ONE SHORT SLEEP WE AWAKE TO ETERNITY THEN DEATH WILL BE NO MORE WE LIVE

GOLDEN RINGS

GOLDEN RINGS OF SUNLIGHT, DANCING THROUGH HER HAIR, AS I WATCHED IN WONDER, COULD ANYTHING COMPARE?, A TINY VOICE GIGGLING, PLAYING A MELODY FOR ME, A SWEETNESS FILLED MY HEART LIKE THE COMFORT OF THE SEA, CAN ANYTHING BRING JOY LIKE A TINY LITTLE GIRL? GOD MUST REALLY LOVE ME, HE HAS JUST GIVEN ME THE WORLD. ©copyrights 3/04/02 ~ Johnnie Oakes~ }i{ People often ask me "where do you get your inspiration" }i{ I must tell you that I watched my Daughter-in-law with her tiny little Daughter. Yes, she inspired this one. Jackie I love you; Mom.

LOOK BACK!! You have heard the song precious memories flood my soul, Amazing Grace, where we never grow old, As we go through life we forget most of them, We let our hearts grow cold forget these old hymns, The burdens of life some how sweep us away, We let worries and problems stand in our way, These are the ROCK OF AGES of our Mom and Dad, Yet we leave them behind, that is so sad, When we need hope to carry on, We can look back on our child hood and remember the songs. FOR JOHN C. MY SON. MY ROCK, My Friend ©copyrights Johnnie Oakes 1/29/02

*Together We Stand* In memory of one of the days America Cried! God is calling on America through out this land, We must stand tall together hand and hand, We must not let hurt nor anger tear us apart, We must keep our love for each other deep in our heart, We are all in America HOME OF THE BRAVE,   We can unite as one not go hide in a cave, Some say what does this have to to with me? I say we are family from Sea to Shinning Sea, We must never let go of the freedom we share, Even at times like this the pain we all bear. ©Copyrights 9/14/2001 Johnnie Oakes

WHITE LACE AND SMOOTH SATIN

}i{ WHITE LACE AND SMOOTH SATIN }i{ WHITE LACE AND SMOOTH SATIN, THE SOFT WIND PLAYED WITH HER LONG HAIR, HER TALL HANDSOME PRINCE, TOGETHER IN THE SPRING TIME, THE SOFT SCENTED AIR, THE BIRDS SO HAPPY THEY SANG WITH DELIGHT, THE SWEET SPOKEN WORDS OF LOVE IN THE WARM SILENT NIGHT, SITTING IN LOVE, LIKE NO ONE BEFORE , THE WAVES CAN BE HEARD SOFTLY KISSING THE SHORE, SHE SITS IN HER ROOM LOST IN HER THOUGHTS, DREAMING OF HER PRINCE, ALL THE JOY HE BROUGHT, SHE CAN STILL HEAR HIS LAUGHTER, FEEL HIS WARM EMBRACE, JUST THE THOUGHT OF HIM PUTS A SMILE ON HER FACE, SHE PICKS UP HER MIRROR SHE CAN SEE A NICE LADY THERE, SHE CAN SEE A FEW WRINKLES, IS THAT SLIVER IN HER HAIR? IT HAS BEEN SO LONG AGO, DOES HE REMEMBER WHEN THEY WERE BRAND NEW? DOES HE STILL THINK OF HER LIKE HAS HIS LOVE FOR HER GREW? IS SHE JUST BEING SILLY LIVING ON DREAMS? DOES HE STILL LOVE HER THE WAY IT SEEMS? SHE LOOKS THERE TO SEE HIM, HER TALL HANDSOME MAN, SHE SEES THE RING ON HIS LEFT HAND, HE SMILES SAYS " I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, HER BROWN EYES MUST CRY AT HIS SOFT GENTLE TOUCH, WHITE LACE AND SOFT SATIN, THE WIND IN HER HAIR, SHE SAYS " MY PRINCE I LOVE YOU, I'M SO GLAD YOU ARE STILL HERE" Johnnie Oakes ©copyrights 3/07/02

DADDY He was named after a boat called 'The Robert E Lee, The E stood for nothing, this was strange to me, He left home when he was only a boy, I guess there were problems that took away his joy.... I wonder how he made it all those years all alone, Never had a place that he could call home, He married my Momma for the world to see, They raised a BIG family, plus the dog and me, He was a fine Southern preacher, set in his ways, He had a big job with five girls to raise, He became disable when I was just a girl, I had him on a pedestal, " He could not leave this world!!" We were called to his bedside all those long years, He always made it, I had nothing to fear, It has been over twenty years, when I was twenty three, Daddy was called to Heaven, " How can this be? I can see him looking down on me, a big smile on his face, No One can ever fill the empty space, For My Daddy, With Love, on this day it is sealed in Heaven forever 5/29/02 ©copyright ~ Johnnie Oakes ~

A Part Of Me If some day you get the news, that I am no longer here, This will not be true, uou havenothing to fear, Please never think I did not care, even on my darkest days, Sometimes we let the trials of life stand in the way, We are only here for a little while our destiny must be met, You touched my life in a special way, this please don't forget, A part of me will always live, I will never be really gone, For your love will let me live in your heart, I will never be alone, You will feel me tug at your heart strings to remind you that I am here, So always know, I might be gone, but I will always be near. ©copyright ~ Johnnie Oakes ~ 8/13/02

COUNTY FAIR

COUNTY FAIR Pop Corn, Peanuts, hot dogs at the County Fair, Was it so long ago that I was there? My Daddy took the whole family to see, That daring Young man, on the flying trapeze Clowns galore, not just two or three, On these nights the world seemed a magical place to be As we all watched My Mom, Dad, my sisters, brother and me, I can yet hear the guy in the huge top hat As the drums made the rhythm rad-ah-tat-tat I can still feel the wonder, smell the crisp night air When My Daddy Took us all to the county Fair ©copyrights ~Johnnie Oakes ~

LIFE

Life is a mystery have no doubt, I've spent most of mine trying to figure it out, Just when you think everything is going to be alright, You wake up worried in the middle of the night, So You climb out of bed about a quarter till four, Walk back and forth pace that old floor, So here you are wide awake, As the whole world sleeps, for goodness sake!! Then its time to dress head off to work, Where you sit all day nodding, like a jerk, Now here you are later that night, Tossing and turning, waiting for daylight, It is a quarter till four, ( When Will you ever learn?)....... You ponder on this as you stroll out the door. ©copyrights ~Johnnie Oakes ~ 3/04/02 GIGGLE

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The Healing You must hold your head up high, forget about the past, As you've been told so many times " These things too shall pass, I'm not talking about forgetting dear loved ones gone before, They are simply gone ahead, waiting on the shore, It is okay to look back and learn from your mistakes, Then you must let go of them, learn to live, this is what it takes, You can not go through life worried about what you did or did not do, Today is a brand new day, let the healing began in you. ©copyright ~ Johnnie Oakes ~ 7/12/02

Still missing you Still missing you, no matter what I do, Thoughts rushing to me, they hurt can't you see? Still missing you, You told me that time heals all pain, It can take awhile to learn to live again, Tell me when does it end? How do I start? Where do I begin? I go for long walks, remember our talks, Still Missing You, ©copyrights 3/20/02 ~Johnnie Oakes~

CREDIT CARD

I HAVE A LITTLE CREDIT CARD, IT CAME FOR ME TODAY, I AM NOW THE MASTER OF THE WORLD!! HEY, WHAT CAN I SAY? I FEEL SO GREAT ABOUT MY SELF I WILL TAKE THE WORLD TO LUNCH!! I WILL NOT HAVE A CARE IN THIS WORLD, UNTIL THE END OF THE MONTH, I STEPPED OUTSIDE AND TOOK A LOOK IN THE OLD MAIL BOX, I THOUGHT MY HEART WOULD SURELY STOP FROM THE SUDDEN SHOCK, I HAVE A NEW PHONE NUMBER, KNOWN ONLY BY A FEW, GIVE ME A CALL SOMETIME, I WILL BE HAPPY TO GIVE IT TO YOU. :) ©copyrights 03/09/02 ~ JOHNNIE OAKES ~

~ Memories ~

As I sat in the Sunlight this morning, My mind raced to a place, A place where memories, hide to slumber at their on pace, The voice on the wind whisperd to me, in a soothing childlike voice, Never let go of your memories, it was like I had no choice, I could hear the sound of laughter, in the clouds so far away, The soft sounds of a babies cry, on this its first day, The Memories often echo, right straight into your heart, Perhaps they were never really gone, just hidden in the dark, It is strange how they return to you, just when you need them most, The memories good or bad, always return to their host, As you started reading this it was the present then, Now is poem will be a memory....... see how quick the time can end? For Buster you help me in good times and bad. I don't understand what you see in me...... but I'm happy you do.

~~ SOMETIMES ~~ Sometimes when I look at you, I see a full grown man, A sweet gentle person, yet you know how to take command! Sometimes when I hear you laugh about something that I've Said, I must be very careful not to turn my head, Suddenly the man is not sitting in your old stuffed chair, Through eyes of love I see...... A young handsome man there, But sometimes I watch you sleeping, I promise this is true, The little girl in me, loves the little boy in you, We have had our share of pain, yes even sorrow, We always know that we will be just fine... for we have tomorrow, ©copyrights 5/01/02 Johnnie Oakes For my hubby John, I love you so much.

Give And Receive You have heard " It is more Blessed To Give Than Receive" Please Let Me Tell You What These Words Mean To Me, It is taking time out to check on a friend, Letting them know you are there, for them, Making extra food for the people next door, Telling them that is what you are here for, Making a call, just to talk for a while, You may not see it, but you have made someone smile, Giving of yourself is the greatest gift of all, Listen to your own Heart when you get the call, Yes it is true " It is more Blessed To give than receive, Just wanted to say I will be here if you ever need me . ©copyright ~ Johnnie Oakes~ 08/16/02

+++++ THE CANDLE +++++

Her life was like a candle glowing in the night, Her beauty was warm and inviting, yet no one to hold her tight, She often was left all alone to shine all by herself, Was often put away up on that cold lonely shelf, Just like the warm scented candle, she let her beauty shine, She must be silent, yet she said what was on her mind, The years went on her life grew short, just like the candle flame, Yet she would hold her head up look ahead, hope her life was not in vain, She had witnessed, happy times, made others smile, because of her tiny glow, Had looked into her own candle, told it things that only it could know, She sat alone in her cold dim room, some where deep in she was caught, Looking at her candle, lost in her own thoughts, Had she did her best with her own life? Some memories cut her deep, like a knife, Then she took a breath, closed her tired brown eyes.......... Then the flame went out. © Copyright Johnnie Oakes 1/21/02 For Frances Whyte She was always there for me. She passed away 1/21/96..... went to a golden cloud.. She now watches over me.

SOUTHERN Yes, I am Southern, I have been from the start, You know, being Southern is a feeling in the heart, You could be born In the South, yes in the North too, You can still be a Southern, I have hope for you, Southern is a way of life, simple, slow and true, We were taught never to hurt anyone, even if they hurt you, We were taught to respect the older folks and love our children too, We were taught to count our blessings when they seemed very few, We were taught to help a stranger, that is part of the " Golden Rule" ........do unto others as you would have them do to you, Never doubt a Southern they are taught to Love you all, One more thing about us? NEVER push us to the wall. ©copyrights ~ JOHNNIE OAKES ~ 2/04/02

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