TUCKED AWAY… a poem

man sitting on white concrete building during daytime

While I ponder the pages

Piqued and persuaded

To go just a little bit more

It is there that I find

In the corners of my mind

What my life has been longing for

Tucked away neatly

Not wrapped with a bow

Was solace, alive and well

Patiently waiting

For me to discover

Then go out in the world and tell

Tell of the truth

Of kindness and love

Embracing the differences, we see

A lesson so old

Again, to be told

By a simple man like me

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ASHES… a poem

The ashes are all that’s left

Of the woman I loved so dear.

These callused hands once held her close

While these lips whispered in her ear.

Now, I say, I love you.

I will repeat those words every day.

And in my mind, I still hear your reply

Because, it was always that way.

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Roads… a poem of life

How difficult does your road have to be

Is it filled with potholes

Or as smooth as the sea

Is it scattered with pebbles

And filled with cracks

Are there mountains or molehills

Or well-worn down tracks

Trace, Sand, Tire Tracks, Sea

Is it uphill or down

Which way do you go

Do you have a destination

Are you stuck in the snow

Is your path blocked by a rock slide

Or fallen down tree

What gets in your way

When you’re trying to see

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Do you look for specs

In another one’s eye

When the log in your own

Could cause you to die

Take care on your travels

For they lead to the past

Find the smooth road ahead

Because it all goes too fast

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My first book… it’s getting closer!

Here is the cover for my first book of poetry. What do you think? I took this photo on a fishing trip in June 2019 while out in the Gulf of Mexico off the Alabama gulf coast. It seemed only natural to use this picture as it captured the grandeur of God’s morning portrait. Naturally, there is a fishing rod in the foreground which is perfect for me.

Wish me luck! All the writing has been completed, and the formatting seems to be okay, so… I need some more input from my editors (wife and a friend) and then I can set a release date. I can’t wait to leave a little something behind for my children and grandchildren.

DARK… a poem

The dark crept in and I didn’t even notice,

Until I was stumbling around,

Wondering how I lost my way.

Isn’t that how it always happens?

Evil is sly and persistent and very patient.

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Seek the Light!

Stay in the Light!

Live in the Light!

Be the Light for others,

And show them the way out of the dark.