He Is My Favorite Artist Believe It Big John Buscema-
...He is my favorite artist believe it big JOHN BUSCEMA- -
He’s my favorite
He is my favorite, artist
None of you could believe it;
He draws women like a dream and…
His name is John Buscema<...
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Categories:
hillman, allegory, analogy, art, celebrity,
Form: Bio
The Snowflake
...The Snowflake
Sit quietly
And pretend
There's a roaring fire
In the fireplace
The snow
Silently builds
Against the north side
Of the house.
Smell
The smoke?
Listen
To the wind...
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Categories:
hillman, memory, snow, wind, winter,
Form: Free verse
First Snow
...The signs are all around me—
skies are suddenly gray-white,
and I smell snow is coming,
maybe on this very night…
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What is this ambiance of awe
when viewing those fi...
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Categories:
hillman, snow,
Form: Rhyme
Dark Days
...Gray soldier-stones now guard
my child through seasons lost.
There is no sunshine,
only rain....
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Categories:
hillman, death,
Form: Free verse
Not a Penny Lost
...It was the first car I owned and the only one
It was a small black Hillman bought for one hundred dollars
It drove for three weeks on a tank of fuel
Never letting me down except when it rained
You s...
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Categories:
hillman, travel, car, car, me,
Form: Lyric
Whispers of the Devil
...Do you hear them, Mom? he asked.
I was busy doing a household task,
but I stopped to listen
seeing sweat on his forehead begin to glisten.
The room was quiet, and I’d say, even cool,
his lip...
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Categories:
hillman, introspection, drug,
Form: Rhyme
A Soldier's Christmas Wish
...This year, at the holidays
of course, I miss home,
surrounded by sand dunes,
and Iraqi mosque-domes.
But I willingly came
to guard against fear—
not let terrorist conquer
everything I hold d...
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Categories:
hillman, warchristmas, christmas, may, me,
Form: Rhyme
Dad-Blame Politicians!
...An ol’ cowboy once told me,
“Son, keep yor’ Saddle straight—
cinched up tight ‘n squared away,
an’ don’t depend on fate.
For if yor’ a straight shooter,
yor’ life will be real tame.
A handsha...
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Categories:
hillman, politicallife,
Form: Rhyme
Night of Wolves
...In days of old, when nights grew cold,
men told a dreadful tale
of Trapper Jim—how they buried him
on a night the wolves did wail.
It seems at the time, Jim was checking his line,
and stopped...
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Categories:
hillman, history
Form: Ballad
Reflections In the Mirror
...Age 6….. Passing the mirror,
she pulls at her cheeks,
sticks out her tongue—
blonde ringlets encircle
a freckled face.
13….. The mirror beckons—
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Categories:
hillman, lifetime, mirror, time,
Form: Personification
Papa's Poem
...Where are you?
I can’t find you, I cant see you.
I call out your name and come to find you.
I want to find you in the shed,
making Linda’s sledge.
Whistling to yourself as you go along.
I wa...
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Categories:
hillman, death, lovetime,
Form: I do not know?
Shame of Silence
...In the year, nineteen an’ thirty-nine,
in a small town that seemed not to care,
a little girl tried her very best
to dress well, and groom her dark hair.
She’d fight for her life—whatever it took,
a...
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Categories:
hillman, sad, socialgirl, life, dark,
Form: Rhyme