I have enjoyed reading poetry for as long as I can remember, even as a youngster. I began writing in my teens, short stories and plays but little poetry at that time. Poetry came along in my more recent years as the riggors of life began to really close in, as a way to express my feelings. For a long while they were kept to myself but family and friends encouraged me to publish some of them so I compiled a small collection of a hundred or so and had a booklet printed. I enjoy reading others work and seeing that I am not the only person with similar problems and joys. To some my words may not be particularly enjoyable but that is OK too, they are my feelings and expressions and not meant to change the world over to my way of thinking, (heaven forbid) . If the reader identifies with or enjoys them then I am blessed, if not then please don't be too critical.
When best-laid plans have fallen to waste
and frustration abounds in their former place,
when failure looms with doubts and fears
we must endeavor to persevere!
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Robins on the front lawn, waiting for a worm,
back from winters hideaway where days were mostly warm.
Shovel in the flowerbeds, blisters on my hands,
sparrows in my martin house, bare feet in the sand.
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The grand old house is gone now from the hill on which it stood,
for a hundred years and then some, through the bad years and the good.
It was my favorite landmark on this often traveled road
to see it sent me dreaming of the toils of time it showed.
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Mother, such a beautiful word just the sound brings a smile to my heart.
Just the thought of the word takes me back through the years by the memories that shall never depart.
Memories of an often rebellious child unknowing of her grief and pain,
unwilling to help ease her burdens and fears, harboring only thoughts of self gain.
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Long ago and far away
God created a soul one day.
A beautiful soul it had to be
for it had a special purpose you see.
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