Best Milt Poems

Jenna no longer has access to her account, and she has asked if I would post this for her.  
These would be her last thoughts to Milt ~

Gone is the glint of your smile and poetic words
No longer will they glow on your poetry...

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who didn't
     love and admire
          Milton,
               or simply, "Milt"?
         ...

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"What I believed, however, will never be null
  The poems I composed, the songs I sang
  Sustain me in an ethereal, spiritual alter-ego
  I shall continue to influence the world I knew"

          ...

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Up in Sh*t Creek up his own fat butthole
the law is an ass who thinks he’s so droll.
  He calls himself sheriff
  but I just call him Griff
and he’s a real fuktard and a fugly troll!

Like all coward trolls he’s just a mother
but...

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Smiles and Laughter

I’d rather be noted for eliciting a smile
Bringing a ray of sunshine into your life
Than to have awards, trophies, and note
In a world increasingly rampant with strife,
We all need to be encouraging one another
A piece of advice that always gets my vote,
Treating each...

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In Honor of Milt - An Un-contest Poetry Contest

I love the way Milton’s poem begins. It draws my attention immediately. Line 10 jolts me with Jacobs and Jacob-ites.I’m still quite interested! Line 3 of verse 2 gains my attention and then flowers bloom. I love...

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A friend was he to you and me.
Like me, he was a poet and a teacher,
Gosh, I think he’d even been a preacher!
I liked that he enjoyed using lots of poetry forms
and also that he stuck to grammar rules
even though not everyone 
might find that...

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From the Bluegrass, a poet named Milt
Took great care with the poems he built.
With both nuance and pace,
Gave the muse merry chase,
Graced the page with the ink that he spilt.

His posting are indeed a delight;
His shadormas and haikus, so tight.
His repertoire swells:
Trionets, villanelles,
Seems there’s no...

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The sun is shining, the sky bright cerulean sea
And I am writing a letter…a letter to my future me.
The pandemic is over, so it’s time to pack up for a trip
Hey, Milt, no time to be giving yourself any pouty lip
Because you are living on...

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Milton's goodness was a beacon shining bright
His humanity steered him to what he deemed right
With a soul kind and pure
His words will endure
Through a bright blessed day or a long-troubled night

12/31/22
Rest Well Milton...

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Poet Milt was loved by all here on Soup,
for he held out to all, a helping hand,
day by day enlarging his friendship loop
and by his principles, always did stand.

Author of a book on theology,
he shared deep wisdom from direct knowing
garnered during his time in the...

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As Mad Dog Milt wanders back into the town
Caressing his trigger, his face wears a frown
Six months in the hills but it’s time to return
And somebody somewhere is going to burn

Six months of life as a hilltop rambler
He ain’t gonna hang for shooting that gambler
Who’d...

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I promised Milt I'd tell him a tale
Turn on a little Hillbilly music OK
I was about  the age of six or seven and bootleggin was a real bad habit.
Or so I heard

We had one road called the Cannon Ball Road
Where the law'd hide in...

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From the Bluegrass, a poet named Milt
Took great care with the poems he built.
With both nuance and pace,
Gave the muse merry chase,
Graced the page with the ink that he spilt.

His posting are indeed a delight;
His shadormas and haikus, so tight.
His repertoire swells:
Trionets, villanelles,
Seems there’s no...

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Backhanded Apology
Copyright © L MILTON HANKINS | Year Posted 2022

Sorry if I upset you,
I really didn’t mean it
Actually, I meant it
Until I saw it upset you,
Now I’m sorry you are
Upset by my words
But I got them said,
Which I intended to do.


L. Milton always impressed me...

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