Lewis Milton Hankins
Three thousand three hundred and thirty-five poetic blooms,
Lewis Milton Hankins has in his bouquet, like bright plumes;
Each is rich in theme, form, rhyme, rhythm, and figures of speech,
In sound, style, symbol, and syntax each one is beyond reach...!
He shines as a writer, poet, columnist, and teacher,
Theologian, public speaker, and well-known preacher;
‘Sensible Theology for Thinking People’ – wrote also,
‘Appalachian short stories and Ashes on the Snow’...!
Newcomers or established poets he welcomed each one's view,
As I joined the Soup I got his precious suggestions too;
Like a brother, friend, and true artist he respected all,
In concepts and philosophy, whether they're great or small...!
Like mud clings to a potter, and wood to a carpenter,
Or kids clinging to their mother who's loving and tender;
Sonnet, couplet, triolet, verse, haiku, pantoum, rhyme form,
Each seemed to bend before him in absolute minute norm...!
"I need a vacation", he says, and sways, "Bye - Bye Don't cry!"
Was the vision of his flight shown to him from the skies high?
As I believe about each death, has Milton gone as well,
To make his research on the great truths of heaven and hell...???
02 January 2023
In Honor of Milt - An Un-contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
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