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Here and Now, There and Then: Poetry & Writings of a Son and His Father
Here and Now, There and Then: Poetry & Writings of a Son and His Father
Here and Now, There and Then: Poetry & Writings of a Son and His Father
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James Douglas Owens, Sr. (Jimmy) was raised by a father, James Willard Owens, Sr., who could quote every line of Thanatopsis from memory, and did, along with hundreds of other poems. Jimmy learned early on that poetry was a valuable tool for expressing feelings.

The feelings that Jimmy harbored, as a result of life situations, were many and pervasive.

Busy making a living for himself and his family, the missing factor for him to put those feelings to paper was time. Both fate and circumstances furnished him that time to reflect and to write.

Many of the poems in this book were written in that space of time.

Today, Jimmy is semi-retired living quietly in East Texas. He owns his own big rig and drives short hauls in order to be home at night with his wife.

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Release dateJun 30, 2009
ISBN9781440146015
Here and Now, There and Then: Poetry & Writings of a Son and His Father
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James Douglas Owens Sr.

James Douglas Owens, Sr. (Jimmy) was raised by a father, James Willard Owens, Sr., who could quote every line of Thanatopsis from memory, and did, along with hundreds of other poems. Jimmy learned early on that poetry was a valuable tool for expressing feelings. The feelings that Jimmy harbored, as a result of life situations, were many and pervasive. Busy making a living for himself and his family, the missing factor for him to put those feelings to paper was time. Both fate and circumstances furnished him that time to reflect and to write. Many of the poems in this book were written in that space of time. Today, Jimmy is semi-retired living quietly in East Texas. He owns his own big rig and drives short hauls in order to be home at night with his wife.

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    Here and Now, There and Then - James Douglas Owens Sr.

    HERE and NOW

    THERE and THEN

    Poetry & Writings of a Son

    and His Father

    James Douglas Owens, Sr.

    James Willard Owens, Sr.

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    Copyright © 2009 by James Douglas Owens, Sr.

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    Contents

    The Poet

    A Message from the Past for Loretta

    Pennies from the Past

    My Aunt Lydia

    PURPOSE

    Lifeline

    Face in a Mirror

    Mishaps

    Forces

    Other Times

    Thick and Thin

    Life’s Road

    Undiffused

    A YO-YO FOR BETH

    A FRIEND CALLED DAVID

    WHO CAN THROW THE FIRST STONE

    ODE TO THE BAREFOOT BOYS

    WHO WORE THE GRAY

    IN MEMORY OF OUR GRANDFATHER

    JAMES LARKIN WIERICK

    BROTHERS WHO WORE THE BLUE AND GRAY

    Just a Profound Thought

    SCOTTISH ANCESTORS

    A DAYROOM ILLUSION

    Musings or Brain Spam

    LITTLE LOST CHILD

    Box Car Willie’s Last Ride

    Come Tiptoe Through The Past

    With Me

    ODE TO JOHN S.FORD

    My Wish

    From Behind Razor Wire

    State Prison

    Private Enterprise

    Clifton Webber

    Six Times

    The Ritual

    THE POOR SOUL

    The Artist

    My Dreams

    TRUTH

    Laments to My Mind

    Poem

    The Ring

    The Funeral Parlor

    Mask of Stone

    Rewards of a Fool

    Valentine’s Day- February 14

    The Meanest Men in Texas

    A Research Paper

    Hard Rock Harris

    The Visitor- A Fiction

    Visit

    The Last Lament

    Terror’s Flame

    Rune

    TDC Killed Two More Today

    The End

    Trouble

    DEATH AT THE WALLS

    THE BEAST

    A T.D.C. CHRISTMAS

    CHRISTMAS AT HOME

    JAIL HOUSE LAWYERS

    Too High a Price

    A CATCH 22 TEST

    Parole Board

    For My Wife

    A THOUGHT OF YOU

    DREAMS AND TIME

    ALL NIGHT LONG

    ROSES FOR MY LOVE

    OLD FLAMES

    MY WIFE, MY FRIEND

    PARTING

    THE DAUGHTER

    Today and Tomorrows

    Night Angel

    RAINBOW OF LOVE

    FEELINGS AND DREAMS

    A SONNET TO MY LOVE

    Poetry of James Willard Owens Sr.

    My Southern Lily

    My Beloved

    My Dog Chips

    MY FATHER

    The Poet

    Why am I not permitted

    When I have the desire

    To leave my mark on the world?

    Not a big mark,

    A scratch would do.

    My book of poems.

    It would never be famous or popular.

    But perhaps someday

    A hundred years from now,

    Someone would come across a copy

    See my name and say

    A poet passed by, that long ago day.

    A Message from the Past for Loretta

    Thank you for finding us and bringing us home

    For to search us out in time, we know many hours you did roam.

    Though the years had scattered us far and wide,

    In

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