Joseph Anderson

I sat before my desk last eve
To assess my current plight;
The things I see, you might agree,
Indicate a major blight.
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How like the seasons is our life,
We face the sunshine, storms and strife;
As seasons come, so they must go,
We are enjoined within that flow.
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Can you find a humble man,
Glad to be on God's green earth?
One who holds no greedy plan,
Knowing wealth has no true worth.
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In an attempt to lighten up my poem site I offer
this doggeral style ditty about my neighbor's dog-

I used to range those farming fields,
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O muse of mine please work with me,
Teach me to write simplisticly
And I shall seek no grander plan;
Just poetry for the common man.
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I remember, still remember
Though she's lately gone ahead;
They still linger, always linger
Precious words my momma said.
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Daughter's gone, daughter's gone,
Still my memories linger on;
All those moments through the years
Fraught with anguish, doubts and fears.
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This man with only one good eye,
Had labored long to find
The path to God, in a troubled world
That seemed completely blind.
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'Tis the day before Christmas
And I'm stuck in the mall,
The traffic is moving
At barely a crawl.
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Long years ago we said our vows,
Which ended with a kiss;
In thinking on those years, I see
Some trials, some tears and bliss.
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I know a most uncommon man
Who now must stand alone.
The way he chose to walk life's span,
Our group would not condone.
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This old house out in the country
Surely, isn't much to see,
With it's sagging walls and chimneys,
Yet, it's still a home for me.
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Do you yearn to be a poet?
So do I, come with me;
We may soar among the masters
On the wings of imagery,
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Life's weary road I've wandered ever long
through victories, triumphs and much defeat.
Those who travelled with me now are gone.
Another time with them would be a treat.
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From our moment of creation
Till our last day on this earth,
Comes the search for things eternal;
Moving forward from our birth.
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The poets found here on this site
Just turn my envy green;
There's Smoky, Juan, sweet Adeline
And prolific Walterrean.
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Dear God, could you reveal thyself
In a way we understand?
Could you make known some way to share
A universal plan?
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As I stroll through my halls of memories,
Surveying all twas good and all twas strife,
It seems some inner wisdom in me sees
The joys, the blessings friends gave to my life.
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We met down at the city park
Where old folk often go;
This day he seemed unduly sad,
His thoughts were causing woe.
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The winds blow by, blow to their distant space,
Life's winds oft blow us from our chosen path;
Our winds of time will e'er to soon displace
The joys and beauty that a lifetime hath.
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