Jim E. Skiver
Phoenix, Arizona, USA
Jim E. SkiverPhoenix, Arizona, USA |
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Has been a resident of Arizona for the last twenty seven years and has been writing Poetry since grade school. He has been published in many newspapers and periodicals including Argosy Magazine. His Beloved wife of fifty two years recently passed away, and he now dedicates all of his writings to her memory. He enjoys fishing with his children and grand children. He is a wood carver, and oil painter (Bob Ross style) loves gardenings and has built a tree house in his backyard and is known to the neighborhood kids as Granpa. |
The Torch Of TimeBack through the swirling mists of antiquityBack through the night, to the dawn. When man first emerged from the primordial slime that was his birthright. To rule, Not wise, not strong, not always right but never wholly wrong. He is. Man the unquenchable, Man the endurable. Devouring himself with the sorrows of his own existence Preyed upon by his own insatiable appetites. Forced every upward propelled by his own colossal ingratitude. Experimenting, though not tempered by experience. But by the bumbling trial and error of time. Carrying his torch Though his life span be but a Pimple upon the Buttocks of eternity. Never knowing, never caring intoxicated by his own boisterous ego. Living---Loving---Laughing And reluctantly dying, as another runner plucks the Firey Wand from his expiring grasp. | A young man cursed and flung a stoneat pigeons on the roofAn old man smiled and stayed his hand with words of soft reproof "But look at the mess they've made of my hat, those cursed worthles things." The Old Man chuckled and said as for that "Suppose a cow had wings". | The ReacherI see wild rolling cumulus cloudsLike vast mountains arrayed cross the sky And among the dark canyons a silvery cross seems the might of those Titans to try How audacious to think that insignificant man could challenge the bird's realm up on high Too think that he also could soar on the winds where only the Eagles may fly To not know his own limitations and be earthbound like so many things Then let his ego send him off to the stars since the Good Lord has given him wings. |