( The Creatures Group Together Much Like a School. They learn from each other. )
Taking Writing Beyond School Days
I have been a writer, of sorts, ever since the seventh grade and inspired by my English Teacher,
Mrs. W. We studied English Literature, as well as American in her classes back then, as well
as learning to write the English language properly, however, I still struggle a little, at times.
Mrs. W. enjoyed her work as a teacher, and it was so mirrored in all of her classes, back in that
little high school in Georgia. I really was fascinated by Rudyard Kipling’s work.
I wrote a poem years later in honor of his poetry.
by David E. Rodgers
When others call you names, show no fear, or that you care.
Do not play in their games, their jealousy you must not declare.
When things go wrong some days, don’t ask”why me”, but go on,
Tomorrow will be a day of no regrets, so take no blame, or atone.
When life knocks you down, don’t lie and wallow in the grief,
Get up and face the shortfalls, to count your blessings in your relief.
For every nighttime worry or fear, the sun rises at the dawn,
So take heart in the new day, then all your worries will be gone.
Where Has Writing Taken Me
I’ve written more than fourteen-hundred poems and articles on other sites.
I have written under a pen name called whonunuwho on hub pages. You can
find my work on the search engines for some of my articles or poems. If I write
a poem that inspires anyone’s life, then I have achieved my daily goals. There
are those that love my work.
I always experience much joy and like to express myself as I am writing.
To me, there is no other form and any method better than writing your real feelings
down on paper. Writing to me is just another way of exercising my artistic ability
and I always have said a good writer with a pen can paint a picture almost as well
as a painter may do with his brush. I would like to share another piece with you
if you don’t mind.
Beauty is More Than Skin Deep
When you feel the sorrow, experienced by a stranger, or a friend,
Your true life’s spirit has its beginning, a good message to send.
Crying those real tears because you’ve felt the same kind of thing,
Realize the empathetic love that only a human heart may bring.
As a lifelong friend meets an early demise, their life is cut short,
your thoughts run deeply as family is hurt so much in its report.
When you hear of a veteran who fought in a war, now on the street,
Your memory of a past as the same, you try to hurry, them to greet.
If our tears fall as the Summer rain, it’s not enough to help them out,
You must seek ways to ease their pain, what human caring is about.
Find a new source to brighten their future, this to them surely bring,
They will lift heads and to make them smile, not worry about a thing.
A true human’s beauty is much more than on the surface, my friend,
What does is more beautiful, lying beneath their multi-colored skin.
Deeply rooted so well within their hearts, placed there as purest gold,
By a caring and divine Father of us all, our loving spirits of a like mold.
Thank you for sharing in my poetry my friends and I hope all who read
are so inspired.
Many blessings, D. E. Rodgers