Best Firsthand Poems

hanging in the air
humidity’s heaviness . . .
the river’s slow crawl


On the Mississippi lies the beautiful little city where I once lived. How many times...

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My feet are cold; my tiredness lingers;
My back aches from stooping so low.
Dampened by the frigid water below,
I breathed warmth into my numbing fingers.
Again, I...

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I write of two-edged swords (that tired clichè)
as though this modern boy knew hilt from blade;
as if I had been taught of true swordplay,
not learned...

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But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.
Matthew 19:26 KJV


One might look at...

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Memories: Friend and Foe, 
collaboration with Lin Lane

"Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy."
          ...

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My Grandfather
High-backed chair facing the corner,
Window over books so cherished
Loved.
Like the greatest of scholars, but still humble
He was a trove of stories

Air of silence on...

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- - Chapter 2: Adult Responsibility (With Some Breaks) - -     

By ten years old, no weekends off, 
Or Saturday cartoons,...

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Life is so precious when you’ve got health
Good health is much more precious than wealth
Be willing to explore what you can
Discoveries help to make life...

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Wave a hand in front of my face
and see magic happen…
That’s how I feel sometimes
Replace the face with a clean slate
or maybe not,
rather a scanned...

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Written By:  D. Collins 1/4/19


We are here for a reason.  To shoot for the gold.
Showing Katrina survivors still have a soul.
They have to...

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It doesn’t have to be a million rand
because not all of us can be that grand.
We can go to the library and give a hand,
Teaching...

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Sometimes life circumstances force us,
To observe a loved one who has drifted away.
I oft reason why the occasion was thus,
And motivation for his impulse to...

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In the middle of the universe, I stand-
A mere earthling by stomping on sand 
raise hands to the gods forever at odds
How to call square...

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Nessie, Wattie and Kin
 
A full ten years before Nessie was first sighted
Colonel Arthur Trimble visited Loch Watten
A dark, looming shape Trimble’s interest ignited
It’s now...

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He usually dreams in color, rarely black & white.
The spectrum he imagines is neither huge nor slight.
The microcosm of his dream is painted by many...

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