Biography of Clyde Watanabe
The desire to write never manifested itself until recovering from a life-threatening illness in 2005. A need to collect my thoughts and feelings to pass on to my family and inspirations of my faith in God gave birth to my journey of writing.
Today, the Christian Poet and his family serve the poor and needy on the streets of Oklahoma City each week. Some of his current poetry reflect upon this journey.
Life is such a journey. From Hawaii to Los Angeles, Ca to Bakersfield, Ca to Yukon, Ok. From childhood days of school, bowling and fishing to college and work and travel. From searching and wondering to a place of security, hope, and peace.
May the inspirations of my pen be a reflection of love, mercy, and grace and bring a reader's heart in touch with my loving God.
Clyde Watanabe's Works:
Inspirations of Grace, Tate Publishing 2008
Clyde Watanabe Poems
Run run running I’m running away Run run running Can’t even pray
This Great Lover
How do you wait so patiently How do you wait for imperfect me Why do you prepare the best for me When I turn around and flee
The Quiet In The Storm
Raging storms Quest to ease unrest Chasing dreams of yesteryear Broken dreams each time I shed a tear
Payin My Dues
Yeah, I know I done a lot of stuff Wasn't just the wrong place, wrong time Like so many in the 'hood Getting into trouble was easy when younger
The Faces Of Love
Do we ever really notice the many faces of love? Not just romantic and sweet Not just kindness and affection
A World In Disguise
You just caught a glimpse of reality spoken softly whispered for years to your ears Somehow deafened by the calls of your world a voice now murmurs deep in your heart
I Just Have To Smile
Somber moments of life with the uncertainty of change Knees are trembling Heart feels so weak?
A friend's husband died in an auto accident. When cruel realities of this world take away a loved one, how do we fill the emptiness inside? Where does our hope and help come from? How do we fill the loss in our lives? If life is like a flower, mine has withered and died My tears they flow like rivers, can't open my eyes
Payin My Dues
Yeah, I know I done a lot of stuff
Wasn't just the wrong place, wrong time
Like so many in the 'hood
Getting into trouble was easy when younger
Part of the lifestyle and need to be someone
Fed this crazy hunger.
I don't know why I done so much wrong
Mama made sure I knew what was right