Milton Poems - Poems about Milton

Four men in search of the truth

There were four men
searching for truth
They all knew 
that sixteen hundred years before 
Someone was asked
by a washing hands' man
to say what was the truth.

One of them 
is on the tower of Pisa
which is still bending
since then
'cause he refused
to declare the earth is flat
to the clergy men 
to the rappers of truth






Several miles away
another one

Milton was misguided’

A man who wrote with strokes so bold’ of the
Struggle of humanity.. Long may his excerpts
Be told’ he helped write the American constitution, all his writes are original; and Often Concerned with restitution.. Yet too much
To satan I see he gave, with that line on ruling
A error (most grave!) though he was only human as
Anne

Milton Creek Election Week

Judge Horne issued a decree that elections take place this week 
For the positions of mayor and sheriff in the town of Milton Creek 
It had now been nearly four years and was somewhat overdue 
Some known names were mentioned and some nobody knew.

Rumour had it John Scultz of the Cactus Ranch was running for mayor
It was also

Incident At Milton Creek Silver Mine

Giant balls of tumbleweed were blowing down the main street
And off the Sierra Nevada mountains there blew a fine sleet
It was late December in the old Western town of Milton Creek
Preparations were under way for the start of Christmas week.

Mayor Tom had called a council meeting for that afternoon
To be held in the mayor's office

Remembering A Friend: Milton Hankins

On December 5th, 2022, Milton Hankins wrote he'd turned eighty-one.
It was to be the last he would celebrate, but we continue to honor him, 
a fine gentleman, poet, and friend. December 22 will mark two years
ago that he left us. In remembering Milt today, I would like to share some 
of the words from his

Hurricane Milton

Menacing winds howl through the fragile trees,
In shadows, rain slashes windows like a whip,
Lightning cracks—each flash a brief, jagged tease,
Thunder roars, shaking the earth with its grip.

Outside, the storm batters everything in sight,
Nerves stretch thin as we brace through the night.

After The Storm Hurricane Milton

They kneel in water that once was their streets,
hands, like small boats, lifting the broken
pieces of each other—what is left
of their homes sway in the wind’s aftermath.

But in the hollows of their ribs,
compassion flows, fingers reaching out,
the strangers have come as if drawn
by some invisible thread of the heart.

A woman holds a child not her

hurricane milton

crisp october morn
energizing my cellphone
rejuvenating

totally thankful
I dont live in florida
hurricane hank reigns

peace in my meadow
as others lose their housing
second hurricane

no power no food
we watch on our tv sets
fathoming it not

only its not hank
it is hurricane milton
floridas second blast

The Calm Before The Storm Hurricane Milton

The wind speaks softly through the trees,
Whispering warnings none can hear.
Beneath the sky, a world at ease,
Yet shadows swell with silent fear.

The air is thick with waiting now,
The scent of rain, of earth’s dismay.
The branches tremble at the bough,
Unsure if they should bend or stay.

Sideways rain will lash the night,
But in this pause, we find

Pre Hurricane Milton

The winds came down hard, smashing through St. Pete and Tampa like they owned the place. 

Hurricane Milton, what a bastard. 
Storm surge rolled in, drowning streets, homes, lives. 

Power's out, stores shuttered. 
The air reeks of desperation. 
People of color, 
as always, bear the brunt—forgotten and left to fend in the debris. 

Looters crawl

The Circus Comes To Milton Creek

Sheriff Koplin was woken up by a loud trumpeting sound
Grabbed his Winchester and prepared to stand his ground
A huge elephant was walking by it took him by surprise
He'd never seen one in his life and couldn't believe his eyes.

A band followed the procession along the main street
Along with clowns with red noses and big shoes

Milton of Croton

Which speaks: or yo whom is in
concern
competion among contenders
to be champion one must
wait his turn
ranked among the best one must
chore and labor
to stand head tall above the rest
one must toil and labor


                The Guild
Heritage and influential figures
steeped in the majesty

A Storm Hits Milton Creek

A storm had rolled in off the Sierra Nevada and hit Milton Creek
Townsfolk were dashing all about town for shelter they did seek
Freak storms like this were a rarity and puddles were everywhere
Some folks had never seen the like and all they could do was stare.

Most of the men took shelter and headed for Jan's Manx

Milton Creek, Another Chapter

The sun had just risen over town, it was a beautiful morning
And outside Baker's new Bakery, a long queue was forming
The aroma of fresh baking was lingering in the morning air
Words alone cannot describe it; you just have to be there.

Bill, Sara, and Tania had been working throughout the night
There was no margin for error,

MILTON CREEK NEWS

Sheriff Koplin has ridden East to gather a few other folks who decided to leave the city and head West, hoping to settle in Milton Creek. I'm sure whoever they are will be good people and will be made as welcome as the Bakers were.  I hear tell there's going to be a school

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