Bill Simmons


Bill Simmons Poems

1. Blowing In The Breeze 7/23/2005
2. The Riddle 7/23/2005
3. Let Me Know (A Song) 12/12/2004
4. Stately Mansion 12/12/2004
5. The Apple 12/25/2004
6. Clear Still Night 12/12/2004
7. Hawian Blue Skies (A Song) 12/12/2004
8. The Shoe Box 8/3/2005
9. The Hawk 11/20/2005
10. The Pc 8/3/2005
11. Fire That Burns 8/3/2005
12. The Rain Maker 8/3/2005
13. He Found Fire 8/3/2005
14. White Cadillac 8/4/2005
15. I'Ve Never Crossed Such A Sea 11/20/2005
16. First Grade School 11/20/2005
17. Ten Thousand Women 11/20/2005
18. Bluebirds Don'T Fly 11/20/2005
19. The Trojan Heart 11/18/2004
20. Mcgilvery 11/18/2004
21. Whispers Of The Wind 12/14/2005
22. Silver Streams 1/16/2005
23. Sarah Tilly 12/12/2004
24. The Wind It Blows 10/21/2005
25. Gypsy Born 11/3/2004
26. Have You Wondered 12/12/2004
27. The Gunman (A Song) 12/12/2004
28. Tearing This House Down (A Song) 12/12/2004
29. For A Day 12/12/2004
30. Gooey Gooey Gum Drum (A Song) 12/12/2004
31. Ufo 12/12/2004
32. Dogwood Blooms 12/12/2004
33. The Tin Heart 11/18/2004
34. The Pen 5/20/2005
35. Never Mind (A Song) 12/12/2004
36. Cloudy Day 11/21/2004
37. One Dream 11/21/2004
38. The Keg (A Song) 12/12/2004
39. The House 12/12/2004
40. Silent Pictures 8/3/2005
Best Poem of Bill Simmons

Lonesome Heart

The mighty oak I see outside
It's roots are deep and long
It will live a hundred years
And bend when winds are strong

I sometimes feel I can't go on
Losing you is hurting me
I sometimes wish late at night
I had the strength of that old tree

The days my friends they stand by me
They tend to help me through
But then at night when darkness falls
Again I'm missing you

I try to fight but strength won't come
Soon I fall apart
Then the tears fall like rain
So alone is a lonesome heart

I sometimes wish I had the strength
To pick up...

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The Riddle

He drained the tree, he chained the bird
To a platform at the trunk
And when it was he raised it high
One could hear kaplunk

And too when he raised it high
Like a kite tied to a string
The bird would begin to fly
It would wound the blasted thing

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