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    My Life in Rhymes
    My Life in Rhymes
    My Life in Rhymes
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    My Life in Rhymes

    By John Alan Negich

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    My Life in Rhymes is a collection of poems, and musings written over the course of my lifetime and all of them hold a special place in my heart. From the memory of a small child that came from poverty standing in line for a government handout in the poem Little Boy Blue to the poem Running From the Storm which documents the emotions that raged in me during my personal battle with cancer: a battle that I am happy to say I won. These poems are in fact what I have experienced in my life and times. It is my hope that they in some small way, reach your heart, and that you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed creating them. Robert Frost simplified the definition of poetry by saying “Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”

    My Life in Rhymes documents, in poetic form, my life story and my emotions, in which I have indeed, found thought, and with the words that I found to express that thought, I hope will take the reader on a journey through the many aspects of this man’s very existence with me as the guide.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn Alan Negich
    Release dateOct 25, 2018
    ISBN9780463648629
    My Life in Rhymes
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    John Alan Negich

    John Alan Negich still lives in Export, a small Western Pennsylvania coal town where he grew up. He has been writing most of his life and cut his teeth on reading the classics by authors like H.G. Wells, Jules Verne, Mark Twain and Ernest Hemingway. His most recent work Retribution; reflects the influence that his home town, its people and its memories had on his writing. John is a storyteller who paints a picture with his words that gives the reader the sense they are standing in the locations where the novel takes place and actually seeing, hearing and touching the characters.

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      My Life in Rhymes - John Alan Negich

      title

      Be a Dreamer

      Strive to be what you see in your dreams and feel in your heart. Do not heed what others think you should or should not be. Envision your world as only you want it to be.

      Make that world a reality and you will be forever smiling.

      This book of Musings, Songs and Poems is a series of snapshots in time depicting periods of my life. It is graciously dedicated to my Dear Mother, as well as my family, my friends and all of those people, places and special moments that have contributed to making Me……Me.

      Table of Contents

      Life is short

      Expectations

      Contemplation

      Future

      A Thought

      Be You

      Lord of the Forest

      Catfish

      Just a dog

      Life is Good

      Fencerow

      Paradise

      Lady and Beau

      Goodbye Old Man

      Spring

      Home Today

      Mom

      Rendezvous

      My Place

      My Lady

      The Stream beside the Hill

      Why

      Reality

      River of Life

      Goodbye old Friend

      My Pen

      I can’t make it without you

      The Farm

      Blossom

      That Boy

      Chapel Fork Creek

      I’d Do It All Again

      I’ve Got It All

      That Skirt

      Coming Home

      Hang Tough

      Dodge City

      He was a good man

      We Miss Me

      Be the Change

      Put Your Guns Away

      The Race

      Dance with Me

      You Sure Ain’t Like Me

      Running From the Storm

      You loved me

      Happy or Right

      I Took a Walk

      Serendipity

      Screen Door

      Like You

      Simple things I loved as a kid

      Redstone Cowboy

      Black Water

      Turn the Page

      Going My Way

      Little Boy Blue

      Candy Apple Kiss

      When You Leave

      Silent Soldiers

      Nine O’clock Whistle

      We Wish

      I am

      Make It So

      One More Time

      The Beast

      Three Wishes

      The Musselshell

      If I Had Gone

      Red Mustang

      Old Black Dog

      Night Walk

      Life is short

      Don’t waste your precious time looking for the faults in others, but spend your time wisely nurturing the good in yourself.

      Expectations

      If you expect people to do what you think they should do, you will usually be disappointed. If you temper your expectations you will sometimes be pleasantly surprised.

      Contemplation

      I am relatively certain that I am not afraid to die. I am however, very certain that I do not want to stop living.

      Future

      What I am today is stark reality

      What I will be tomorrow rests with me and me alone

      What shall I achieve with the time I have remaining?

      What good can I do with what’s left of my life?

      A Thought

      The feeling of awe and insignificance

      I feel while wading in the ocean

      Is as if I am standing alone

      In a giant watery hand

      And at any instant

      The hand could form a fist

      And swallow me forever

      Be You

      Embrace your roots and be yourself

      Don’t take part in a charade

      To emulate something you are not

      Just makes your life a masquerade

      In reality you’ll be nothing more

      Than a jester in a fools parade

      Lord of the Forest

      Mighty Oak

      I stand before you humbly

      In wonder and in awe

      As heavy mist surrounds my feet

      Damp with morning dew

      As oft before to comprehend

      The wonders that I saw

      And try again to understand

      The miracle that’s you

      Oh with such royal majesty

      You rule what’s your domain

      In a constant silent vigil

      Of the land on which you grow

      Hillsides white with trilliums

      Glistening in the morning dew

      The rainbow that is autumn

      The white silence of the snow

      A mighty silhouette you are

      Framed by blue summer sky

      A wonder of creation

      And a monument to all

      Here long before I was born

      I pray you’ll be here when I’m gone

      I hope your reign will be eternal

      And that your empire will live on

      Catfish

      Morris Pond Export PA

      To a small near stagnant pond

      A mile or so from home

      With an old steel rod and kite string

      We’d cast into the foam

      A friend, oh, he used to be

      And I a friend of his

      At least he was that July day

      Well I guess that he still is

      With gobs of worms upon the hook

      I’d draw that rod back high

      And with a grace that went unnoticed

      I’d let that kite string fly

      But alas the string just laid there

      Suspended by the goo

      No sinkers in my can today

      So a rock will have to do

      Another cast, the rock falls off

      Tie another on again

      Then perfection on cast number three

      Well, maybe nine or ten

      That big old fish is out there still

      And he takes my bait once more

      I hope that he won’t get

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