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.
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 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.
On Inflation's Road
Do our preachers in their pulpits With expansion plans to nurse, Strive earnestly to save our souls, Or seek to grab our purse?
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.
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.
Dark Side Of Tomorrow
From our moment of creation Till our last day on this earth, Comes the search for things eternal; Moving forward from our birth.
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.
A Little Christmas Spirit
'Tis the day before Christmas And I'm stuck in the mall, The traffic is moving At barely a crawl.
The Candle's Burning Low
We met down at the city park,
Where old folk often go
And today he seemed unduly sad.
His thoughts were causing woe.
He spoke and this he told me,
In a mood of reverie;
''I hope the things I've said or done
Will merit memory.