https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith5461/My poetic stuffhourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith5461/548582THE ANGEL Once upon a night most dreary Crashing sounds, a frenzied storm. Up the stairs they crept most weary Under blankets safe and warm. Flames were dancing, golden glimmer In the fireplace that night. Crackling wood began to simmer Signaling its faded light. Sleep came early, welcome slumber...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith5461/545172ATTITUDE For me, attitude is something I choose, and it is a fundamental part of my everyday life. It makes me get up in the morning, it makes me prepare for the day. It makes me smile to those with whom I come in contact. Its guides the words I use to speak and write all day long. It helps me to...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith5461/543166T HE G OLFER’S P SALM > T he Lord is my caddie, I shall not whiff. He leadeth me to green fairways. He steareth me away from treacherous waters. He restoreth my confidence. He leadeth me to safely traverse the doglegs of life. I shall not swear at His Namesake. Y ea, though I walk through the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith5461/543031WHEAT M y parent’s first house was on the edge of town, on Overlook Dr. What it overlooked was a wheat field directly across the road. We lived in Kansas, and wheat was the predominant crop in that part of my world. I learned about the seasons watching the wheat. In the Fall, the field was...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith5461/542138The Goal I aptly cogitate the world that vastly fascinates, Which begs me now to explicate and enumerate: How could ever I just postulate and incorporate The notion that I speculate, or even proliferate? I do not intend to demonstrate or to manipulate. I will not try to abbreviate or offer to...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetsmith5461/542137The Answer The diagnosis came, I turned victim to my own unrelenting misery. Denial crossed over into bitterness and ran rampantly toward despair. No one was there to empathize, but, only there to criticize. Nothing helped to facilitate, or mitigate, but only there to tolerate. Hope sifted though...