Best Hemingway Poems

John Hemingway has died at the age of a hundred and five
It was the luck of the Irish he said that helped him to survive
At the age of nineteen he left his home in County Dublin
And enlisted in the Royal Air Force and was officially...

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Ernest Hemingway
Not a drunkard on paper
Words ending too soon...

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With loaded gun...he gave up!...

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elbows on railing.
glass  of Tequila to lips
hated him today....

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Looking for Hemingway


It is happy hour at the Monterey wharf, I was looking for Earnest Hemingway. I ordered two double shots of Irish whiskey. I put one in front of me and one in front of the empty seat near me.

A pretty woman with dark...

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"your pretty thought does not describe hard life.
It tells your wish.  You have to save yourself!
Redemption is the honesty of courage--
The guts to bet yourself against all odds."

The old man grieved because his net of words
Fell on the page, no longer catching him;
And, knowing...

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Once for whom the bell tolls did exist
the playwright and the war journalist.
  Wilde had an ego that’s true
  but Hemingway always knew
the importance of being Ernest!

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Hemingway once said
"All great stories end in death."
So do all great lives....

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What Hemingway Saw And Felt That Summer

floor, rat eaten shoe
fisherman and lake in tune
dawn, eggs and bacon

Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2018
Haiku, ( Life, Living and Time)...

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EVERYTHING I NEED TO KNOW I LEARNED FROM HEMINGWAY 


“Man is not made for defeat. 
A man can be destroyed but not defeated”
These words from Papa Hank are true as can be
And so to myself must often be repeated. 

No man ever spoke truer words,...

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Are those thoughts you put in
  what I once valued more

Or would what I put out
  be the end winning score

Did I need your ears
  for my voice to become whole

Or would I rather them deafened
  words deep in my soul

In...

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Virility of a writer,
an adventure...
you would find,
out in the bush!

For the big hunt
to unwind...
your clock,
in time.

Only to come undone,
and for victory
you had won.

All in full flower...
for a while,
with one big smile!

Out in the deep sea
with the marlin,
or just a bull ring...
you would find.

Anything for a...

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Years ago
On my way where there is no snow
Travelled over bridges and water
In this place I didn't want to go

I felt this spirit
Like something
Contacting me
Causing me strange feelings

We finally reached 
Our true destination
I felt it with some trepidation
There was something in this place

Later
When riding around...

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Prelude to what…..

I see you,  /  you / yes, come into my…… 
laboratory of alchemist mystical languaging.
where arsenic spills into the whirlpool of thought 
and savage syntax shatter like glass on concrete.

Where Titans clash their pens
both spear and shield
signifier and signified in eternal...

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A boat crafted of rickety wood dragging a clumsy bottom
A briny sea inhales the morning sun
Hemingway is in my boat

Rubbing my weary eyes,
Is that you, I query
Call me Papa, he proffers
With my papers clinched in leathery hands

Did you read my book; I ask?
Not bad, he...

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