Jim Poems - Poems about Jim

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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! ...

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• "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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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Leaves flap in the breeze From the tops of the trees ’Round the battlefield that Rests just below. Hand to hand Sun to sun We pass on the notion That civility in war has never been done. Brothers in arms, Brothers in harm. Slaves to graves, Anger in waves. People in chains, Brandishing pains. Blue...

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From the Summer of Love this snake slithers Exposes its fangs from a sleeve of gold Shakes the Venice beaches to the apocalypse of Viet Nam A song A poem Black leather pants wrapped around Apollo The End A worldwide revolution lasting 11 minutes 42 seconds How many tens of millions of people have had their lives changed For so many decades By a trance...

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Though he is quiet and meek, The spotlight he shall not seek. His light glows softly, inviting, So many hearts he is igniting. With poetry that lives on and on, To his poems my heart is drawn. His work will never fade away. It leaves my heart content to pray… He is a blessing to those who read, Feel the kindness and it tis’...

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Sand dunes erode away the meadows, sunflowers turn to a shade of red, sanguinary pool of limbs and skulls, let’s swim here for the taste of the hue. Burgundy pyramid upside down mini top, spinning vortices of moon dust afloat, the door opens, inside a hawk faced man, he promises to tell me a story if I listen. A large serpentine worm weaves...

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