Tygyr-Gypsy• Show poetry

Poetry?  Well, to tell you the truth, I never dabbled much in poetry
before 2002.  I consider myself more of a novelist but I'm not a very
good writer.  I have some interesting stories to tell so I work real
hard at improving my skills as a writer.  I have always gotten bored
quickly when reading poetry, so for that reason, I never really gave it
an earnest effort until I received an e-mail invitation to join a poetry
contest about three years ago.  I had something weighing heavy on my
heart and on my mind, at the time, and I thought I would try releasing
some of the tension into verse.  After much strain and struggle I came
up with "Memories of an Amnesiac", a poem I'm quite pleased with but I
admit it could use some serious editing.  I enjoy reading several poems
each day and especially since I can add my own comments, but I still get
bored quickly if I try to do too many.  The silly thing is, and I hate
to admit it so brazenly, but I love my poetry.  I can read it over and
over and never tire of it.  It is so exciting to me, perhaps because I
work hardest at exposing my own heart in my poetry.  At any rate, I've
decided to continue writing poetry about the memories that I have from
my early childhood.  I gives me great pleasure to see them transformed
into exciting and inspiring tributes to the family I have been missing
for over forty years.

I'm really glad I
joined this site, though I haven't had much time for it lately.  I have
to say that the reason I joined was to read more of Danna Hobart's work.
I never really had a particular "favorite author" until I met Dana on a
public message forum and fell in love with her writing style and her
unique perspective of life and all its characters.  Such free and liberal
nonjudgemental views combined with well-educated intelligence is such a
rare and beautiful quality in a writer.  I will definitely keep my eyes
peeled for more of her work in the future.

I call myself a time-traveller of sorts.  I have seen into the future -
newspapers, television broadcasts, radio and even internet news casts -
only within my own lifetime.  I have also been back to my own beginning
and have seen a small part of the world through my mother's womb - like
looking through a big orange balloon.  At times, I have travelled in my
mind's eye, and even brought back pictures.  It is a rare quality that I
possess and cannot explain.  I believe in God, and I believe in science.
I believe that science proves, rather than disproves, the existence of
God, even as it reveals His mysteries that have been given to us to
decipher.  I call my religion "The Words in Red", named for the Words of
Christ as told by the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, and as
recorded in the King James version of The New Testament of The Holy Bible,
and guided by the Holy Spirit of God.  I believe that I have seen Jesus,
but maybe it was just a hallucination.  Who knows?

I live in a little trailer on a hill in a hollow which was once home to
the late poet/laureate Jesse Stewart.  I make clothing, jewelry and crafts
and I'm always hoping to get a chance to devote some uninterrupted time
to finishing my "novel", which has been swimming around in my head for
well over twenty years, but now with my children grown I find myself hip
deep in grandchildren.  No complaints.  What a wonderful surprise are
grandchildren.  Just when you think all those years of work and worry
from raising your children will disappear in the dust and be completely
forgotten to be forever replaced by the guilt of the heavy "baggage"
left over from their imperfect childhoods and mistakes made along the way.
Suddenly you're no longer the scary monster who "ruined" their lives and
your presence will be called upon to bond with and thereby "enrich" the
lives of their very own precious children, whom they would NEVER subject
to the "torture" they were forced to endure throughout their first
eighteen years on this planet.  LOL.  I have three wonderful grown
children and a grandchild from each of them - and one on the way - my
oldest son's wife is pregnant again.  That is my life - my "real" life,
anyways, and better than any fantasy I have imagined.  My trailer is my
house but my family is my castle, my glory, my home.  Amen.

My name is A.R. Collier, but y'all can call me Buster.