As the Wind Blows

As the Wind Blows

Wind blowing through the trees,
through the branches and through the leaves;
you know its there, with out a doubt,
makes you angry makes you shout,
makes you cry for reasons unknown,
listen to it whine and moan,
unbeknownst to you and I,
there is a reason, and a why,
we'll have to guess, to imply,
because there's nothing to reply.

Love and wind are the same,
yet one is wild, the other tame,
both keep secrets, never share,
filled with joy and despair,
never see them, yet they're there,
you can feel them, you're aware.

It took a man old and wise,
to get me to realize,
that I couldn't see love or the wind,
nor should I try to comprehend,
for feeling alone, cannot explicate,
I begged and pleaded for him to restate,
for I was puzzled, baffled, confused,
he was laughing, mildly amused,
he chucked, sighed, then said okay,
he told me my feelings wouldn't lead me astray,
I would have to look at what my feelings said,
I'd have to use my heart, not my head,
And so I did, and quickly understood,
I learned a hard lesson, and now you should,
I turned to leave, and felt a breeze,
as the wind blew through the trees.

-Jon Wimer

Teddy Bears and Good Friends

Teddy bears and Good Friends

A teddy bear is a furry friend
whose love and support never end;
keeps your secrets, never lies
friendly, fuzzy, cozy, wise.

Tell it your secrets,
it'll keep them well
you dont have to worry,
it wont ever tell.

When ever you need one
it will always be there
the same old teddy bear
with the same old stare;
ready to listen, ready to care.

Good Friends are just like teddy bears,
you can tell them everything, anything or more
they'll keep it privy forevermore.

They are always there for you,
through the good times and the bad,
wether you're angry, upset, or just really sad,
they comfort you when you're lonley,
they know just what to do,
they'll have you feeling better
in a single minute or two,
just remember to thank them,
to comfort them next time,
and to write them a poem,
or maybe just a rhyme.

-Jon Wimer

She's not MY Something Special

She's not MY Something Special

I wish I could get her
Off of my mind,
But she's something special;
She's one of a kind.

I wish I could tell her
How I really feel,
But nothing would change,
Nothing would heal.

Once I told her,
Great changes would occur,
I'd wish we could go back,
To the way things were.
I'd feel weird around her,
This I knew,
But as to her reaction;
I haven't a clue.
I soon found out,
That I'd be just "Jon"
No longer a real friend,
For she feared "leading me on"

I loved being her friend,
And seeing her smile,
Now we barely talk,
Only once in a while.

I wish I didn't tell her
About the feelings I had,
What I hoped would end good,
Actually ended quite bad.

I wish we could go back,
To what we had
It makes me angry,
It makes me sad.

Now I am filled
Up to the top
With feelings of regret
That won't ever stop.

I had to tell her
This I knew,
I thought to myself,
I just have to…
And when I told her,
I then understood;
I ended our friendship,
And it ended for good.

We don't talk,
Or laugh anymore,
I just wish I could've
Known this before;
Then we'd still be friends,
Forevermore.

Now I wish I could get her,
Out of my mind,
But she's something special,
She's one of a kind.



-Jon Wimer