Richard R Collins Jr
Biography of Richard R Collins Jr
Born and raised in syracuse n.y.
Lived in Fayetteville / Manlius for a good number of years which is now behind me. Age 43. Now reside in
Baldwinsville N.Y. Active in the community.
Local volunteer writer for a paper.
Have written 5 note book style of poems. Locally published through out the library system.
also working on a novel.
Musically inclined. Play Piano and guitar
Active in the church community. sing with a local choir here in Baldwinsville. The St. Mary's Church choir.
Richard R Collins Jr's Works:
Inside a blue and white room. Inside A dedicated Heart. Fireside Reading, Inspirational Feelings which is dedicated to my late sister., Susan Smith formerly of Fayetteville N.Y And Mirror Images. all can be found in the local library system here in Syracuse
Richard R Collins Jr Poems
Spring Is Better Than Winter
Nice calm day Children out playing Joggers and runners and sprinters Loosing excess weight.
Good Neighbors / Good Friends
New ones Comes in time More to come in time
At ground level. I am fine. still waiting for take off. there outside
He's coming again But in the time that's right for him And we shall see In full glory
Silence does enter in Peace goes through me Voices do come together
Beautiful Sight Of Baldwinsville N.Y.
Raging river flows madly Through our town. Beautiful when white appears Beautiful when spring is near
God gave me talents I to use them everyday. Play instruments sing out loud
A New Place
I love this place River close by Nice surrounding Beautiful atmosphere.
Thick book Inspired to read A must read.
They sit still Till I get my hands on them And that shall be soon
Miracles From God's Land
I do believe Do you believe? I have faith Do you have fait? h
I go into silent mode I close my eyes. My body comes relaxed Still as can be
Secured In One Place
Tush and seat becomes one Eyes glued to my computer Still for an hour Maybe two
It's not a mess But cleaned Drawers are easy to open My work nicely filed.
Silence does enter in
Peace goes through me
Voices do come together
sometimes to many