Roland E. Williams's Blog, page 2

Next ebook

Hey there!Yep, me again!Have I told you about my future projects? I think I mentioned some.My next book will be published on Amazon for the Kindle. Any Kindle users out there? Don't fuss: there is a free Kindle app out there for computers! So you won't have to miss out.And what kind of book will that be? A collection of the poems you have read these weeks and some more that I have not shared with you. So you might have to end up reading it after all. And it will be free for three months. Isn't that a great deal?
Thanks again good people for your time and attention. Do be safe and much love.
~Roland~#reading #writing #authors #FARG

An ode to my mom and all moms

Hey there!
Me again. Oh, you are back!
I want to share another poem with you; another ode, to my mom in particular and all moms in general.
Here it is and do enjoy.
___
MOTHER
How many were my infant cries
Before I was satisfied once more?
How many were my mother’s cries
Just to let this, her child, see light?
Can I begin to count the infant steps
That got me to where I am today?
How many were mother’s steps
Carrying both our weights with her?
How many infant miles did I crawl
For my knees to now be so weary?
How many floors tried their best
But could not wear her knees down?
How many drops of mother’s milk
Made me strong and brave?
How many drops of mother’s milk
Did she save just for me each day?
And how often did infant-me fall
To learn to not fall at all? Yet I do
How many times did I not fall
When she was there for me
___
I hope I caught all the typos, because I am posting this from my phone.

Thanks for reading and passing by. Do be safe and much love.

~Roland~

#poetry #authors #iamwriting #reading

An ode to my mom and all.moms

Hey there!
Me again. Oh, you are back!
I  want to share another poem with you; another ode, to my mom in particular and all moms in general.
Here it is and do enjoy.
___
MOTHER
How many were my infant cries
Before I was satisfied once more?
How many were my mother’s cries
Just to let this, her child, see light?
Can I begin to count the infant steps
That got me to where I am today?
How many were mother’s steps
Carrying both our weights with her?
How many infant miles did I crawl
For my knees to now be so weary?
How many floors tried their best
But could not wear her knees down?
How many drops of mother’s milk
Made me strong and brave?
How many drops of mother’s milk
Did she save just for me each day?
And how often did infant-me fall
To learn to not fall at all? Yet I do
How many times did I not fall
When she was there for me
___
I hope I caught all the typos, because I am posting this from my phone.

Thanks for reading and passing by. Do be safe and much love.

~Roland~

#poetry #authors #iamwriting #reading

Another poem: an ode to mom

It is not that I am in a sad mood, but just wanted to share one of the odes I wrote for my mom.

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A LAST GLIMPSE
That last time I saw you
You didn’t seem much older
But for the grey of death

You didn’t hear us enter
As if you were expecting us
Your smile never so young

And the few lines in your face
Bearing happiness and pain
So weary, yet this moment so alive

And your soft spoken words
Whose echoes I still carry within me
As I do your endless love
___

Hope you enjoyed it.

Thank you so much for your time and for your attention. Be safe and much love.

~Roland~

#poetry #iamwriting #reading #authors

Another poem: an ode to mom

It is not that I am in a sad mood, but just wanted to share one of the odes I wrote for my mom.
___A LAST GLIMPSEThat last time I saw youYou didn’t seem much olderBut for the grey of death
You didn’t hear us enterAs if you were expecting usYour smile never so young
And the few lines in your faceBearing happiness and painSo weary, yet this moment so alive
And your soft spoken wordsWhose echoes I still carry within meAs I do your endless love___
Hope you enjoyed it.
Thank you so much for your time and for your attention. Be safe and much love.
~Roland~
#poetry #iamwriting #reading #authors

Another poem with strange feelings....

So...what about another poem with strange feelings? Here it is....I think it is filled with lots of truth...___b.d.m.c.
The blind,the deaf,the mute,and the crippled,they never let go of usnor do we of them.They leave us silentand silenced,but never thoughtless.
I told my son today,I met an Eskimo ladyjust yesterday.He was amused,but not amazed;but I did not mentionmeeting a blind manearlier today;nor the deaf-mutewho crossed my pathfour days ago.
Deep in our minds, pity can be found in a corner, holding hands with curiositywhile both are embracedby shame.___
Hope that you enjoyed. Thank you for your valuable time and attention. Do be safe and much love!
~Roland~
#poetry #authors #iamwriting #reading

Another poem with strange feelings

So...what about another poem with strange feelings? Here it is....I think it is filled with lots of truth...___b.d.m.c.
The blind,the deaf,the mute,and the crippled,they never let go of usnor do we of them.They leave us silentand silenced,but never thoughtless.
I told my son today,I met an Eskimo ladyjust yesterday.He was amused,but not amazed;but I did not mentionmeeting a blind manearlier today;nor the deaf-mutewho crossed my pathfour days ago.
Deep in our minds, pity can be found in a corner, holding hands with curiositywhile both are embracedby shame.___
Hope that you enjoyed. Thank you for your valuable time and attention. Do be safe and much love!
~Roland~
#poetry #authors #iamwriting #reading

Another poem with a strange feeling.....

So...what about another poem with strange feelings? Here it is....I think it is filled with lots of truth...___b.d.m.c.
The blind,the deaf,the mute,and the crippled,they never let go of usnor do we of them.They leave us silentand silenced,but never thoughtless.
I told my son today,I met an Eskimo ladyjust yesterday.He was amused,but not amazed;but I did not mentionmeeting a blind manearlier today;nor the deaf-mutewho crossed my pathfour days ago.
Deep in our minds, pity can be found in a corner, holding hands with curiositywhile both are embracedby shame.___
Hope that you enjoyed. Thank you for your valuable time and attention. Do be safe and much love!
~Roland~
#poetry #authors #iamwriting #reading

Another poem with a strange feeling...

So...what about another poem with strange feelings? Here it is....I think it is filled with lots of truth...___b.d.m.c.
The blind,the deaf,the mute,and the crippled,they never let go of usnor do we of them.They leave us silentand silenced,but never thoughtless.
I told my son today,I met an Eskimo ladyjust yesterday.He was amused,but not amazed;but I did not mentionmeeting a blind manearlier today;nor the deaf-mutewho crossed my pathfour days ago.
Deep in our minds, pity can be found in a corner, holding hands with curiositywhile both are embracedby shame.___
Hope that you enjoyed. Thank you for your valuable time and attention. Do be safe and much love!
~Roland~
#poetry #authors #iamwriting #reading

Another poem with a different feeling....

So...what about another poem with strange feelings? Here it is....I think it is filled with lots of truth...
___
b.d.m.c.

The blind,
the deaf,
the mute,
and the crippled,
they never let go of us
nor do we of them.
They leave us silent
and silenced,
but never thoughtless.

I told my son today,
I met an Eskimo lady
just yesterday.
He was amused,
but not amazed;
but I did not mention
meeting a blind man
earlier today;
nor the deaf-mute
who crossed my path
four days ago.

Deep in our minds,
pity can be found in a corner,
holding hands with curiosity
while both are embraced
by shame.
___

Hope that you enjoyed. Thank you for your valuable time and attention. Do be safe and much love!

~Roland~

#poetry #authors #iamwriting #reading