Hisself Poems - Poems about Hisself

... Sir, in all my ninety-years – has the Lord forgotten me? – I ain’t put foot in church no more times than fingers on one hand, a fact you pius folk think wicket, and my dead wife never let......Read More

...It's sometimes interesting what you learn about someone you thought you knew quite well when you visit with their family members, or their other, much better friends, particularly at that person's fu......Read More

...AntiPoem 36 “Silent Mercies” (Poet’s Instruction: Softly play in the background Mario Lanza singing “Your Tiny Hand Is Frozen” from Puccini’s La Boheme, while reading this AntiPoem) A Lo......Read More

...Old Ellie’s Fred, he hated Docs. Thought ‘em thick as two short planks. Couldn’t pull up their very own socks. To all the lot, he said: “no thanks!” “I ain’t sick” just let me be.“But we’ll keep y......Read More

...I made a trip to New York and surely looked like a dork staring at the sky scrapery so high (and sometimes ogled a nork*) I took a walk to the dock heard so many kinds of talk from seething ......Read More

...My latest fling became a thing. And I don't know how to tell you... he holds my hand strong and proud. He shows me off to wonder filled crowds. He says he wants me to hisself, but my love is s......Read More

...here be en emimy of tombstone jack his eminy tried to shoot em back but ole jack made em see the light he done it fastr en he done it right jack showd em the errer to his ways he sure enoff put ......Read More

...WHEN LOVE BLEEDS IT IS BECAUSE WE HAVE NOT ATTEND TO HIS NEEDS INDEEDS. AND AGAIN, WHEN LOVE BLEEDS, IT BECAUSE WE ARE NOT WILLING TO PROCEEDS ALONG WITH HIM, WHILE LEADS. FURTHERMORE, WHEN L......Read More

...Im going to tell you a story about a skateboarder who thought he was destined to only love skateboarding. Not to long ago there young man who was missing something in his life years and years went by......Read More

...LONESOME SOUND Old man said he could hear that whistle blow a hundred miles and they could write a song about that. Said he could tell how many cars a train freighted just by how sad wa......Read More

...Some say art is a window into our imagination, a port to our soul A portal that meets the mind and all of our senses Mixtures of raw colors engaging in love to create Names of shades of color one ha......Read More

... ...for jazz people everywhere He's King of the Home in his high chair and gown, takin' his feedin's with dreams of bein' downtown; his jazz band was playin' he'd blow and he'd sway, he remember......Read More

...for Eric Mottram (1924 - 1995)* a life of toil for the man in the centre a hub in the peripheral tireless wheel where he go then where he go this working man he go on waking people work......Read More

...God, It's been months now, Wth no word and no sign, I had once made you a vow, But now It's lost in my wine. When I was a child, You led him to me, He taught me to be wild, You answered my plea. Go......Read More

...STRAIGHT FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH A man should know the price he'll have to pay for any cow or piglet he will buy unless he's got the cash to throw away for buying something then to wonder why! He......Read More