Utah Jay

Utah Jay
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I have been writing since the beginning of time it seems, not because I want to write, but because I have too. My favorite form of writing is poetry, all kinds and types of poetry.
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Recent pages by Utah Jay

Just a line or two to let you know I am thinking about you...Be back as soon as I can.
I end up going to a lot of expositions, conventions, meetings, political gatherings and whatever else my wife can find to torture me with. Its her entertainment, and this is what happens to a tattered mind, like mine, when I let it wonder away un-tethered.
This is a poem about right and wrong and the colors of the heart.
This is poetry about love and life and life here-after.
I just can't help myself, the nonsense is just too loud and I must say something.
This is a poem of how my wife must have felt watching me after my stroke. Watching as I re-learned how to write, and use numbers, and how she must dread all the things I have lost.
A political piece about Republics and Democracies. The Constitution and the 17th Amendment. Things we need to fix.
For some reason I have been thinking about my parents for the last two days. I guess ever since my new Grandson came...It does something to renew the soul...These little miracles of life...God bless everyone.
As you man know I was at a convention on the weekend and just yesterday we had a brand new Grandson come, so I have been very busy and thought I would simply post some of my notes from the conference as I have little time to write...I think you will like them just fine.
This is a piece I wrote about the ways of today and yesterday and how things have and have not changed.
My wife and I were at a convention Thursday through Saturday and as one speakers spoke of Revelation chapter 11, I wrote this as it was impressed onto my mind, as I do not hear things so much as I see them. And no, this is no prediction, it is simply the things his words revealed to m...
This is a story of day in the life of a couple of old fools who like to spend time with each other. The streets we live on and travel over, the world around us and the worry that life is slipping away...Maybe seven years the Doctors say.
It is funny how some things turn out, a love poem on one hand, a broken heart on the other as all things come in the proper order.
It seems to me that the country I grew up in has become lost as our freedoms are slowly being taken away while everyone is so busy with their I-Phones that they cannot see what is happening to them.
I just wanted to tell everyone Happy Easter and to remind myself what we celebrate.
We have huge problems, not only here at home, but all around the world. I have come to believe that much of our problems, and thus the world's problems is because of a willfully misleading media.
This is a little piece of mine that speaks of trying to do better, or of not trying and the reasons that turn away the hearts of those who once so willingly fallowed.
I remember when I came home from my war having trouble reconnecting with family and friends and trying to tell them how just much I missed them...Needed them...Loved them. It seems we could not recognize each other. It seems as though we had become lost in the eyes of the world.
This is about that story we hear on the news and we just cannot understand how it happens.
This is a poem about fantasy and illusion and all that can be found with the pen and the ink and put on paper so the eyes of the world can dream sweet dreams. That place where love lives forever young.
This is a poem from my heart of hearts. I am not looking for any awards or accolades, it is simply something my heart tells me to do. I hope you will read it with an open mind and heart.
This is a poem about the nature of man and how the light of day can change the world.
There comes a time in every life when we must come down from our mountains and learn to love anew.
These are a small collection of my short poems. I do hope you will like them.
I have seen lots of ghost in my life time. As a matter of fact, I see them almost every night...We all do.
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