Poetry Part #4

Poetry Part #4



Graying in

my life

growing old

like a stagnant

bucket of

rain water with moss

floating on top-

Oh, it’s not such

a bad deal,

except when


catches you

chilled in the

middle of a sentence

by yourself-

ticking away

like an old grandfather clock,

hands stretched straight in the air

striking midnight

like a final



by MIchael Lee Johnson


MICHAEL LEE JOHNSON lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era: now known as the Illinois poet, from Itasca, IL. Today he is a poet, freelance writer, photographer who experiments with poetography (blending poetry with photography), and small business owner in Itasca, Illinois, who has been published in more than 875 small press magazines in 27 countries, he edits 9 poetry sites. Michael is the author of The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom which is available at Amazon and iUniverse (136 pages book), several chapbooks of poetry, including “From Which Place the Morning Rises” and “Challenge of Night and Day,” and “Chicago Poems.”  He also has over 71 poetry videos on YouTube.


There’s a place beyond the rainbow
That God prepared with care
So when our pets must leave us
We’ll know that they are there.
It is a special sanctum
Where they can rest and play,
Knowing we will claim them
Again some joyous day.
Our bond will be renewed
Just as it was before;
The undying love of a pet –
You cannot ask for more.
I pray for such a Heaven,
For in my heart I know
Wherever He does take them –
That’s where I want to go.
by C. David Hay
C. DAVID HAY is a retired dentist residing in Indiana. He is a graduate of Indiana University and IU School of Dentistry. He is the author of five books of poetry. He has been widely published and has had his poetry read on the British Broadcasting Channel. Dr. Hay has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry and is recipient of the Ordo Honoris award from Kappa Delta Rho. He received the Distinguished Alumnus Award from IUSD. He is an avid scholar and collector of Native American artifacts.


Whatever the weather, I cannot change it

So I will just march along with March

Doing my best to enjoy the journey

Can it be any worse than February?

Will the sun come out each day

Or will I have to stay home and say

“When will winter ever end?”

Not til Mother Nature says so, my friend!

Make the best of what comes your way

More cold weather, snow, and maybe ice

But I hope that is not so!

Bring on the crocus and daffodils,

How about a warm up drill

March along with whatever the month brings

Sing along as you march.


by Floriana Hall


FLORIANA HALL was born in 1927 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She is a Distinguished Graduate of Cuyahoga Falls High School, Ohio in June 1948, and attended Akron University. She is an author and poet of 17 inspirational books, nonfiction and poetry. All of her books are available on Amazon.com. She has five children, nine grandchildren, and six great-grandchildren. She is the founder and coordinator of THE POET’S NOOK at Cuyahoga Falls Library.

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