Today's Featured Poet is

Quentin Clingerman

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Birth Place
Youngstown, OH

Age Category
Over 80

Birth month and day
March 30, 1932

Education
Masters

Occupation
Retired Educator

Hobbies
Reading,, webpage

Awards or achievements
Published "Wordchimes.com: a Poetry Anthology"

Marital status
Single

Children/grandchildren
Three daughters, 13 grandchildren . Four married grandchildren., three great grandchildren

Published works
Wordchimes.com: A Poetry Anthology

Volunteer work
Church ( visitation, Prime Timers, Small Group), political activist, support several charitable organizations

Professional or Philanthropic associations (including religious affiliation)
Gaithersburg Church of the Nazarene, Association of Professional Teachers, DNI Ministry (prayer),CCO(campus ministry), Clingerman Scholarship Fund at Eastern Nazarene College, my alma mater.

Poetry writing experience
Wrote some in high school then not until I was in my fifties.

State or country in which the poet resides
MD

Testimony of saving faith for Christians only
First converted at around nine years of age by the prevenient grace of God. St. Paul, "We are saved through faith and that not of ourselves. It is the grace of God."

About the Poet
I am a retired educator. Now 85 years of age. I live in Maryland. I am the father of three ladies and thirteen grandchildren. Four grandchildren now married. I have two great grandsons, Koi Jon and Quinn Manu and a great granddaughter,Sephira Jade.
Poems are an expression of how I think and feel. Variety in either case!
I am the founder of WordChimes.com WC originated in February, 2000.

See what this poet has written

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Chime Of The Day June 14, 2025 Pruning the Branch Viewed Last 24 Hours: 41 times By Michelle Angelini Other Poems by Michelle Angelini View / Post Comments Regarding This Poem Pruning the Branch   I am a branch grown crooked, needing more pruning. My leaves shrivel and die. My bark peels, no longer abundantly brown. Sometimes, I choose to see only darkness, in that moment, dying more. When I choose allow the warmth of the Spirit, I grow in His Light. A Master Gardener, penetrates radiance into my heart: The Spirit of wisdom and understanding. The Spirit of counsel and power. In that moment, I understand the Spirit of knowledge and fear of the Lord. The Gardener cradles this branch in His hands tenderly, with a strength I can understand only in deepest pain. I can be alive once more in the Lord’s Spirit holding this heart, pruning me toward maximum growth. I know who is holding me, cradling this branch against fear the world’s power. This branch sees the world through the eyes of Him who holds her. 10/21/2008 Author's Note: Inspired by Isaiah 11:1-2

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