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Welcome to the Ohio Poetry.Com. This page features poetry by one of Ohio's brightest new poets. Nominated 2 years in a row as Poet of the Year, Michael L. Reynolds began his poetic career with There's An Empty Spot, based on the 9/11 tragedies. This poem has been published and recorded on CD. Since then Mr. Reynolds has written over 70 poems, and produced two recordings of his own works. He has also become known nationally and internationally.

Patriotic and Spiritual poems has been some of his favorites, though his themes covers a variety of topics. Here on this page you will see one of his poems featured. If you like what you read, feel free to go to the Store and shop for some of Mr. Reynolds' works.

Mr. Reynolds is also available for School Assemblies, Graduations, Business Meetings, Church Functions, Patriotic Celebrations, etc. He especially would limke to speak to young people about life, hobbies, and the positiveness of living. The poet has been through a lot of trials throughout his life and would like to share his experience with young people so that they may learn how life is more than sex, drugs, and alcohol. If he could change one life for the better, he feels he has done his job well.





















There's An Empty Spot
by Michael Reynolds
copyright 2002


There's an empty spot at the table,
No smiles or laughter there;
Where there once were friendly faces
And hearty appetites.
Where once we discussed the days events
And planned tomorrow's future;
And where we once held hands
And uttered prayers of thanksgiving.
The joyful noises of the holidays
Are now just hushed whispers,
And the tears replaced the smiles and laughter
That once accompanied the meals.
There's an empty spot at the table,
Where memories and their spirits now occupy
The seats that were once warm.
To those of you who stole our joy and laughter,
And took our smiles away, I wish you could see the hurts and the pain
As we look at longingly at the
Empty spot at the table.










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