I don't know if you all know this, but my career as a writer started as a poet. I have been a published poet since age 8. It made my mother so proud. She wrote poems from time to time, and was a featured poet in some literary magazines.
As far as awards and recognition go, I have been published in 5 books (Anthologies of Poetry), as well as feautured on 2 poetry CDs. I have been awarded Certificates of Merit three years in a row (2003, 2004, 2005), and have been invited to read my work for the president.
I haven't written much recently due to my work as a journalist/game critic, but I still write when I feel up to it.
First let me say that all of your comments and suggestions are welcome. I do not mind harsh criticism. I find reading opinions of my work to be more fun than writing the work itself. Some comments I have gotten in the past are so funny. All I ask is that you leave them in the comments thread that I will be making. I would like this thread to contain the work only.
Anyway, enough about me. On to my work.
This first poem was written shortly after my father was awaiting trial for his crimes. I have changed it a little since it was written. The time elements did not fit when he finally read, so I changed it to be more applicable to him. This version is the revised one, because it still works now. Anyway...
My Father's Boots
My father's boots have walked many miles.
But they do not walk anymore.
My father's boots just sit there.
Lifeless leather on the floor.
They've been to California,
Where the sun always shines.
My father used to work there,
While Mom and I stayed behind.
The boots have climbed a mountain,
They've trudged through foot-high snow.
They've waded in a river,
And walked through grass that was freshly mowed.
Now they are empty,
For the last two years they've sat.
No foot to go in them,
Until my father comes back.
Soon his boots will walk.
I'll hear their pounding steps.
My father will return and find
his boots are where they were left.
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