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
How I remember the maiden! The maiden Algebra! How she solved equations, Like the sun god Ra.
My disability Is a very Real thing, My dear friend,
I am Hera, And you may know me As the queen of the gods, And as Zeus's wife.
I am one of the Greek gods You may have heard about In some mythology class Or something like that;
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.
To be, or not to be, That is the question; To go on or to die hard, That is the answer.
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,
Happy Birthday, Mum, And I wish you the best today, Since it is 9/2, And this day is for you,
Now, today is a special day, When we gather around, To celebrate that special day In which you were born,
To walk around the block, You have to walk around its whole perimeter In order to measure the area around it. If that makes sense to you,
Oh, you scoundrel,
Which I deal with every day,
How I hate you so,
When you must govern my life,
As if I have no control over you.
You fiend, which feasts on my pain,
How I hate you when you come at my direst hour,
Flourishing from my torment,
And thriving off my desperation.