Best Lewis Poems

The laughter and joy

This man did imbue us

Is vast beyond measure,

Our Dear Jerry Lewis ...

Oh, hearken the birds

Their new song of sorrow

For now we know why

Sol goes dark tomorrow....

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“The Lewis Trap”



Well, of course he's misanthropic
He’s a Misanthropic Man
The Devil’s in the details
Buried deep under the covers
Of bedtime stories, slithers ‘neath loose sand

A Liddell bit of cake
A Liddell bit of julip
Sweets for a sweet pretty thing
Brings her closer, his lovely little Alice
This trapped butterfly...

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They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 



©2013 Honestly JT...

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I vowed I’d not replace my sweetest Holly when she died.
I found her loss so hard to bear,
her empty home just standing there,
so many days I cried.

Such a gentle creature, she had been my truest friend.
I taught her many words to say,
and tiny football games...

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Lisa Lewis is CEO of Doorway, a project for the homeless and vulnerable.  The woman is a legend.

Don’t mess with Lisa, she’s a scary
Far out full on punky fairy
Crowned with violent flowers and sage
And riding on her harnessed rage
Through tangled wood and thorny bower
To...

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Back in the early 30's and 40's in Southern New Mexico
Was a traveling preacher watching over his herd
Never had a church like we know
He did a lot of his preaching where ever he would go
A Johnny Appleseed of sorts, spreading God's word
He always had a...

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YOUR INFLUENCE AT THE STARLIGE CAFE IS EPIC AND YOU ARE LOL


LEGEND OF LEGENDS

lesion in your mind...........LOL...

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His ingeniously crafted Narnia glows
With so many wise and amazing prose
Love shining brightly through its text
So very eager for what comes next

This beautifully written tale’s foundation
Brought my own heart so much adoration
The lessons within its astonishing pages
Reminding me that this story truly engages

I was blessed...

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A spore is placed upon my tongue
Hallucinagenic seed
Images will soon appear
As mushroom starts to breed

The body starts to tingle
As the mind begins to glow
Spiders crawl about the wall
And carpet starts to grow

TV speaks in foreign words
And music can be seen
Am I just a form of...

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** This poem is in memory of Jesse Lewis. Jesse was a six-year old boy who died in the Sandy Hook Shooting. Jesse died while leading the other children to safety.







He rides to the place of glory.

 

He rides to the place of the Lord.



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Lewis crept into Harper's Ferry
at cool dawn's light in '59
with angry John Brown,
pursed keen and unkempt
to bleed over his shawl,
then died for his wife

Mary, grew old and gray
and left that stained shawl
for grandson Langston Hughes,
to inspire him someday

Langston took Grandma's shawl 
and took oppression to...

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He never once mentioned the pressure of his blood
or his Mam
I found dead on the floor

his Dad’s cancer
or his younger brother
not once, during the best years of my life

he fixed cars
with a pipe slowly smoking

a magician with gauges and valves

he drank small amounts of beer
most...

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Morning At Work

Impaired by his tremors
And a troublesome cough,
He turned fur into felt
Before cooling things off.

He drooled once or twice
And grew cold in his bones,
But he shaped all the felt
Into all of the cones.


Noon

His 'venomous vipers'
Grew restless again
And woke as the toxins
Played games with his...

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Morning

The Innkeeper checked his watch once again 
Hoping the chef's feelings weren't hurt.
The last time they were, he arrived two hours late
And then left, serving just his dessert.

Sadly the chef, on this day of all days
Turned up filthy, flies open and drunk.
A black cat meowed...

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High home summer hill

Straining, sucking, sitting

Staring, stopped and stick-

A pit-prop tight and gripped.

The trees across the valley

Much higher than he can go now.

I pant to reassure him

In time with his withered eyes.

His tongue, tombed gritty green

He’s faithful, though he’s fading

Bones in death-grey jumper

Where will he...

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