I didn't write verse before I married. My wife & I would make rhymes & then it continued.
I started writing lyric poems(songs) several years ago after I had taken a correspondence course for writing and not wanting to paper my walls with rejection slips like my writing instructor, wrote "The Writer". This continued and many more were written and published, I sold small collections of ten poems for $3, and entered the Washington County Fair (Utah) Poetry contest for several years and even won the best of show once and the director's choice award besides the entry premiums. So unlike the poet in Kismet(the 1955 film starring Howard Keel as the poet.), I have been paid though not gotten rich from it, but it's been fun. Some about the author: 65 year old handyman, farmer, actor, singer, interested in good things, describes how houses are oft times built wrong which causes problems to be repaired later. I am an actor specializing in one man shows as Abe Lincoln, Brigham young and others. Also do acting in plays and operas, in film and have on TV too. Did acting for fun in college. Former radio announcer, LDS missionary to Austria 69-71, father of four, grandfather of 12 & counting, in the construction maintenance field, but do voice over work, sing solo and in groups and do storytelling, love to garden and also to earn money but don't always do as well as I would like in either area, do internet marketing of affiliate sales and my own products and services. And my interests cover so many things that there isn't room here to tell of them all. I've written about ordinary endeavors, occupations, events; about grips, politics, and natural and man made events. One of my poems is based on: "A new national election is upon us and as a friend pointed out today, it seems that its been made into a sporting event. I told him of an experience I had in Austria in 1970. While living in Vienna as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints, I met many people from the eastern European countries that were at that time behind the Iron Curtain. One man was from Prague, Czechoslovakia (from 1948–1989 this was the name of the country). He had escaped just before the Russians took over. He’d left his wife and son behind, as she insisted on skiing on the Sunday that the tanks rolled in and didn’t think he was right when he left on Saturday for Vienna. He said that the big reason that the country was over run was that the people were more concerned about sports than their freedom. The poem is about the idol God called Sport. One poem is about man-made killing chemicals. Why I wrote it. Blowin’ in the Wind. Many people get ill in the Spring, I even had a chest infection(bronchitis) last week. Why? Well I believe the answer is blowing in the Spring breezes. The grass and quick growing spring vegetation starts growing and the towns, cities, counties and home owners, not wanting to work and abhorring green, start spraying poisons of all kinds all over, day after day. These chemicals are not only poisonous to plants but to man and animal alike. And with the winds are blown every where when applied and when out gassing in the sun. The people breath this stuff in and then become ill and the illness is just blamed on “it going around”, “I’m old”, “I’m run down”, etc. The sprayers are waging a chemical war on the world and the weaker people get ill, and the yet weaker ones die and the weeds live on and on. “After New York unleashed Operation Ragweed–spraying 200 to 300 gallons of the toxic brew on each acre treated–other communities joined the fray. “that killing ragweed with herbicides would produce new vegetation, cleaner air, and healthier people,” that’s not what happened. After soaking its landscape with over eight million gallons of 2,4-D, New York City threw in the towel. ...herbicides worked their way up the food chain, compromising air and water quality, and public health." “I enjoyed the book”-Susan N.