Biography of Joseph Anderson
I am a semi-literate farm boy from the hills of KY.
Have been writing poetry since World War 2.and prefer
the rhyming verse form.I do a lot of thinking. Please join me and rate my thinking. Perhaps I protest to
Joseph Anderson Poems
A Candid View On Aging
I sat before my desk last eve To assess my current plight; The things I see, you might agree, Indicate a major blight.
Seasons Of Life
How like the seasons is our life, We face the sunshine, storms and strife; As seasons come, so they must go, We are enjoined within that flow.
A Humble Man
Can you find a humble man, Glad to be on God's green earth? One who holds no greedy plan, Knowing wealth has no true worth.
A Dogs Life
In an attempt to lighten up my poem site I offer this doggeral style ditty about my neighbor's dog- I used to range those farming fields,
Poetry For The Common Man
O muse of mine please work with me, Teach me to write simplisticly And I shall seek no grander plan; Just poetry for the common man.
A Mother's Words
I remember, still remember Though she's lately gone ahead; They still linger, always linger Precious words my momma said.
A One Eyed Man
This man with only one good eye, Had labored long to find The path to God, in a troubled world That seemed completely blind.
Daughter's Gone, Daughter's Gone
Daughter's gone, daughter's gone, Still my memories linger on; All those moments through the years Fraught with anguish, doubts and fears.
A Chauvinistic Male?
Long years ago we said our vows, Which ended with a kiss; In thinking on those years, I see Some trials, some tears and bliss.
As I stroll through my halls of memories, Surveying all twas good and all twas strife, It seems some inner wisdom in me sees The joys, the blessings friends gave to my life.
A Haven From Life's Storm
This old house out in the country Surely, isn't much to see, With it's sagging walls and chimneys, Yet, it's still a home for me.
Life's Weary Road-Sonnet
Life's weary road I've wandered ever long through victories, triumphs and much defeat. Those who travelled with me now are gone. Another time with them would be a treat.
A Little Christmas Spirit
'Tis the day before Christmas And I'm stuck in the mall, The traffic is moving At barely a crawl.
A Most Uncommon Man
I know a most uncommon man Who now must stand alone. The way he chose to walk life's span, Our group would not condone.
Perhaps at some point in time
As I lay in final rest,
Someone searching through this rhyme
Might find solace from this test-
Did you search for truth each day?
Could you laugh and shed a tear?
Were there friends along the way?
Did you have and conquer fear?