Best Caleb Poems

What can be said 
about this man
One that is not easy to be read.
His words come to life
Pen to paper
With poetry to his wife
A loving...

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9/23/1989 - 1/20/2009

Grief dropped like a huge guillotine
 on the world of me, my daughter and wife.
My son Caleb was only nineteen,
 when too soon...

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I walk along the old familiar path in the wood of my childhood -
the place that I willingly abandoned  
for the lure of new...

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Poet Convention

Lost in a poets convention, 
I can't recall every poem, I've read through the years
50518, unique comments I 'validate'--- 
Thank You For Sharing Your...

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*Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich, Caleb Smith, Isaiah Zerbst, Anne Currin, and Eileen Ghali

I'll start with illustrious Andrea,
our talented sonneteer.
She peppers our poems with kindness, 
with...

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There was a brave,
A sage of his age,
And there was rhythm.
Men United in the hunt,
Women united in the spiritual sounds of songs of the Shaman,
And...

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Caleb Smith, southern gent so refined,
has an interesting, humorous mind.
He not only can write,
but can farm, fish and fight,
and on critters he hunts he has...

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"Caleb, go fetch me some dewberries from the fence row," Momma says, 
as I polish off my Saturday morning breakfast. "I'll make us a cobbler."...

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Caleb Smith's “Echoes of the Heart” has inspired me to recall those halcyon days long ago on the frozen ponds of my youth.

It was hockey...

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1. I am thankful for Jesus to save me and for his mercy and grace.
2. I am thankful for My family, Wayne and Caleb
3. I...

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I thought lets go fishing
fancying a fish pie
or maybe fish and chips
that would do the trick

I set off, rod and bucket
full of worms in my...

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The sun was high in the sky, so hot, so unbearable
as the heat bares down, making life, unlivable.

A walk in the woods amongst the trees
tall...

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In a canoe casting with a weighted rubber worm
Felt something aggressive thing hit my hook
Up it came through the water’s surface
And shot up more than...

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Dad, I’m sitting here by the fire wishing you were here.
We’ve been cleaning in the yard, and you love this time of year.

The huge red...

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In the sacred river.


I was born into polytheism,
Where Yemoja was the deity;
The goddess of river was the anchor
That held the village to life.

Her shrine was...

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