In upstate New York lives a man
Intelligent, witty, and kind
He gardens to harvest his land
While composing rhymes in his mind
That later spill onto the page
Keys clicking to and fro
Sometimes he must rearrange
To perfect the rhythm and flow
He likes tennis, biking, a smoke
Conversing with family and friends
I say he's a mighty fine bloke
With a heart where love never ends
If in your travels you meet him
Present him this rose from me
Thorns removed from the stem
I've gleaned much from his honesty
september 3, 2008
bags123. Who or what is that?
It is the forum name of a poet I admire and adore. His name is Gerry Spoor. (Oh that rhymed! Ha!)
In August, 2008, bags (as he is affectionately called) penned a few tribute poems for various members of PoetryPages.com . So I penned one for Gerry. It is from my heart.
In January, 2007, an ex-Way friend with whom I had recently reunioned encouraged me to find an online forum on which to post some of my poetry. This friend sent me pages of online links. I perused four links and picked one that resonated with me. It was a perfect fit. :-)
Poetry Pages was my first step outside of Way/ex-Way contacts on the internet. The forum was like a breath of fresh air - encouraging, humorous, believing in others, not trying to fix one another, and understanding that poetry is art. It is expression. Bags123, Gerry Spoor, was part of that mix, one of the wonderful souls I met on Poetry Pages.
Gerry is open, up front, kind, honest, and funny all in one. He left/leaves an imprint on me many a time to help not take myself too seriously, yet to endeavor to treat life with dignity.
I am going to post some of Gerry's poetry on my blog over the next week or so. How much remains to be seen.
To read more about Gerry, click the links below.
A Poet Learns to Be Unread
Gerry's Poetry Archive on PoetryPages.com