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5.0 out of 5 stars Collection of Inspiring Poems, November 2, 2013 By  Chris -   This review is from: Naked Eyes - Poetry of Youth (Kindle Edition) Reading this inspiring, thought-provoking collection of poems gives you a glimpse of the author's life experiences and his heart and emotions as a young man. These are extremely well written, creative and expressive poems. I could relate to many things he was feeling in these poems. I really enjoyed reading this book and I highly recommend it!   5.0 out of 5 stars Poetry to Make You Think, October 29, 2013 By  C. Brown "writer" )    This review is from: Naked Eyes - Poetry of Youth (Kindle Edition) Thought provoking and interesting, these poems will give you glimpses into several different realms of life from love to death, from darkness to light. It's a great little book that will create a sense of peace and calm while relaxing in the evenings. I recommend this book!   5.0 out of 5 stars Treasure from youth., October 21, 2013 By  Chris Ammann (Valrico FL) This review is from: Naked Eyes - Poetry of Youth (Kindle Edition) Naked Eyes by Larry B. Gray is a true time capsule of 1970. This collection of poems shows a young Larry B. Gray pondering everything most intelligent young men do as they cross from adolescence to adulthood. Love, hate, war and death all come into play. I personally found myself again and again identifying with the words of the young Larry B. Gray and wished I had written many of them. Kept in the time frame of the turbulent late 60's and early 70's and it is to see these timeless poems as the treasure they are. In closing I could have included many of the passages to illustrate my point here but I left them out as not to spoil the reader's joy of discovery as I had. Sincerely Chris Ammann To be clear I was given a copy of Naked Eyes but the review is true and honest. 5.0 out of 5 stars A Fun Collection, October 31, 2013 By  Martin Roth This review is from: Naked Eyes - Poetry of Youth (Kindle Edition) I too used to write poems as a young man in the 1970s, though none of mine survive. Larry Gray kept his and has now published them, and they make an intriguing record of a young man of that era, his likes and doubts and dreams and fears. Some have an air of mystery, such as the intriguing "The Mystic Morning God," which I especially liked. This is a fun collection that brought back to me many memories of my own youthful life and my attempts to capture it in verse. I wish I had kept my writings. Click Here to order your copy of Naked Eyes from Amazon.com

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Naked Eyes

 

Poetry of Youth

 

 

by Larry B. Gray

 

 

 

The late sixties and early seventies was a time of change in our world. The belief that everything was perfect was coming to an end. America was bogged down in an unpopular war in Vietnam which for the first time was broadcast nightly into everyone’s living room via TV. Between the anti-war demonstrations and the civil rights movement, political unrest was rampant. Drug use was widespread as people tried to “turn on, tune in and drop out.”

The poems in this collection follow no central theme and are random glimpses of my thoughts during this time of coming of age. Each poem has the date that it was written printed at the top of the page and reflects my little world and how I felt at that time.

 

 

 

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Words from a Wordsmith

An old posting but a good one.

My Wish for My Grandchildren

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse.



For my grandchildren, I'd like better.



I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches, I really would.



I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty

by being cheated.



I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn, and wash the car. And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.



It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.



I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.



I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.



When you want to see a movie and your little brother wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him.



I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.



On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.



If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.



I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.



When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.



I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.



May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.



I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it.



And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.



I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.



May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.



I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.



These things I wish for you -- tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness.

To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.



Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.



-Paul Harvey