Jim Poems

Jack N' Jim

She's got nerve,
Calling him a boozer
Sittin' next to him
She feels like such a loser
When He's been drinkin'
She'll give that boy a wack
He likes his Jim
But he don't know jack

I heard they got married
Bout a year ago
Figured to elope
I think the story goes
She thought, "What a Man"
As they wrestled in the sack
Yes The boy likes his

garden gnome Jim

garden gnome Jim loved the marigolds especially
And the sunflowers of course, and petunias, luckily
He tended the garden, every day, admiring each berry
Occasionally sneaking a radish, rose, or a strawberry.

Tiny Tim Becomes Musclebound Jim

      We all knew a fellow named ‘Tiny Tim’
      Fit as a fiddle, though extremely slim

         Poor Tim had weakling muscles
         And needed a side hustle

   

JIM AND HIS DOG LICK

JIM SITS WITH HIS NEW 
DOG LICK SHE SITS AT JIMS 
FEET WATCHING HIS WIFE EAT
JIM SAYS LICK DOESN'T MIND 

BEING SECOND SHE'S 
USE TO IT FROM HER OLD 
OWNERS EVERY MOVE JIM 
MAKES LICK MAKES WAGGING
 
HER JET BLACK TAIL JIM GOT 
HER AFTER HIS DOG DIED HE 
ENJOYS ALL THE LICKS FROM 
HIS

Jasmine Collaboration Amethyste and Jim musics

Jasmine is a little heavenly creature
It has got a softness in the hand,
That charms at any cost
Those little beautiful white angles,
In the little white flowers,
A cuddling architecture.
And then as you put it on
And expect an white angel…
Cuddling!
And long legged,
You sense that dark wood,
That comes from the depths of earth.
As of petrichor,
Trunks,
In the depths of the

Tornado Jim Competes with his Sister

Tornado Jim was an unruly evil F-5.
He barely left anyone alive.
Threw cattle and tractors into the air.
Crushed combines and backhoes; he did not care.

Gloated that he had destroyed more farms than his sis.
She gave him a mean finger and snarled with a hiss.
Next time she destroyed, she vowed to be worse than him.
She was always

The Demise of jim crow in Minneapolis

Fifty years ago...the age of self-reflection

Hollow crumbs, shadows of proud vestiges
As minneapolis' jim crow vanished slowly,
Painfully, no longer admired at country club
Cocktail parties celebrating ribbon-cuttings

My family was inside and unaware of history 
Working class achievement,
 First deli in marble edifice
To corporate greed,
 Connecting the longest Minneapolis
Skyway North to Washington Ave.
Dallas barons, puppet-masters

Guilding their empire on

Jackson DeForest Kelley

Redemption by Jim Barlow

Pensive is the mind
In the vacuum of time
When suddenly it hit us.
That four of a kind 
Can look sublime
But all it does is collect dust.

You can never find
The lemon or the lime
When all at once it bit us
The razor shined
 on the Mercury dime
We’re down, and all around are against us.

You’re falling behind
Begin the climb
It’s

When Jim Swimmed

There once was a fellow named Jim
Who always kept himself slim and trim
But as he got older
He got big as a boulder
And sank to the bottom when he swimmed!

Jim-Bob

• "Knock knock," a familiar voice said
• I peep through the window and swing open the door 
• My good friend Jim-Bob is seen standing there
• Feet glued to the floor 

My Friend Jim

I called an old friend I had not seen for 15 years or more yesterday. 
It was just a courtesy call; one for old-time sake.  It was a call
just to say 'thank you' for so much and for being there for me
in so many seasons for so many reasons.

Fortunately, the old phone # was

DOC AND BEAUTIFUL JIM KEY

It’s amazing that a person who endured slavery…
the worst part of mankind’s inhumanity and blindness
would grow up to teach the world about humanity…and kindness.

His name was William Key and he learned to read and write
around the same time he learned to talk.
As he grew his mother taught him how to heal animals
he was so good

Sheila and Jim

Sheila stepped out of the mechanized gear-filled lab with her robotic dog.
her lace blouse a contrast to her steam-powered eighteenth-century hog.
Another inventor looked up gave her a quick friendly boy-next-door wave.
His invention would make robotic airships flow and cascade.

Is that another automaton? Sheila yelled at her childhood friend of forever.
He did not divulge secrets, for

Moon by Jim Barlow

Meaningless thoughts drift slowly across my mind
Surrounded by bright gray and ebony sky.
Magnificent desolation envelopes me.

No perceived horizon,
All is calm, devoid of 
Air, wind, and rain.

I breathe and take in
The stark beauty of a pristine 
Celestial world.
Undisturbed and powdered beneath my feet
The cratered landscape reminds me
That I am an intruder,
In a realm unfamiliar
But majestically beautiful.

Magnificently

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