howard simon


howard simon Poems

1. Lessons From A Pumkin Vine (Haiku) 5/21/2015
2. Guitar (Haiku) 5/21/2015
3. My Teacher The Potato (Haiku) 5/21/2015
4. Wounded By Words 5/8/2015
5. Good Morning Planet Earth (Haiku) 5/21/2015
6. Forever Friends (Haiku) 5/21/2015
7. Life 1/6/2016
8. When Suicide Knocks On My Door -new- 1/28/2016
9. A Deluge Of Love -new- 2/4/2016
10. That Some Thirsty Soul May Drink -new- 2/5/2016
11. Thanksgiving 11/27/2014
12. Forgiven (Haiku) 6/1/2015
13. Age Is Just A Number 5/5/2015
14. Your Smile 7/6/2015
15. Prayer Power 7/14/2015
16. That's Who You Are 3/14/2011
17. Without You 8/7/2012
18. Weeping For The Family 4/5/2011
19. Who Is God? 5/8/2011
20. Sweet Sting 1/5/2013
21. Simply Amazing 2/24/2011
22. You Are My Mother 5/8/2011
23. Unlimited Love 11/22/2014
24. Impossibilities 11/17/2012
25. Limitless 3/5/2011
26. Boasting About Trees 8/15/2012
27. I Am A Big Failure 2/27/2013
28. A Prayer For Excellence 2/25/2011
29. Old Age 7/30/2010
30. A Conversation With An Enemy 7/22/2014
31. Virginity 11/20/2012
32. A Kiss 9/26/2012
33. Morning Man 3/19/2009
34. Poets Pen 3/13/2009
35. A Hug 10/5/2012
36. Birthday Blessings 3/10/2010
37. In The Company Of Eagles 2/13/2009
38. Who Locked The Boys Out? 4/29/2009
39. A Fallen Tree 1/24/2011
40. For Haiti I Cry 1/21/2010
Best Poem of howard simon

~i Choose The Mountain~

The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer

The massive mountain makes its move
Beckoning me to ascend
A much more difficult path
To get up the slippery bend

I cannot choose both
I have a choice to make
I must be wise
This will determine my fate

I choose, I choose the mountain
With all its stress and strain
Because only by climbing
Can I rise above the plain

I choose the mountain
And I will never stop climbing
I choose the mountain
And I shall forever be ...

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~the Power Of A Tear~

Pounds of pain punctured my progress
Tons of trouble terminated my tranquility
Swarms of stress subtracted my substance
My heart exploded like a thousand thunders
My mind melted and my spirit splintered
Hanging by a thread destined to burst

I tried to wash away the wounds with words
But the stains were deeply dyed in concrete colors

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