Joseph T. Renaldi

Veteran Poet - 1,154 Points (Frackville, Pennsylvania)

Joseph T. Renaldi Poems

1. Separation 12/17/2004
2. Snowflakes 5/3/2005
3. The Wailing Wind 7/12/2005
4. Snake In The Grass 7/13/2005
5. Voyage Across The Sea 7/17/2005
6. These I Shall Remember 1/21/2005
7. Retiring To A College Town 2/5/2005
8. Where We Once Played 4/21/2005
9. A Miner's Tears 12/17/2004
10. Mother Nature 4/21/2005
11. Should I Return 7/13/2005
12. The Neighborhood 7/15/2005
13. Winter On The Horizon 10/29/2005
14. While We Slept 2/12/2005
15. The Coal Mine Trail 2/5/2005
16. The Snow Storm 2/5/2005
17. Shade Creek 7/25/2005
18. Winter Treasures 8/11/2005
19. A Protestor 8/12/2005
20. Once Upon A Christmas Day 8/14/2005
21. A Troubled Mind 8/16/2005
22. A Genuine Smile 8/17/2005
23. Trick Or Treat 8/18/2005
24. A Game Of Football 11/6/2005
25. An Unforgettable Love 12/15/2005
26. At Heart - I'M Still A Boy 12/16/2005
27. Remembering Together 12/17/2005
28. A Nostalgic Moment 1/22/2006
29. Death Bed 1/29/2006
30. Love Is Like A Rose 1/31/2006
31. A Compassionate Deed 11/2/2005
32. Holiday Messengers 11/9/2005
33. Birth Of An Oak Tree 11/9/2005
34. Something About Christmas 11/15/2005
35. You Never Know About Youngsters 7/4/2005
36. Broken Dreams 7/4/2005
37. A Special Holiday 11/11/2005
38. Encouraging Words 7/7/2005
39. My Wife 7/7/2005
40. Say A Prayer 7/8/2005
Best Poem of Joseph T. Renaldi

Graduation Day

Graduation Day is the climax of a dream.
A parental dream that began when a child is born,
And their hope come true it would seem,
A triumph held after periods of forlorn,
A feeling of pride and euphoria years away
For a daughter or son - Graduation Day.

It is a peak of success for the graduate,
Not only for the graduate but parents too.
A joyful event after many years they had to wait,
Realizing the glorious thrill of a dream come true,
A genuine smile accompanied by a deep sigh,
Often a handkerchief in hand as the class goes by.

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The Wailing Wind

I'm amazed at the wind's changing mood,
Its ability to maneuver far and wide,
The quiet motion - the tumultuous ones,
The way it pushes at ones side.

It pounds at the coastline creating massive waves,
Releasing its wrath against the sandy shore.
It approaches the heartland with a fury,
Across the golden wheat fields even more.

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