Milt Poems - Poems about Milt

In Honor of Milt

Love Conquers All – by  L Milton Hankins

If asked to repeat a time-honored passage 
I would say it is that “Love Conquers All,” 
For, whatever the situation, it is the message 
If asked to repeat a time-honored passage, 
I'd pass this adage in my far-advanced age: 
“Love Conquers All,” sends a clarion call, 
If

In Honor of Milt

Love Conquers All – by  L Milton Hankins

If asked to repeat a time-honored passage 
I would say it is that “Love Conquers All,” 
For, whatever the situation, it is the message 
If asked to repeat a time-honored passage, 
I'd pass this adage in my far-advanced age: 
“Love Conquers All,” sends a clarion call, 
If

In Honor of Milt - An Un-Contest Poetry Contest

In Honor of Milt - An Un-contest Poetry Contest

I love the way Milton’s poem begins. It draws my attention immediately. Line 10 jolts me with Jacobs and Jacob-ites.I’m still quite interested! Line 3 of verse 2 gains my attention and then flowers bloom. I love the setting of the Applachians and West Virginia.

What I said:

A Tribute To Milt

"What I believed, however, will never be null
  The poems I composed, the songs I sang
  Sustain me in an ethereal, spiritual alter-ego
  I shall continue to influence the world I knew"

                    

Elegy For Milt

Smiles and Laughter

I’d rather be noted for eliciting a smile
Bringing a ray of sunshine into your life
Than to have awards, trophies, and note
In a world increasingly rampant with strife,
We all need to be encouraging one another
A piece of advice that always gets my vote,
Treating each as beloved sister and brother
Learning to be kind must be

In Honor of Milt

Backhanded Apology
Copyright © L MILTON HANKINS | Year Posted 2022

Sorry if I upset you,
I really didn’t mean it
Actually, I meant it
Until I saw it upset you,
Now I’m sorry you are
Upset by my words
But I got them said,
Which I intended to do.


L. Milton always impressed me with his sly humor amidst mostly very deep, spiritual thoughts.

Missing Milt

A prolific poet
With a talented touch
He knew how to show it

Active, vocal as such
He loved a thoughtful write
Will be missed very much

A glowing, shining light
In his faith, standing firm
He had a deep insight

His wife, Deb would confirm
He wrote love from his heart
He served well his full term

A tribute to his art
On tearful diamonds built
From our

In Memory of Milt - By Jenna Logan

Jenna no longer has access to her account, and she has asked if I would post this for her.  
These would be her last thoughts to Milt ~

Gone is the glint of your smile and poetic words
No longer will they glow on your poetry pages

How cruel was the fate of your mortal existence
that wounded

For Milt - Our Kentucky Friend

A friend was he to you and me.
Like me, he was a poet and a teacher,
Gosh, I think he’d even been a preacher!
I liked that he enjoyed using lots of poetry forms
and also that he stuck to grammar rules
even though not everyone 
might find that cool!

His soul was true to what he knew,
and if with

A Kind Poet Milt

Milton's goodness was a beacon shining bright
His humanity steered him to what he deemed right
With a soul kind and pure
His words will endure
Through a bright blessed day or a long-troubled night

12/31/22
Rest Well Milton

A Yalto For Milt Hankins

who didn't
     love and admire
          Milton,
               or simply, "Milt"?
                   

Milt

Poet Milt was loved by all here on Soup,
for he held out to all, a helping hand,
day by day enlarging his friendship loop
and by his principles, always did stand.

Author of a book on theology,
he shared deep wisdom from direct knowing
garnered during his time in the clergy,
echoed in verses that he kept flowing.

Man of religion, yet

Milt Hankins - Reposted

From the Bluegrass, a poet named Milt
Took great care with the poems he built.
With both nuance and pace,
Gave the muse merry chase,
Graced the page with the ink that he spilt.

His posting are indeed a delight;
His shadormas and haikus, so tight.
His repertoire swells:
Trionets, villanelles,
Seems there’s no form that Milt cannot write.

But the real gift for which

Mad Dog Milt - Return To Soup Creek

As Mad Dog Milt wanders back into the town
Caressing his trigger, his face wears a frown
Six months in the hills but it’s time to return
And somebody somewhere is going to burn

Six months of life as a hilltop rambler
He ain’t gonna hang for shooting that gambler
Who’d pulled a gun due to the rat that he smelt
But

Sheriff of Milt Creek

Up in Sh*t Creek up his own fat butthole
the law is an ass and he’s out of control.
  He calls himself sheriff
  but I just call him Griff
and he’s a real fuktard and a fugly troll!

Like all coward trolls he’s just a mother
but thinks he’s Wyatt Earp, O’ brother!
  Tom and all

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