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Just Let It Be

La Vie en Rose

Heads in the Sand?

If I've Learned Anything!

Silver Bullet



The Path We Choose

A Soldier's Integrity

What is that Sound?

Back in the 50's Tonight!

A Red Rose

Golden as Gold can Be!

Robin Fly Away

You See!

The Demise of the Old Cowboy

What Will I Miss?

Ode to Christian "Kiki" Fenot

Bobby and Me

The Highwayman

*Let My Spirit Soar*

C'est La Vie

Les feuilles mortes

Before Destiny takes me!

The Hanging Tree

Lost in Time

The Golden Years?

Beyond The Shadows

A Soilder

Ode to an Old Cowboy Poet named....Jack

Our Flag!

Come on Down!

For The Principles of the Red White and Blue

When it's All Been Said and Done

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What is it!!!

What is it!
Your'e suddenly wide awake…
there’s nothing or no one there!
But  you feel a presence in the
darkened room.

This  chilling feeling you’ve
 had before,  this unexplainable
presense that’s seeped under
 your bedroom door.

The air feels cold and damp,
like the inner sanctum of a
vaulted tomb.
 
You sit up in bed and try to
take a deep breath, and quickly
pull the covers up around your head.

You hold your breath
waiting, waiting and
waiting…
Your heart pounds
so loud your can hear
it pulsating

 If this keeps up your'e
going to be a nervous
wreck.

There’s no sound,
no movement,
nothing,  just that
strange sensation,
that void.

It’s gone as quick as
it had come!!

What was it?
Was it an ancient ghost,
a wondering spirit in the
night, an Angel?
What the devil was it?

Hopefully…
just something you ate!

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2002












 


What Was It?


What is it!
Your suddenly wide a awake…
there’s nothing or no one there!
But  you feel a presents in the
darken  room.

This  chilling feeling you’ve
 had before,  this unexplainable
presents that’s seeped under
 your bed room door.

The air feels cold and damp,
like the inner sanctum of a
vaulted  tomb.
 
You set up in bed and try to
take a deep breath, and quickly
pull the covers up around your head.

You hold your breath
waiting, waiting and
waiting…
Your heart pounds
so loud your can hear
it pulsating

 If this keeps up your
going to be a nervous
wreck.

There’s no sound,
no movement,
nothing,  just that
strange sensation,
that void.

It’s gone as quick has
it had come!!

What was it?
Was it an ancient ghost,
a wondering spirit in the
night, an Angel?
What the devil was it?

Hopefully…
just something you ate!

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2002












 
 

 





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