She had the sweetest lips

She had the sweetest lips I’ve ever tasted,

She had the warmest touch I’ve ever known,

But she took it all when she said she was leaving,

Now everything that I loved is gone.

She had a gentle voice just like an angel,

Her eyes they seemed to see right through my soul,

Her long dark hair flowed oh so softly,

Then the time it came I had to let her go

She left me with all my fondest memories,

The ones I cherish each and every day,

I thank god for the time I’ve known her,

I just wish every day she could have stayed,, :©)

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It could have been me

When night finally comes and the light fades away,

missing you more , seems to flow more my way,

then reality,,, slowly sets in,

my tears fall like rain, as my heartache begins

It could have been me layin there with you,

it could have been me, making our dream come true,

where ever I go, what ever I do,

it could have been me, it could have been me and you.

A little part of me, still believes there’s a way,

to fall in those arms that I miss more everyday,

I know that in time, I may get over you,

but it could have been me, it could have been me and you.

©Peter Jacobs

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Where he wants to be

The stage door is tied, his boats on the shore,

He fished everyday, now never no more,

Forced to move on, and make a new life,

A new life for him, his kids and his wife,

A lifetime of hard work, as led to this day,

It’s hard to throw down, and just walk away,

His days on the water, as come to an end,

Generations of fishing, as ended with him,

He wants to hang on, but it’s just a dream,

His father’s footsteps, mean so much to him,

Now go back to school, and try something new,

But years out on the sea, what is it he can do,

His love of the sea, will always be there,

It’s hard to change ways, after so many years,

If he had a choice, he would be back on the sea,

Back in his boat, where he wants to be….

© Peter Jacobs

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Oh The Memories..

Oh the memories a Rollin of time when I was young,

Of the things we were and weren’t allowed to do,

I remember them so well as I’m sitting here right now,

if you take the time then I’ll tell you a few,

Chopping wood on Sunday it was not allowed,

That just had to be done the day before,

Older ones would tell us that if we touched the axe,

The devil would come get us that’s for sure,

Talking back to someone that was hardly ever done,

And most times we paid dearly if we did,

Did what we were told to do and never said a word,

Spoke carefully and watched what we said,

Bringing pales of water every day from that old well,

Bring in fire wood for the stove,

How we made it through those times way back then,

Well I’m guessing god only knows,

In the evening after supper by the kerosene light,

After the days work was done,

Listen to the our old house would make,

Then a wash and say our prayers and we were gone,

Getting ready on a Sunday going of to church,

All dressed up in the best we had,

In our white shirts and dress pants we would sit so quietly,

And at the last hymn boy were we ever glad,

But in out little home growing up was fun,

We worked hard and always stayed in line,

After chores were done we took time to do our thing,

And it seemed we all turned out just fine..

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Never fished no more.

From atop a hill we’d holler, the boats are coming in,

Loaded with codfish, like time and time again,

We‘d run and grabbed the lines, we would be there most every day,

Be there to help lend a hand, but most times in the way,

The beach would come alive, the seagulls flocked around,

Lots would drop by for a chat, where a fresh meal could be found,

Fish was cleaned and put away, another day was done,

Just like fathers before them, each fisherman each son

Holler and shout out heave, as they hauled boats up on the shore,

With a storm on the way, they wanted to just be sure,

A chance to take, with lessons learned, from so many other times,

Stages gone boats as well, with nets and jigger lines,

As a young boy pulling on those lines, I thought I was so strong,

The stage and hanging out in boats, is where I knew I belonged,

I would stand and watch them as they worked; I felt I couldn’t wait,

To grow up in a fishing boat, even though I was only eight,

After a few years growing, those dreams then faded away,

More and more men fish no more, less and less every day,

The stages they have fallen, with no one to fish these shores,

All left now in silence, and never fished no more.. :©)

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Nan

In her rocking chair she sits her apron on her lap,

Her hands gentle folded often drifting off to nap,

Her stories she tells over again every time I come to see

She don’t recall telling them before she’s told everyone to me,

Her mind is slowly loosing track it ain’t what it used to be,

It often drifts back and forth and it’s hard for us to see,

It hurts to see someone so kind with such a kind ole soul,

Forget most all about her life and the people she always knew,

She passes her day just sitting there guess there’s not much she can do,

A lifetime filled with memories but she remembers just a few,

She don’t recall our names no more but she can sing a song,

Seems the things that happened yesterday don’t stay in her mind long,

Sometimes it’s hard not to smile but we often do,

We wrap our arms around and say Nan we all love you,

She smiles and says I love you too but I don’t know you are,

A loving heart but it’s so sad to see her mind drift of so far,

© Peter Jacobs

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In Your Embrace

Like the rays of golden sunshine as they spread across the sky,

I gather strength from your smile I see every time I close my eyes,

I feel the warmth from your embrace like being wrapped around your soul,

A feeling I felt from our first touched that I cannot let go,

The passion that takes over me every time that you are near,

Tends to make me tremble and I admit sometimes a tear,

But that peaceful easy feeling soon pours over me,

I finally tend to smile again it makes me feel so free,

I go about my day with these visions that I have,

Of how you sit and stare at me then the more of you I crave,

Just to hear you speak or feel your breath upon my skin,

I’d give it all to be in your embrace time and time again..

You melt me time and time again, every time always the same,

From every glance you send my way, each time you call my name,

Simple touch of your fingertips sends a feeling over me,

Wrapped up safe in your warm embrace is where I want to be..

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When it was me and you

Do you still reflect on memories, of times that we have shared?

Do you think back from time to time, maybe smile and picture us there,

Sitting alone just the two of us, staring into each other’s eyes,

Hands held tightly as if we were one, and everything so right,

I’m back to walking through this world alone, like I was before I met you,

Emptiness seems to be my friend, loneliness is nothing new,

Trying to find some comfort in, something that I once had,

Only makes me miss you more, knowing it’s something I cannot have,

An empty heart is an awful thing; it takes so long to heal,

Forever scared from that moment when, you knew goodbye was real,

From that feeling they call love, that not all times is as true,

As the love that we both shared, when it was me and you,,

Peter Jacobs :©)

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Young Burton

I’m sure as he set out that day, no worries came to mind,

just a day out on his way, like he did so many times,

not knowing as he made his way, that it would be his last,

not knowing he would have to face, his death far from his path,

walked and walked for miles that night, in the snow,cold and wind,

courage kept him on his way, he was determined till the end,

far from his home out all alone, he tried to find his way,

back home to his family, who waited, hoped and prayed,

I’m sure back in his mind, he thought they’ll soon come look for me,

search and rescue are on the way, I’m sure he did believe,

local people braved the cold, in their hearts they could not wait,

while search and rescue didn’t, till long after it was too late

In sadness young Burton was not found, in time for his safe return,

I guess the lord saw he could take no more, so he called him home,

to rest for ever more, in the arms of his son, to rest for ever more,

until Christ Jesus he shall come.. ©Peter Jacobs

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I wish I could go back

I wish that I could turn back time and go back to yesterday,

I’d give it all for just one chance to see those good ole days,

I often paint a picture of those days from time to time,

Of memories here in my heart of that home of mine.

It ain’t hard to find a reason to go back there every day,

Drift back in a better time oh how I’d love to stay,

See all those friendly faces of those folks that are no more,

Recall the tails and stories from those days back long ago.

There were stages all around the beach there were lots around the cove,

Every man that fished these shores had boats tied to the wharf,

Their jigger lines and fishing gear spread all around the shore,

Few still fish from time to time but most never no more.

The old house where we grew up as been gone now for some time,

Broken down and withered like these memories of mine,

But I still take a moment to go back there now and then,

Walk back through these memories and linger in my head.

Those memories they make me smile of a time that is no more,

They fade away more everyday like waves upon the shore,

Remembering that part of life brings a tear drop to my eye,

And they will always be a part of me until the day I die.

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