Biography of Justin Reamer
Justin Reamer is a writer who lives in Grand Rapids, Michigan, and lives with his family.
Justin Reamer's Works:
Nowhere Man, Dimensions of Reality, Verses from the Heart, Life Unscripted, Phases of Life, Destruction's Disillusionment, and Queen of Poetry
Justin Reamer Poems
What does one feel when he is curious? What does he feel when he thinks? What does she look at when she blinks?
I am Zeus, For I am one of the Greek gods That lives on
I am one of the Greek gods You may have heard about In some mythology class Or something like that;
How I remember the maiden! The maiden Algebra! How she solved equations, Like the sun god Ra.
I am Hera, And you may know me As the queen of the gods, And as Zeus's wife.
My disability Is a very Real thing, My dear friend,
To be, or not to be, That is the question; To go on or to die hard, That is the answer.
The Mona Lisa
Looking on the horizon, From the edge of a balcony, A man taps my shoulder And points at the beautiful
Prayer To St Joseph
Oh, St. Joseph, whose protection is so great, so strong, so prompt before the throne of God. I place in you all my interests and desires. Oh, St. Joseph, do assist me by your powerful intercession, and obtain for me from your devine Son all spiritual blessings, through Jesus Christ, our Lord. So that, having engaged here below your heavenly power, I may offer my thanksgiving and homage to the most loving of Fathers.
Your brother is like Ten feet tall; He stands so tall That he could probably reach
Prayer To St Joseph The Worker
Glorious St. Joseph, model of all who are devoted to labor, obtain for me the grace to work conscientiously, putting the call of duty above my natural inclinations; to work with gratitude and joy, considering it an honor to employ and develop, by means of labor, the gifts received from God, disregarding difficulties and weariness; to work, above all, with purity of intention and with detachment from self, having always before my eyes death, and the account which
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Justice is one of the Divine Truths, One of the Forms that Plato understood, One of the Secrets of the universe, That one understands only through remembrance,
The Apostles' Creed
I believe in God, the Father almighty, Creator of heaven and earth, And in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord, Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary,
I wander around a school,
Across a place that has forgotten me,
For who I am,
I know not, and I know that I am an outsider.
An outsider I am,
For what identity I know not;
I believe that I have been shunned,
That I have forgotten who I am.
I had a name, or at least—