Roger The Okcitykid, A Peaceful Vet
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I'm the OK City Kid. It was my truck driver handle.
I live in Oklahoma City, Born in Nebraska
May 1959, and lived almost everywhere.

I spent 14 years in the Navy. Served 2 years aboard the USS Charles F Adams DDG-2 where I became the Master Helmsman in the North Atlantic Seas. She was the first to have four boilers and an aluminum superstructure which cracked in the North Atlantic, to only be held together by expansion plates. Been on two Mediterranean cruises and spent six austral summers at Mcmurdo Station, Antarctica. I met my first wife while working at a military entrance processing station for the New Haven Recruiting Command in Derby, Connecticut. During Desert Storm I served with the Mobile Utility Support Commend, providing mobile electric generators. Thankfully we weren't needed, but I do have a cool pair of glasses that fit inside a gas mask just encase we had to deploy.

On my second marriage to My Luv Lysara. Have a son named Daniel and several step daughters. I drove a truck for 4 years, and though I was in my late 30s early 40s, because I looked like a kid, I was treated like a kid.  One waitress got after me for wearing my Navy jacket, seeing the First Class Crow and having an understanding of the military, she knew it couldn't have been mine and she thought that was disrespectful, I assured her that my father gave me the jacket and said it was ok for me to wear it.  So that's why my call sign was the Okcitykid.  Currently I work as a computer operator.

MY POETRY

I've written lots of poems. About three hundred all together. Published a few of them, but I really haven't worked as hard as I should have. Hope to someday get them all up here on the web so that all can read them. I know I have a poem that will touch you in a given current situation you might be in. I hope to get my poems organized in such a way that you can find that poem. But they were written by me, for me. I would learn new things as I wrote them down. Some of those things I would not fully comprehend till years later. I used to write three or four poems a day; but I now have so many, It's difficult to write anymore till I catalog and share my poems.

A round world has many sides, and I've tried to cover every one. However, its more than one man can do, but I've made one hell of a try. You won't have to have a dictionary near by to read my stuff. It's plain, it is simple and to the point. Well - some have not understood my poems so well, so maybe I have not done that good of a job. But read and enjoy.


Lysara Luv

My Poetry

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afterlife
afterlookout
againstastorm
agoodman
anewday
aseason
awayimustbe
believeit
blackandwhite
blindmanslane
blueskysnranbos
cautionwlove
civilized
coldhere
criesmotherearth
crookedtree
deadmanwoman
dropowater
eclipseofdawn
eevaporate
englishwoman
everybodyknows
feelsomething
femaleoaktree
fornancy
gamesomething
godperson
goodisgooder
greeneyes
growthnotbelieve
heaven
honestyequal
iliveidie
imagineifucan
indiandress
judgementday
kindfloor
ladyday
lessonplan
lysara
madness
maturity
melanie
menofwar
michelle
missannie
nancynrabbit
nottrue
okay
ourway
outthere
passingthelife
thesea
time
tired
together
treesgrodif
turningworld
walking
wayimustb
weneedeach
whatshap
whereohwhere
whostheboss
why
wontdiscussit
steponcrack

How do you write poetry? What is poetry? Who is the poet?

When you open up your heart and put it on a piece of paper. That's what it is and that's who you are. We can all do this and most of us have. But usually only when we've been hurt, do we write down the pain. The poet will open the heart to anything and put it on a piece of paper. You can't learn this in a classroom, don't waste your money.

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THE DREAM

With out question, thought or prayer
For no reason what-so-ever I had this dream one night
I saw nothing, but only heard a voice
A voice that was both male and female.
"It is true that the body is made by the false god
 But the false god also creates the soul
This continues to happen
But God takes you and makes you unto himself
As if you were a ball of clay
And makes you His own
This process takes time."
I woke up





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Me and My Wife's Wedding
The Dream
GOD PERSON - The Poem