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    Convenient Memory

    By John Boneham

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    People often ask how it is that I came to write poetry. I can honestly answer I just start writing and it just happens out that way. Sometimes words come to me in my sleep, which I need to put to paper immediately, flashlight in hand then and there in the middle of the night. Other times I merely put pen to paper and with inspiration or not a simple or complex idea just happens. As Mr. Cronkite put it, Thats the way it is and as ridiculous as that may sound to some, Im not too awfully concerned with my critics. Folks may believe it or not, but then the question would arise, just what does it take to make a writer or poet anyway? There are as many answers to that as there are those writers and poets, and as different as the people themselves.
    There are no set rules to all of this, and I suppose it is the reason I love it so. No particular set time or place for inspiration to come as it can happen to anyone; just some are more likely to capture that thought or idea the ability to seize the moment so to speak, while many others let it slip by. Just as easily as these thoughts come to us they are just as easily forgotten and I like to think these go to that place where unwritten words live. Hopefully it is somewhere lonely but beautiful where serenity abounds and those lost but none the less creative thoughts linger for an eternity. Perhaps this is heaven. There may also be an equal but opposite place for hateful and despondent words or thoughts end up, this likely being hell where misery and grief thrive.
    I have in the past captured some of these desolate thoughts usually when Im brooding over something that matters not, although I really dont care for this sort of prose, turning more towards poetry that says it like it is, putting people and situations in perspective in the world as I see it with the idea to be portrayed. Hopefully this will come out as my own style of the English language.
    Good, bad or ugly this is me, and these things Ive managed to unlock from the depths of my mind that window of opportunity to my soul.
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    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateJan 12, 2016
    ISBN9781504970969
    Convenient Memory
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    John Boneham

    People often ask me how it is I came to write poetry. I can honestly answer I just start writing and it just comes out that way. Sometimes words come to me in my sleep, which I need to put to paper immediately, mini flashlight in hand then and there in the middle of the night. Other times I put pen to paper, and with inspiration or not, a simple or complex idea and just happens. A Mr. Cronkite put it, “That’s the way it is” and as ridiculous as that may sound to some, but I’m not really concerned with those critics. People may believe that or not, but then the question would arise, just what does it take to make one a writer or poet anyway? There are as many answers to that as there are writers and poets, as different as the people themselves, There are no set rules to all of this, which is the reason I love it so. No particular time or place for inspiration to come as it happens to everyone, just some are able to capture that thought or idea ... to seize the moment, so to speak while most let the moment slip by, and just as easily as these thoughts come, they are forgotten just as easily, most likely gone onto that place where unwritten words go.

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      Convenient Memory - John Boneham

      © 2016 John Boneham. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 01/08/2016

      ISBN: 978-1-5049-7095-2 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-5049-7096-9 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2015921235

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

      and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      Life and Death

      A Cool Sip of Water

      A Guess at Best

      A Murder of Crows

      Al Capone Shoes

      Billy the Kid

      Christmas Morning

      Deadeye

      Dream Catcher

      Ghost

      Good and Evil

      Heinous World

      Happy Birthday

      Hellos and Goodbyes

      Holidays

      I Believe

      Incompatible Lover

      Just Like Me

      Karl Marx

      Knocked Down Again

      Monkey Bites

      Mr. Jagger

      Outsider

      R.E.M.

      Rebecca

      Sands of Time

      The Ballad of Fast Fred

      The Last Person Saved

      This World, Too Small for Hate

      Wicked Women

      Witch Fires

      You’re Nuts!

      Theories and What Might Have Been

      A Matter of Time

      A Sign of the Times

      Against All Odds

      Bless the children

      Books

      Children’s Prayers for My Father

      Fat Little Kid

      Fathers and Sons

      Good Wishes and Weirdness

      Old Photographs and Old Love Letters

      Old Poetry

      Old Soul

      Precious Moments

      Random

      Silly Poems

      Thoughts That Slipped Away

      Sailing, Pirates and On the Road

      A Schedule of Drudgery

      An Island at Sea

      Arizona Highway 289

      Rock and Roll Chick (Baby’s Gonna Rock)

      Beautiful Catalina

      Beetles in Paradise

      Beginnings of Debauchery

      Buccaneer Days

      Country Roads

      Doldrums

      Goodbye Catalina

      Junction of Pirates

      Kawasaki Kid

      Morning Sun

      New Mexico

      Ocean Passages

      Oceans Children

      Pacific Ocean Revenge

      Road Tramp

      Shark Food

      Stars and clouds

      The Pirate John Lafoote

      The Travelling Kind

      Underway

      Waves

      Good Folks

      A Good Man

      Angel from Vandalia

      Antique

      The E Street Shuffle

      Good Tunes

      Gypsy Wind

      Number One Son

      Smiling at You

      Snips and Snails

      Sonreir en Usted

      Weirdness

      Brass Monkey

      Carry on

      Crazy Moon

      I Don’t Give a ….

      Can You Freeze Cheeze?

      Generation of Sin

      Imagined

      Memorygasm

      Past

      Postcards from the Future

      Psychotic Behavior

      Tight Spaces

      Unicorns

      Working

      Calling

      Corporate Greed

      Sledgehammer

      Crappy Little Town

      Crazy Life

      New Day Silence

      Venus or Mars

      Divorce

      Bitch

      Bittersweet Morning

      Charlie Bear

      Devils Face

      Different

      Divorce

      Doing Time

      Nothing

      My Soul

      No Longer There

      War

      Combat Zone

      Commie Jane

      Good Old Soldier

      Old Glory

      Scars

      Solitary Man

      Obsession

      Rain and Storms

      A Midnight Summer Storm

      Bitter Rain

      California Rain

      Cry Myself Blind

      Gentle Rain

      I Bet there’s a Rainbow

      It’s Still Snowing in Chicago

      Mexicali Rain

      One Morning

      The Weather

      The Wind

      Random

      Fat Chance/ Not Likely

      South of Arivaca (Little Well)

      Southern Stars

      Stop Whining

      Sunset

      The Huntress

      TKO

      Tree of Life

      Twinkling Stars

      Two Hearts @ Two Harbors

      Walk On

      Just life

      Bettie Page Smile

      City of Angels

      Key West

      Little Fingers

      Married People

      Michelangelo

      My Best

      NASCAR Politician

      Fathers of New Jersey

      Peace Loving Man

      Poetry and Words of Passion

      Pony Express

      Searching in Vain

      Convenient Memory

      If I weren’t so damned stupid,

      I’d be brilliant!!!

      Life and Death

      A Cool Sip of Water

      It’s hard to think about

      To a healthy person

      Who ponders not

      Of how precious life is

      Believing one might live forever

      Invincible and untouched

      Until they’re on their bed of death

      No one could imagine

      What would go through someone’s mind

      Save for those

      Who know they are dying

      A cowboy lying in the dust

      A .45 caliber hole in his chest

      An argument turned deadly

      Over a handful of cards

      Or a painted lady

      The end of days

      Like his life

      Plain and simple

      A cool drink of water

      Is his final request

      Some might wish

      They could remain a little longer

      A terminal cancer patient

      Sitting alone with his own fearful thoughts

      Wishing to God

      He’d never picked up

      That first cigarette

      But like that now believing

      Atheist in an earthquake

      Dying just the same

      Although all can be forgiven

      A death row inmate

      Still able to remember

      What it was like to be free

      In his final hour

      Wondering why his life

      Like his condemning crime

      Had been so heinous

      A careless speeding driver

      Not paying enough attention

      To what’s in front of him

      Yelling into his cel phone

      Giving his girlfriend a hard time

      One knows there is just one moment

      Before life comes to an end

      When he realizes it’s way too late

      Having drifted over into oncoming traffic

      That semi-truck

      Head on

      The sound of the crash

      A volume too loud

      An intensity all its own

      His lady friend breaks down into tears

      A soldier crouching

      Behind a crumbling wall

      Pinned down by enemy cross fire

      Round after round barely missing him

      Debris of rocks

      And Fallujah sand

      Being spit into his eyes

      Thinking about his wife and children

      Only wishing a hug from them

      All of them

      Noble and brave

      But they might as well

      Be a million miles away

      We’ve all got it coming

      In the end

      No one makes it out of here alive

      It’s simply a matter

      Of how and when

      No more than a roll of the dice

      Most everyone has that one final thought

      Like that long forgotten cowboy

      Laid out on that street of dirt

      Who’s dying wish

      A taste on his tongue

      A cool sip of water

      Would be his final request

      A Guess at Best

      A moment in time

      All things being the same

      At one point or another

      Like two lights unsimilar

      But flashing together

      In harmony

      But oblivious to each other

      Two lovers searching

      For that perfect other

      Passing in the same place

      Only moments apart

      Now it seems

      More often than not

      Solitude seems to suit me

      To a tee

      Only a few souls fortunate enough

      To deserve true love

      Alone but not lonely

      My thoughts

      My constant companion

      No one to know

      A guess at best

      A Murder of Crows

      Like a murder of crows

      Off the beaten path flying free

      To the next place of mischief

      Havoc reacked all the better

      Being a nusciance

      Even to those being passed by

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