Biography of David Ritter
Many of my poems chronicle a lifelong struggle with the ups and downs of everyday life. Many writing’s have a personal significance, others are only an idea I came up with. Sometimes I prefer not to reveal the difference, leaving the reader to come to their own conclusion. This is a warning, not to assume that all my writings pertain to my life personally. Most of my poems rhyme because I like the challenge and are simply more fun. They are direct, full of a variety of emotions, and have a message or meaning of social significance that most common folk can understand and relate too. I would much rather touch someone’s heart than their brain, rather than use imagery with the flowery words and metaphors that most people don't understand. That’s not to say I don't use these tools, but that I try to keep it simple, in hopes to reach out and touch more people. These poems, quite frankly, describe the beliefs and feelings of one man about a world that was and at times still easy, hard, sad, happy, fair, unfair, kind, evil, lovely and full of hatred. If you enjoy reading poems, short stories, jokes and watching videos, join my blog at myspace.... blogs.myspace.com/david_ritter67 or visit www.poetrypoem.com/ritter1116
David Ritter Poems
Upon My Death Bed
If I'm unable to write again, for this doomed world will soon pass me by, I feel impelled to pen a few lines, that may fall under your teary eye.
My Precious Daughter (Revised)
Sitting here all alone thinking, just how much you've grown You're growing up, you're almost two My joy the first time holding you
The Kind Man (Story Poem)
Joe sat in his gloomy dark cell, staring at the black walls of stone. When a recurring thought of her, reminded him he was alone.
Of all the seasons in the year Springs the one that makes me cheer For longer days and a brighter sun
My Best Friend
I want you to meet my best friend. I've known him for many a year, and his love for me knows no end, with strength like that whom shall I fear?
I rest here in my mommy's womb, a home I'm pleased I found. Unaware of a coming doom, I'm sleeping safe and sound.
There once was a man, who loved to play pool. They called him 'Sure Shot.' He thought he was cool.
What Am I To Do?
My sweet Jesus I call out to you. Oh sweet Jesus what am I to do? If ever I needed you now is the time. Search my heart I'm sure you will find.
Concerned, I said 'yes.' I hung up the phone. This Halloween night I would be alone.
Surpreme Mercy And Grace
We have all betrayed the Lord in our lives at various times But the secret is to admit our sin When the convicting Holy Spirit shines
There once was a man,
who loved to play pool.
They called him 'Sure Shot.'
He thought he was cool.
He would enter tournaments,
all over the town.
Walking into any bar,
all the people would frown.