ask

The echo of my footsteps As I walk past the porch. The creaking of the rocker As the breeze gives it a push. Tell me a story chair, Of all that you have seen: Boys and girls on their bikes,

Pain fills my room, Sweat and fear surrounds me. I will cry if I move But I have no choice. We are learning to walk, Go up and down stairs. We are all grown children Being taught to survive. You’re

Pain fills my room, Sweat and fear surrounds me. I will cry if I move But I have no choice. We are trying to walk, Go up and down stairs. We are all grown children Just trying to survive. You’re

Nag, Nag, Nag That’s all I ever hear. When I wake in the morning Till I go to bed at night. When she wakes in the morn, I think she has a list, If I’m not doing that, I should

Don’t look around, Don’t stop and say hi. No time for the flowers You don’t see the sky. When I get older, Then I’ll slow down. But now I must hurry, Got to cover lots of ground. Who has the

Like a wisp of smoke A dream returns to me. The memory, though fading, Brings a feeling of warmth. Two little girls, Playing in the sun. One with red hair, The other with sparkling eyes. I’ve traveled the world, It’s

There is a train a coming, I hear it down the track. Like music in my ears, Clickty clack, clickty clack. Hop on boy, I hear The conductor yell. You’re going for a ride And get to ring the bell.

Have you ever noticed, When you look at your hands, The strength and love That makes you a man? They are strong and hard, Made to catch a ball. But soft and sure When your child starts to fall. Learning

Driving down the highway, Going from here to there. Lights in all the windows I want to live somewhere. Someone’s home, the lights Are bright and all aglow. No rest for us tonight. We’ve many miles to go. Dad’s asleep

A mist fills my mind, The smoke of a dream As she walks and talks And gives me her hand. A dream that feels real, But we know better. A dream carries you off But you always come home. You