John's poems of...LIFE - LIVING &LOVE...JDJ
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The heart is the RECORDER
it keeps an exact , account of everything said and done, completely, totally in chronological, perfect timing and ORDER
The heart, will record, and remember in its members banks, of the heart every little exact thing, ever done or SAID
The heart is not sleeping , and is still recording even when you are dreaming and sound asleep, in BED
Sometimes when we awake, from a DREAM
we are trying to recall, and remember what happened, and piece things together, but cant always remember but so real it SEEMS
The heart is as the black box, on an aircraft, and records every single thing, said or DONE
the heart, hears every little thing, it doesnt, miss a beat, not ONE, ever since your first breath miraculously Started and BEGUN
The heart can never FORGET
any happenings, good great, or sad and REGRETS
The heart always will remember and RECALL
how you felt, proud, tall, or beaten and SMALL
In my nursing career, taking care of the ELDERLY
they so IMPRESSED, my HEART and ME
I have never felt a love any GREATER
than that from my sick and dying elderly patients who truely LOVED, LOVED, me for SURE
My elderly loved ones, i held their HAND
as they comfortably took their last breath, and left this Earth, and hopefully, landed in GODS, heavens, the HOLY LAND
My heart remembers, the tears that were SHED
as i cared for my elderly, dying in there BED
The heart KNOWS
pure love, as it lights up and GLOWS
I can remember miss price, how she would hold my face in both of her HANDS
and she would tell me, dear john, i love you , and GOD LOVES, you, she would do this, as i bent over and gave her a hug from where i STAND
I can remember miss bruce from KENTUCKY
i took care of her after an eight hour shift-----, from, three to eight p, m,, on private duty, and she felt so happy to spend, time with me alone and she felt so LUCKY
Miss bruce she was ninety eight years YOUNG
she loved me dearly, as she never had, any chuldren, and i felt as if i was her only SON
The heart RECALLS
Everything and ALL
All of the good, the bad and the UGLY
the heart has exact recordings of everything , you do and SEE
But many things that were not so happy and great, the heart keeps many unpleasantries, under lock and KEY
because many things recorded, are just too hurtful, to be opened again for us all you and ME
But the heart will keep fore front right on the top shelf, all of the fond, great memories of today, yesterday, and YESTER-YEAR
that touched the heart SO, loving beautiful and DEAR
The heart is the RECORDER
and for us all, in our LIFE, LIVING, and LOVE--, keeps things for us precisely, in PERFECT-- LOVING-- ORDER
When the timing is exactly right, you know that the HEART, is RECORDING, a PRECIOUS, LOVING, MEMORY
that for the rest OF, your LIFE, LIVING, and LOVE, over and over, you will be so HAPPY, to over and over, come to SEE
By john d jungers
16th of july 2016
it keeps an exact , account of everything said and done, completely, totally in chronological, perfect timing and ORDER
The heart, will record, and remember in its members banks, of the heart every little exact thing, ever done or SAID
The heart is not sleeping , and is still recording even when you are dreaming and sound asleep, in BED
Sometimes when we awake, from a DREAM
we are trying to recall, and remember what happened, and piece things together, but cant always remember but so real it SEEMS
The heart is as the black box, on an aircraft, and records every single thing, said or DONE
the heart, hears every little thing, it doesnt, miss a beat, not ONE, ever since your first breath miraculously Started and BEGUN
The heart can never FORGET
any happenings, good great, or sad and REGRETS
The heart always will remember and RECALL
how you felt, proud, tall, or beaten and SMALL
In my nursing career, taking care of the ELDERLY
they so IMPRESSED, my HEART and ME
I have never felt a love any GREATER
than that from my sick and dying elderly patients who truely LOVED, LOVED, me for SURE
My elderly loved ones, i held their HAND
as they comfortably took their last breath, and left this Earth, and hopefully, landed in GODS, heavens, the HOLY LAND
My heart remembers, the tears that were SHED
as i cared for my elderly, dying in there BED
The heart KNOWS
pure love, as it lights up and GLOWS
I can remember miss price, how she would hold my face in both of her HANDS
and she would tell me, dear john, i love you , and GOD LOVES, you, she would do this, as i bent over and gave her a hug from where i STAND
I can remember miss bruce from KENTUCKY
i took care of her after an eight hour shift-----, from, three to eight p, m,, on private duty, and she felt so happy to spend, time with me alone and she felt so LUCKY
Miss bruce she was ninety eight years YOUNG
she loved me dearly, as she never had, any chuldren, and i felt as if i was her only SON
The heart RECALLS
Everything and ALL
All of the good, the bad and the UGLY
the heart has exact recordings of everything , you do and SEE
But many things that were not so happy and great, the heart keeps many unpleasantries, under lock and KEY
because many things recorded, are just too hurtful, to be opened again for us all you and ME
But the heart will keep fore front right on the top shelf, all of the fond, great memories of today, yesterday, and YESTER-YEAR
that touched the heart SO, loving beautiful and DEAR
The heart is the RECORDER
and for us all, in our LIFE, LIVING, and LOVE--, keeps things for us precisely, in PERFECT-- LOVING-- ORDER
When the timing is exactly right, you know that the HEART, is RECORDING, a PRECIOUS, LOVING, MEMORY
that for the rest OF, your LIFE, LIVING, and LOVE, over and over, you will be so HAPPY, to over and over, come to SEE
By john d jungers
16th of july 2016
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The HEART is the RECORDER
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