Best Fine Gentleman Poems

Giant balls of tumbleweed were blowing down the main street
And off the Sierra Nevada mountains there blew a fine sleet
It was late December in the old Western town of Milton Creek
Preparations were under way for the start of Christmas week.

Mayor Tom had called a council...

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On December 5th, 2022, Milton Hankins wrote he'd turned eighty-one.
It was to be the last he would celebrate, but we continue to honor him, 
a fine gentleman, poet, and friend. December 22 will mark two years
ago that he left us. In remembering Milt today, I...

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A phantom beauty sheathed within a gown of utter darkness,
Stalks the lonely avenues of Los Angeles, seeking in vengeances
Revenge for her murder to bring him unto justice’s final damnation!
On the corner of thirty-Ninth Street she pauses, in reverence for
The mangled corpus sliced in half, and...

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The midnight raven does not chatter.
He screeches and waits
upon the gallows for a hanged man’s eye
-a tasty morsel for a daemon.
For a raven is a fine gentleman
who feasts only on the foulest carrion.

This feathered fiend who lurks
pays no heed to the Holy.
He would sit upon...

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My Son, Far Away

In the sunny gloom of this
ocean of burning Earth,
the scythe of time hovers like
a hungry vulture above us
men of "honorable" duty, but thankfully,
for my weary heart, this
graveyard of sand is never too far
from my son, far away.

We are but men, not Gods,
for...

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This is for John John but you may read it as well
Boise isn't a thriving metropolis but it's famous as hell
For a certain poet friend
Over backward I'd bend
For this fine gentleman, from the rooftops I yell...

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Are You Now, Free Falling, Like Heaven Sent Rain

We hope you passed, free falling, like Heaven sent rain
Are we ever to hear or see your like again?
Sad sorrow arrives, as we mourn this world's loss deep
For your music and talent we wanted to keep!

Pride in...

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“War is kind”, so he said
Inclined to disagree I was back then
It was my heart then, now it’s my head
Now I write with a different pen
Blood spattered uniforms
Severed arms and limbs
Destruction in diverse forms
Pain and anguish on all it seems
War is kind, I assert
A fine...

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I set out on an adventure
I want to collect antiques
Things from the beginning of time
Items that were unique

I left my house, nude body and 
An empty suitcase in hand
Started my walk
Across the promise land

I skipped blissfully at the beginning
My feet became blistered and sore
A little...

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It’s nothing short of a fantasy, 
waking at dawn toes in the sand;
Fine gentleman holding flowers, 
a luscious brunch sits before you;

Waking at dawn toes in the sand, 
at first you think you’re still sleeping;
A luscious brunch sits before you,
if you taste it the spell’s...

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Part 6

The Doctor relented, "We have come to the end
    Of a most dire and precarious trip.
We started as strangers, but I consider you friends."
    And from his water... gave all a last sip.

The passengers were five but two...

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DEAR HEART

Hello, my dear heart… yes, my own oldie, goodie heart.
I need to have a heart to heart talk with you, seriously.
You and I know of the many prospects for “dear heart”
I let go for decades because I did not want to be bothered
with the...

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M'lady, wait
just you wait and see.
The wind plays roundabout
and likes to bluster showing sudden strength.

The windmiller
has studied the wind
and now he studies you.
Like the wind – he has little self-control.

So don't mistake
for one small moment
that this fine gentleman
did not your calling clearly plan at length.

Your...

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A long time ago, in the wild west,
the worth of a man, daily put to test.
Fields to plow,
and crops to raise,
while defending his home,
everyday.
Shooters, and gamblers, made their way,
robbing the townsfolk in many ways.
Some panned for gold in the high up hills,
women could not afford...

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August the eleventh is a very special day
Because happy Jack Ellison is ninety today
A talented musician he used to play the banjo
With the Canadiana singers, many years ago

A ladies' man with a keen eye for the fillies
Makes us all laugh with his limerick sillies
But Jack...

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