I was born in Nyssa Oregon while my parents who were farm workers were picking cherries and working in the potato fields in Idaho.I grew up in Mission Texas and attended Mission High scool where I first attempted to write poetry. While in high school I had two poems published in Focus magazine, 'What is War in 1972' and The Clouds' IN 1973. I have been in public service in my home town of Alton Texas as city alderman, police commissioner and mayor pro tem, I love to play chess, play the guitar, cook and my other true love, fishing. My first love has and always will be my wife Elvira McAllen who against her better judgement decided to say yes when I asked her to marry me in 1973. We have six ... more »
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Juan Olivarez Poems
Happiness is being home again, Happiness is walking in the rain. Happiness is waking with no pain.
I had a dream, that I could fly, On gossamer wings, in the clear blue skies. Floating above the Earth below, Going where the air currents chose to go.
I hear your voice, Anytime, Of the day or night.
I Saw God Today.... For My Pal Smoky
I saw God today, on a mountain high, As the wind blew through my hair. I saw God today in the clear blue sky, I felt small and humble there.
Death Passes By
A vast endless sea of sand beyond The blue grey hills, bathed in the sun Creosote bushes dot the line Of a bleak horizon, where heat waves shine
Return To Padre
It was a million years ago, We walked on the beach at Padre. Scattering the sand crabs as we went, And dodging the blue jellyfish,
A Poet's Words
A poet's words, Are a vaccine, For all the world's ills.
A Blue Bottle
A blue bottle landed on my nose, While a poem I attempted to compose. It wiggled it's legs and cleaned it's wings, And did so many other things.
A Frog And A Toad
A tiny frog on a lili-pad, Was so depressed she felt so sad. She wrung her hands and racked her brain, And said to herself, I'm going insane.
Oh summer, dear summer, my long lost friend, I am so very glad, to see you again. Your brother Winter was very unkind, So much so dear Summer, that I near lost my mind.
My Gentle Brother
My Gentle Brother, of skin most fair, Into whose eyes I may not stare. Your warm carress on my skin I feel, And I know my love for you is real.
I walked on a royal carpet today From the steps on my backdoor Clear through all the potted plants All brimming with purple bells
A Bird In The Birdbath
A bird in the birdbath splashing around, Failed to notice the cat, sneaking up on the ground. Happily splashing in the little birdbath, He became susceptible to the felines wrath.
A Broken Heart
I've been in the desert for so long now, I've missed my home and my only friend. And now I sit here, asking myself how, My heart can break, as my days here end.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Happiness is being home again,
Happiness is walking in the rain.
Happiness is waking with no pain.
Happiness to see my humble home,
Happiness at not being alone,
Happiness to sit, and not to roam.
Happiness is family to me,
Happiness in the faces, I longed to see,
Happiness is once more being free.
6/12/10 29 palms ca.