Ernest Poems - Poems about Ernest

Old man hands, rope-bitten, tough as reef— Cast out hope with each line’s heave. Dawn broke red over Gulf Stream bone, The sea, she whispered, leave it alone. Tug. A jerk. Then nothing but weight— Like pulling on the edge of fate. It ran deep, godless, cold and true, A thing too big for a world this blue. Reel sang like a drunk...

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The journey back The trail An Author of books “FOR WHOM THE BELLS TOLL” my look From Miami to Key West The whom being I 4 hour venture to tour Ernest Hemingway’s house in Key West, Florida Through his writings encouraged me to write Extending my own words into theory Mr. Hemingway being the vision of what words can be, and illustrating thoughts The whom...

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Ernest James King my father actually named after the King a James bible he taught me running golf all about god south side with you volunteering within the community east 131 street Chicago sharing a great history with Michelle and Barack Obama we are the descendants of thee Honorable Elijah Muhammad Hyde Park Chicago founded...

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Ernest Hemingway: live it to write about it; book is loyal friend...

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he persevered through struggle conquering his courage and compassion...

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we go to great lengths to win ~ and in the end find that we've won nothing...

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the stillborn baby, gone- then mother too; wrapped arms 'round my unborn child. ...

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I sip and ponder Ernest-ly Across the table from me I reach out and touch Emily's hand My friends I truly understand Time and space The table But dears I see each face You're present right before me now As words written can allow I hear your tears Across...

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Mirrors don't lie about frank and ernest portrayal... Especially when giving cheeky badass blemished physiognomic reflection tricking me seeing displeasing likeness Matthew Scott Harris, a grown lad brandishing his treasured invisible cutlass poised to strike, (where spiderlines instantaneously provoked, webbed, and frankly zapped shattering experience), whereby yours truly rendered unconscious to any pass hubble gratefully dead singed hair zombie straight away befriending image with him aforementioned christened...

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I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul, Shackled and bound naught pensive mood, Errant thy mind unique ahold, Gift naught against ...

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Papa ... Why build your walls so thick? Did you fear the world would tumble in on you - Find you as vulnerable and discomposed as the rest of us? ...

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This is a story of a man I didn't know; I just bore his last name so; He was my fathers' father and he looked of African; When I first saw my paternal grand father; was the summer of 1969 ( I believe I was around 14 years old) Never saw him until then; His statue was of at lease 6...

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Born in Ireland in eighteen seventy four He was a remarkably brave explorer Three times to Antartica he did go To that barren wilderness of ice and snow. Once with Captain Scott and twice on his own And it was on his third visit that his bravery became known The expedition was to reach the southern pole For all the great explorers,...

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Await them in town, to arrive from sea Those who glow amidst war misery With minds like mine, sure there are more Yet honest tongues are few Mocked once for passion, ridiculed What's insane to you, to me is true Born too soon, attract anger from many They act like they don't want it too From '49 to this here day, justice has...

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A bright young fellow named Ernest Went to med school to be an internist. But the sight of insides Gave him really bad vibes, So he took up accounting in earnest. A shifty young lawyer named Stan Came up with a devious plan To avoid paying taxes Through complex finances, But was told that...

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