James Ray Wilson - HOME: The Poet - Dr. Jim Wilson

I am cursed. I am a poet. There are no voluntary poets. I don't know about

poets

who

have to

write poems

and then we are determined to try to get

someone

to read them even though we

don't care what anyone thinks about

our

poems

...

because we had to write them anyway.

If you say my poems paint some true aspect

of life

and have special meaning

for

you

, t

hen

I can

die happy. My work has succeeded.

It's a pretty simple life.

There are three rules to writing poetry.

I have already mentioned one is that you HAVE

to write poems. The great

poet,

Winnie the

Pooh,

best illustrates two and three.

The second rule:

Pooh said, "And that's the whole poem. Do you like it, Piglet?"

"All except the shillings," said Piglet. "I don't think they ought to be there."

"They wanted to come in after the pounds," explained Pooh, "so I let them. It

the best way

write poetry,

letting things come

The third rule:

Pooh later added, "Because Poetry and Hums aren't things that

you

get,

they're

things that get you.

And all you can do is go where they

can find

you

I hope you will read my books and they will wake you up and you will see an

interesting,

different,

imaginative perspective on everyday life events that will

help

you will find more

purpose

and

meaning to your everyday existence even

though

some of them don't rhyme.

I want you to be able to take these books

open them anywhere and find

verse

that is

understandable and thought provoking. If that is the case

then

have

done everything I set

out

to do. At no point is it necessary for you to

agree with

me. My personal goal for each book

is to

express myself with

absolute authenticity.

I hope you will see in these a simple reality of

ife that

will show me as kindred spirit

or at least a truthful observer of the common

lives

that

we all lead.

Please read a few

examples of my poem

s. Blessings to you all, and

thanks for

your

support.

Dr. J

im Wilson

These poems are
tracks marking the
happy meandering path
of ongoing discovery ...

My crippled poetry begins to dance
With the light of God's name.
His name brings the angel of words
Into the house of my mind.
--- Rumi ---