I’m getting ready to release my second book entitled Poetry For Thought 2: A Journey Within on Monday, January 25th, 2021. The book will be available for purchase on Amazon. I wanted to let you know a little more about me and my journey so you can understand the first steps of this voyage. I am providing you with the “About the Author” section of my first poetry book entitled, Poetry For Thought: A Tale of Life. My first book had numerous 5 star ratings on Amazon so please check it out.
About the Author
For those who want to know about this “Average Joe;”
I’ll try to keep it short.
I’m a writer, a preacher, a for the stars reacher.
With life in there too, to sort.
Now let’s rewind the clock and go around the block,
To a time when I was small
Way before this writing and HD lighting;
When all I knew, was nothing at all.
I entered the world, a world so new.
My hair was black, my eyes were blue.
An impatient young lad, who just couldn’t wait.
A loving little boy, born on June the eighth.
My first memories,
Came when I was two.
I remember watching the trains go by;
And my dog Rascal too.
In a little white house,
Just off the main street,
A young couple and their first child;
Did what they could to make ends meet.
Then when I was three, I moved with my family.
To a place where grace and love made it home.
A staircase rail and a yard for “baseball airmail.”
Where else would a boy want to roam?
Still a little man of three,
Who could ask for more?
Coloring on the walls,
And throwing eggs on the floor.
A little man with choices,
Hum, just what to do?
Should butter go on the walls next,
Or could it be glue?
I started preschool,
At the age of five.
For a few hours a week,
it wasn’t hard to survive.
I remember my teacher,
Burying dinosaurs in a box of sand.
Finding a brontosaurus,
And Mrs. Koch lending a hand.
Making a Christmas ornament,
That my family hung so high.
Coloring pictures,
Of a sun and a sky.
However, Kindergarten
Was worse than Macbeth.
Leaving my mother for the whole day,
Was a fate worse than death.
After settling in,
I still didn’t like it well.
The room was weird,
And carried a funny smell.
The day seemed so long.
If I could’ve read, I would’ve watched the clock.
And since the others didn’t let me play pirates,
I hit them with a cardboard block.
I never seemed to like it,
It never stayed the same.
And when the others wouldn’t let me play,
I would step on their game.
I hated school.
I felt so hardened.
But before long, like all the others;
I “learned” I liked kindergarten.
In grade school, I remember the sounds,
When we would play.
Boys and girls running and laughing,
Every single day.
Learning of life,
And how it worked;
When girls had cooties,
And boys were jerks.
Setting in class,
Out the window I would stare;
Thinking of how to get even with my teacher,
By sticking gum on her daughter’s chair.
During these golden rule days, I was in a daze,
As the doctors said I was “legally blind.”
So, I cried like a beagle saying, “how could this be legal?”
Because for this, I never signed.
But I adapted and simply subtracted;
Some things I could no longer do,
And over time, I made this mine.
As I made a strength out of this too.
In Middle School, I tried to be cool,
As I gave running a go.
From Cross Country to Track, I guess I was better than a hack;
Some would even say a little better than so-so.
I also had a mission to be a musician,
As I hammered that drum.
Though those rhythms were sublime, my marching was out of time,
As the precision never seemed to come.
I went on in my education,
To that school of High.
All I seemed to do was muse past the books and the looks,
To a place where I was more than just shy.
As I day dreamed beyond the walls and the role calls,
I would put pen to paper.
I found my passion for making poetry was sound,
As it never seemed to taper.
From spelling bees to girlfriends,
I remember them all so well.
The breakups and math tests,
Sometimes it seemed like hell.
From history to my friends,
I wouldn’t change it in any way.
These are the memories of high school,
That I still hold today.
After that time, I also fell for a girl and I gave love a whirl,
But the world tried to intervene.
As Cupid drew his arrow, the minds of some were narrow;
Because in their eyes, I wasn’t “pristine.”
We remained together through the good and rainy weather,
And proceeded with that higher learning.
We had each other’s back and stayed on track;
As the love kept on yearning.
I went to college,
Ready to start my life,
But before it was all said and done;
I got my degree along with my wife.
Through college I continued to write and lost more of my sight.
But I made a defining choice,
To press on with my goal and baring my soul.
And someday, someone would hear my voice.
Today, I still live on this hill,
As I smile and wave to all.
A place where haste and poor taste,
Are both very small.
From this town, I rarely wear a frown,
Because I have everything I need;
My dogs and family, a wife that makes me feel manly.
Where else would I want to sow my seeds?
These days I’m a preacher, hoping most would say a teacher,
At the Church of Christ.
Praying to say something to lead the way,
To God for them to be enticed.
Now I’m climbing, in the ring to take a swing,
at this thing we call writing.
With God in my corner, I won’t be a forlorner;
I’ll simply come out fighting.
Now you know the story of this “Joe;”
As you gave this expedition a look.
So, “I thank you reader” as I become a greeter,
Saying, “welcome to my book.”
To be continued in book 2…
Poetry For Thought 