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
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 Mother's Words
I remember, still remember Though she's lately gone ahead; They still linger, always linger Precious words my momma said.
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.
Ode To Death
If death shall be an endless sleep where all pressures, dreams shall cease, one would never have a need to weep lying in eternal peace.
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 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,
Never Sound Retreat
A hard fought battle you have won This graduation day; We fill with pride to know you still Stand steadfast on the way.
A Sonnet For Mother
When seen to near most fabled works of art Becomes a blur, just smears of paint and so It seems when someone lives to close they know The petty feuds, where brain rules over heart.
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.
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.
New Age Poetry
Gloom and despair, dark agony- Tis sad, so sad, but this we see, In to much new age poetry.
Life's Blowing Winds-Sonnet
The winds blow by, blow to their distant space, Life's winds oft blow us from our chosen path; Our winds of time will e'er to soon displace The joys and beauty that a lifetime hath.
All This And Heaven Too?
Intended satire I've been thinking about Heaven And still hoping to get in;
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?