Best Mailman Poems

The Postman did deliver,
More than mail,
He delivered happiness,
And love, without fail,

I smile in racy, lacy thought,
Perhaps more,
Than I properly ought,

But what the hell,
They say,
You live...

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In my day, the mail carrier was called the Mailman.
However, I don't recall any women choosing the profession.
He came to our house twice a day.
Once...

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The Paths We Choose 
   by Edmund Siejka

When I was a young writer
I read all the greats
Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Yeats, James Joyce
And...

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Who is my father?
That's one question I will never have the answer to.
My father abandoned me before I was even born.
Thankfully, my mother kept me,
when...

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Donald, what are you doing with all those trash cans?
Building a wall Mom, I have some great plans.
Don't worry Mom the neighbor will pay,
I'll make...

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My dreams appear as nightmares. 
Delusions I am told.
A taste of bittersweet memories
from a past that's getting old.

A past that's rushing past me
and will not...

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 Aub
Aubrey Gordon Joseph Mc'Govern 
by Don Johnson... 
he was born in 1895 to a land so different then, 
one of three boys born at...

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When is a lie an alternative truth?
Why are parking spaces so small?
Do subway riders know deodorant exists?
Why do jaywalkers ignore red lights,
and children never wash...

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A sailboat’s sailing sans the sail.
It’s like a mailman with no mail
Or like a snail shell with no snail;
It’s kind of incomplete.

A hipster salad with...

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A tugboat needs a river;
A sailboat needs a sail.
In order to deliver,
A mailman needs some mail.

A baker needs an oven;
A bicycle needs wheels
And pets require...

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It doesn't matter if it's green or blue
All that matters is that I have you
Black or white, red or yellow
Whatever it takes to be your...

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There's a George in every neighborhood, although in yours, he may go by another 
name. 

George can be found pacing the sidewalks looking for neighbors...

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You are thinking "What would it be like 100 years from now?"
'Will my family still love me and remember me or even care?'

As I look...

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silence when i open the door
silence when i close it again
no one to make a noisy fuss
no one to welcome me in
no one barks at...

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I wake up in the morning and have to decide which side of the bed I will get out of today – it 
doesn’t really...

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