Long Eaton Poems

Up on the winding mountain,
there is a structure we knew so well— 
now consumed by red, devoured in flame. 
It was our shelter, a meeting place 
of like minds, a refuge against life’s weight, 
a...

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© 2011 (by Jim Sularz)
(The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”)


There’s a saying out West, know by gunslingers best,
that’ll deep six you in a knotty pine casket.
One you should never forget, lest...

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My grief is a tide that rises and falls without warning, sweeping away the familiar shores of my being.

I write to you not as a poet but as a fellow bearer of sorrow, for the...

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© 2011 (by Jim Sularz)
(The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”)

At the headwaters of the Red Woods Branch,
near a gentle slope on a dusty trail.
On an iron gate, at the Twin Mounds...

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I don't think you realize how much you mean to me
I want you to know the wonderful man only my eyes can see
I see a man that never gives up he always pushes through
Everything you...

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The worst feeling is being lonely in a room full of people
Only feeling love and happiness under that church steeple 
Going home and not feeling like that’s where you belong
Wondering what you did, and where...

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God i don't know where to start, because Iove you with all of my heart. Jerry Jacob Eaton you are the love of my life. And one day I hope I'm lucky enough to call...

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It doesn't matter where we go
as long as we're together.
Surrounded by kids and grandkids
Laptop replaced by the kids.
Going to the land of the Maple trees
To refresh and revive the earlier visits 
Of Niagara, the Antiope...

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© 2011 (by Jim Sularz)
(The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”)


At nearly twenty-one, Pete knew he may have out-run,
his luck as the fastest gun.
This would be the ultimate test of his shootin’...

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From Andover to Anaheim
Bangor to Boise
People speak up
Come on, get noisy

From Carteret in Jersey
To Cameroon far away
Speak up everyone
If just for one day

From Detroit to Dallas
Eaton to Ecuador
Come on everyone
Speak up some more

From France and...

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letter and science
dissect-able fraud in statements as advertised to the press
abuse's of power by poor people to create recession
this is underpinning the news
to prefect the crime knowingly able to.....
post rebuttal after the word of crime...

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In Knotty Ash where magic lived
The trolley runs all day
The pillbox on the corner stands
Five flagstone from the bus stop
Outside the News and sweetshop door
The start of Eaton Road
The next left down East Prescot Road
Woodbourne...

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I cherish every moment
I spend with you today.

I cherish every memory
You have given along the way.

I cherish every story
Even the ones you shouldn’t say.

I cherish every tear you cry
As you remember the good ole days.

I...

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I'll always remember Granpa Shreeve
At Eaton Road,where he & Gran dwelt;
A wide thick buckled trouser belt,
No collar,braces & rolledup shirt sleeve.

He kept hens at the bottom of his patch
His old soldier' straight back bent in...

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