Bill Simmons


Bill Simmons Poems

41. Christmas Every Day (A Song) 4/27/2008
42. Christmas White 12/18/2008
43. Clear Still Night 12/12/2004
44. Close Your Eyes 1/29/2006
45. Cloudy Day 11/21/2004
46. Counting Sheep 2/22/2006
47. Cowboys Day 12/12/2004
48. Cross My Heart 12/3/2006
49. Cruel Mind 12/7/2008
50. Dance With The Devil 6/26/2005
51. Deception Of The Heart 12/12/2004
52. Devil Woman 1/29/2006
53. Dogwood Blooms 12/12/2004
54. Don’t Try To Remember 5/23/2006
55. Door Of Hell 2/22/2006
56. Dream Light 4/30/2008
57. Eden 12/12/2004
58. Empty Room 5/5/2005
59. Fear Of The Heart 2/11/2007
60. Fingers 7/18/2005
61. Fire That Burns 8/3/2005
62. First Born 11/6/2005
63. First Grade School 11/20/2005
64. First Love 10/26/2005
65. First Morning Light 8/5/2008
66. For A Day 12/12/2004
67. Forever Loving You (A Song) 8/31/2005
68. Forsaken Love 11/5/2006
69. Frailty Of The Heart 12/12/2004
70. Freedom 1/16/2005
71. Good Day To Die 5/23/2006
72. Gooey Gooey Gum Drum (A Song) 12/12/2004
73. Grandfather's Mocking Bird 9/12/2005
74. Greyhound 10/22/2006
75. Guarded Hearts 11/6/2005
76. Gypsy Born 11/3/2004
77. Hand Upon A Hand 7/12/2006
78. Hanky's Christmas 11/30/2005
79. Harbinger Of Souls 2/26/2008
80. Harvest Moon 12/12/2004
Best Poem of Bill Simmons

Woman, Oh Woman (A Song)

Woman, Oh woman
Why do you make me feel
Every time I'm near you
My heads a spinning wheel

Woman, Oh woman
What have you done to me
Woman, Oh woman
Did you cast a spell on me

Woman, Oh woman
When you touch me, I chill
When you kiss me, I'm in heaven
I've known nothing so real

Woman, Oh woman
When I gaze into your eyes
I'm blinded by the passion
I feel that's deep inside

Woman, Oh woman
Did you over do your spell
My hearts in many pieces
It sadens me to tell

Woman, Oh woman
What have you done to me
Woman, ...

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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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