Poems of jim foulk
|42.||Good Ole Days||12/31/2006|
|44.||His Pure Love||4/6/2007|
|45.||How Can I Tell You||4/10/2007|
|46.||I Asked the Voice||1/6/2007|
|47.||I Give you a Rose||12/21/2006|
|48.||I'll see her face again||12/17/2006|
|53.||Life Is Like A Pathway||2/16/2007|
|54.||Life on Hold||4/12/2007|
|56.||Light Blub and the Candle||4/11/2007|
|58.||Lonely am I||12/14/2006|
|59.||Long hair dogs||12/17/2006|
|60.||Loving You Always||4/26/2007|
Poems are part of me
Poems are part of me, until
I become part of them.
I have to write, what I hear, see and feel.
When poems are written, the world shall stop
and listen to what was said,
as a poet, I hope it's not a flop.
When ever I die, the poem will live on,
always read, always praised,
long after I'm gone.