Claude H Oliver II
Biography of Claude H Oliver II
Born in NYC, USA. Grew up in states of Pennsylvania, Maine, Alabama and
New York. Attended and graduated from City College of New York. I
worked for New York State for over 30 years as a supervisor, case mana-
ger and insurance underwriter. Married for 16 years and now widowed.
No children and currently in a wonderful relationship which has blossomed into a marriage of love and poetry.
Claude H Oliver II's Works:
'The Creek' - a short story.
- Memorial Day Reflections -new-
Claude H Oliver II Poems
When life gives us our first breath Standing by is our own death When we breathe our first sigh We know not our destiny is to die
If home is not here Where is it If death brings us home Then where are we when alive
Enduring Love Or Everlasting Love
Enduring Love Or Everlasting Love Enduring love or everlasting love
A 21st Century Lullaby
Sweet one go to sleep Go to slumber land so deep In my loving arms cradled sweet Peaceful calm succulent sleep.
Mothers And Sons
When a son comes to earth He is suckled by mother at birth She smiles at him with pride As he grows up by her side
When we enter this place We enter to the pace Of this Designer of our existence
From different places and social strata With different stages of discomfort Some alone, some with others All come to this destination
The Spirit Of Crazy Horse
This world is of me And I am of it It makes me who I am What I must be
Hands Of Love
There they are Bringing, giving, sharing Soothing, healing, warming The hands that cradle my face
Two from one Is how they come Yet where is the one From where they come
My Love Is Not Perfect
My love is not perfect. It does not flawlessly sail the seven seas It clears no mount in single bound No epic stuff this
B. And D.
b. and d. We all live our lives between b. and d.
Hello, what’s your name? John Doe. How can I help you? I called to make a status change.
A Soldier's Dilemma
He loved life was on his epitaph Generous and giving to all That he is dead is not in dispute The truth of the epitaph his victims refute
G And C
Frightened by the deed which was done
A deed too terrible for the light of sun
They could not say what had been done
Only utter the name of a trusted one
To name the deed that caused their pain
All effort proved in vain
Not knowing that the fear to tell
Would condemn them to a living hell