Treasure Island

jim foulk

(july 7,1943 / des moines iowa)

Poems of jim foulk

101. The Moon so high 12/17/2006
102. The moth hound 12/13/2006
103. The Old Checkered Coat 12/14/2006
104. The Storm within Us 12/19/2006
105. the storms have passed 12/12/2006
106. The wheels of time 12/14/2006
107. Thinking of the Past 12/14/2006
108. Tip of My Memory 4/22/2007
109. To Much Hair 4/11/2007
110. Too Many Chicks 4/16/2007
111. Tortosise and the Hare: The true story 4/14/2007
112. Trapped In Time 2/15/2007
113. Travels of a Rock 4/7/2007
114. Unconditional Love 1/11/2007
115. Until that day comes 12/17/2006
116. up, up, you go 12/17/2006
117. What Makes the Clouds Echo Roar 12/14/2006
118. Why, oh Why 12/23/2006
119. You Can't Tell 1/23/2007

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.

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