Justin Reamer is a writer who lives in Grand Rapids, Michigan, and lives with his family. more »
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Justin Reamer Poems
What does one feel when he is curious? What does he feel when he thinks? What does she look at when she blinks?
I am Zeus, For I am one of the Greek gods That lives on
How I remember the maiden! The maiden Algebra! How she solved equations, Like the sun god Ra.
I am one of the Greek gods You may have heard about In some mythology class Or something like that;
To be, or not to be, That is the question; To go on or to die hard, That is the answer.
I am Hera, And you may know me As the queen of the gods, And as Zeus's wife.
The Mona Lisa
Looking on the horizon, From the edge of a balcony, A man taps my shoulder And points at the beautiful
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they who mourn, for they will be comforted.
To walk around the block, You have to walk around its whole perimeter In order to measure the area around it. If that makes sense to you,
My disability Is a very Real thing, My dear friend,
Happy Birthday, Mum, And I wish you the best today, Since it is 9/2, And this day is for you,
Prayer to St Joseph the Worker
Glorious St. Joseph, model of all who are devoted to labor, obtain for me the grace to work conscientiously, putting the call of duty above my natural inclinations; to work with gratitude and joy, considering it an honor to employ and develop, by means of labor, the gifts received from God, disregarding difficulties and weariness; to work, above all, with purity of intention and with detachment from self, having always before my eyes death, and the account which
Justice is one of the Divine Truths, One of the Forms that Plato understood, One of the Secrets of the universe, That one understands only through remembrance,
Now, today is a special day, When we gather around, To celebrate that special day In which you were born,
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
What does one feel when he is curious?
What does he feel when he thinks?
What does she look at when she blinks?
Curiosity brings upon them
A state of wonder
Which they cannot deny,
They keep wondering and wondering
For the knowledge
They cannot petrify.
A child looks at a cat,
And wonders what it does,
For he does not know a bug,
When it comes a-buzz.
The girl looks at a tree,
She wonders why it is green,
She wonders why it stands,
And why it isn't mean.
Teenagers look at their subjects,
Ever the more inquisitive,...