Poems by Duane Anderson

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You will bring sunshine into someone’s life.

That is me, sunshine man,
bringing sunshine into someone’s life,
walking on top of the world,
surrounding myself with others,
each interacting in my own ways.

I bring neither darkness nor light
to the ones who do not know me.
To those, I am the unknown commodity
as we pass by each other
in sometimes, an invisible world.

The sunshine I bring, to friends
I have not seen in a long time
or ones I do not see daily.
Let the sun shine down on them.
Let the sun shine down on me.


 

Success will come to your plans.

I finally got around to making a to do list,
a list of all the things
I wanted to get done during the week,
but in doing so,
did not mean everything on the list
would get accomplished,
but just completing the list,
I considered that a success.
Take a look,
and see the smile on my face.


 

The greatest mistake a man can make is to be afraid of making one.

I never have had that problem,
having made so many of them
in my lifetime.
It was something I could not control,
blunders, popping out all the time

like I was a popcorn machine gone awry,
popping kernels non-stop.
Grab a bowl, pour a little butter on them,
and enjoy while you watch the movie
‘All My Mistakes,’ a replay of my life.


 

You must be willing to act today in order to succeed.

I have always been willing to act,
even giving it a try every once in awhile,
but as with all things in life,

willingness was not always enough,
even after taking a few acting classes
and trying out for a couple

different rolls in two movies,
‘The Dunce Gets High,’ and ‘Loser, Loser,’
but even for those auditions, I did not succeed.

Yes, I was willing to act,
but I had to try something else,
like coming up with a unique idea,

becoming the next Elon Musk,
following in his footsteps, and now
waiting for God to change my DNA

to allow for this transformation.
Take note God, get back to work,
after all, I cannot do it all by myself, I tried.


 

About the Author

 

Duane Anderson currently lives in La Vista, NE.  He has had poems published in Fine Lines, Cholla Needles, Tipton Poetry Journal, and several other publications. He is the author of ‘Yes, I Must Admit We Are Neighbors,’ ‘On the Corner of Walk and Don’t Walk,’ and ‘The Blood Drives: One Pint Down.’