a veteran the US Navy and US Army National Guard with three honorable discharges. Although, he suffers from clinical depression and PTSD; his poetry live on stage He is not only a poet but a published songwriter. I had the pleasure of being a guest on his radio show Poetry because it matters. His warmth and honest sincerity are very much mirrored his poetic words. He is a inspiration to all who read his poetry and are blessed to know him.
Gracie A. Matthews
Author and Poet
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People ask me if I go to church or what religion I follow and I smile take a breath and get ready for a debate or a scoff even some that just walk away or say "Well bless your heart" which everyone knows in Texas is a polite way of say go fu#$ yourself or your an idiot.... Before five years ago I was not a believer in anything at all more a creationism type of person.. I was Baptised in a Catholic church as a baby but never felt right in a church where sexual abuse was ignored, tried other churches of different denominations but felt like I was being milked of tithings feeling like I was a sinner going to hell for not.. Making me feel like I needed to give money to the poor when I could barely feed myself. So I gave up on any belief I had.. But I listened and read and got more confused... Just more questions that nobody could answer like why am I going to hell if I smoke weed? It came from God he created it they wore sandals made from it... So you say if it is illegal then it must be a sin...? So God lives in the Whitehouse? Or why does the Bible not tell of Jesus as a teenager? Probably because like most Teenagers he was a hooligan... Smoking blunts and drinking a forty of beer or wine he made.. That teacher gave me an F I'm going plague him for forty days and nights.. Hey, Suzy you not wearing panties.. Stop seeing through my clothes Jesus.. Mary his Mom saying Jesus H Christ get your but in here.. Did you make Mrs so and so blind so you could sneak out of class you give her eyesight back right now.. Wait till I tell your father.. Stop walking on water nobody likes a showoff.. I mean the Bible is written by man.. Well let's leave that part out or get we can get more tithing if we say 15% instead of 5% or whatever.. More wars have been fought and more people have died in religious wars then all the others combined.. But we are peace and love but if you don't believe we will send knights to kill you and burn your villages what the hell is that? Religion is man-made, I do believe in God and angels and heaven. We are in hell now so and the Devil may have been a power at one time but man has far surpassed him in our evil ways now he only consults now and then... Now I will not debate my beliefs with anyone at all.. You won't change what I have seen or heard in the last five years.. And if I wanted twenty mansions and drive a Ferrari I would have been a false prophet like those on the television.. You know who you are.. Have a good night my friends.. Be good to each other but mostly be good to yourself.
Many blessings to all of you..
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr A #Poets Journey Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
THE STORY OF YOURS AND MINE.THIS IS ABSOLUTELY A GREAT POEM.IT REMINDS ME OF HOW TRUE LOVE SHOULD BE.I WILL BE WAITING FOR MORE.THANKS FOR SHARING THIS AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILY.+Doug Barton, its a beautiful poem written from the heart of +Richard M Knittle Jr.. I am grateful to re-share. Wishing you a fantastic Sunday 😃😃😃"The Story of yours and mine"One day on some cold winters
night on a blanket laying with you in front of a fireplace and drinking
a bottle of white wine, I am going to create a brand new masterpiece
for I will write a new Poem about you and I and it will be called the
story of yours and mine. It will
start out with how I gave you a first kiss just on the back of your
neck that I must say caused a
chain reaction that you and I will
not soon ever forget and until all
of the sands run dry in the
hourglass at the ends of time, I
will never in my life regret for the
heat that came from our passion
that came next could only be