Joseph Anderson Poems

Do you want 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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More then I could realize,
You, dear one with sparkling eyes
Lifted me amid'st the skies,
Before the fall.
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Dear Lord, would you reveal thyself
In ways we will understand?
Could you make known some way to share
A universal plan?
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If death shall be an endless sleep
where all pressures, dreams shall cease,
one would never have a need to weep
lying in eternal peace.
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Just lately I went walking
On the roads of yesteryear;
I went walking through my childhood,
When the air was crisp and pure.
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He had to return to that old, old dam,
Where he often roamed as a lad;
To see it crumbling, eroding away,
Left him pensive, reflective and sad-
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When I survey this world amidst it's blight,
With famine, storms and threats of global war;
Are we descending unto final night?
I must do more than view this from afar.
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Something for the lighter side-

My friend and I, with great desire
And minds that must have been afloat,
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How I yearn to write in free verse,
Free from rhythm, cadence and
Free to roam about ethereally
In some never-never land.
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I sit on my back porch and hear
Those lonesome turtle doves.
Sweet memories ever flood my mind,
Of long lost dreams and loves.
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