Jim Milks

Rookie - 0 Points (2/7/1966 / Boston)

Jim Milks Poems

1. Dad 8/30/2007
2. Dreams 8/30/2007
3. The Fishing Trip (A Poem) 8/30/2007
4. Momma 8/30/2007
5. Sleep 8/30/2007
6. The Sea 8/30/2007
7. The Kiss 8/30/2007
8. Helel Ben Sharar 8/30/2007
9. Freedom Of The Flame 8/30/2007
10. Worthwhile 8/30/2007
11. Sunday Morning 8/30/2007
12. Daddy I Don’t Need Any Help 9/5/2007
13. Faith 9/5/2007
14. Futility 8/30/2007
15. Fat Man And The Little Boy 8/30/2007
16. Adventures In Toyland 8/30/2007
17. Memories 8/30/2007
18. The Thought 8/30/2007
19. The Tin Can Man 8/30/2007
20. Birthday: A Haiku 9/6/2007
21. Fear: A Haiku 9/10/2007
22. The Field: A Quatrain 9/11/2007
23. Am I Cool Now? 9/11/2007
24. Point Of View.... (A Poetic Mostly Essay) 9/29/2007
25. Nana: A Tanka 10/12/2007
26. The Radio 10/24/2007
27. What? 10/29/2007
28. Hell: A Limerick 12/20/2007
29. The Call Of Silence 1/2/2008
30. The Wall 1/3/2008
31. Home: A Haiku 1/4/2008
32. Requiem For Christmas 12/20/2007
33. She Walks... 2/11/2008
34. How To… 2/14/2008
35. Renewed: A Haiku 3/19/2008
36. The Choice…. 3/30/2008
37. The Homecoming Part 1* 4/6/2008
38. The Homecoming Part 2* 4/8/2008
39. Life Or Something Like It 2/9/2008
40. Fatherhood: A Limerick 5/19/2008
Best Poem of Jim Milks

Seasons: Haiku

Spring: Haiku
Life awakening
Flower opens in the sun
A world is reborn

Summer: Haiku
Warm sun on the ground
A flower growing stronger
Life under the sun

Fall: Haiku
Darkening Shadows
Flower drifts to gentle sleep
The world is resting

Winter: Haiku
Blankets of cold white
Flower hidden from the cold
Life waiting for spring

© JPM 11/13/08

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The Weary Solider

Upon the ancient battlefield the weary soldier stands
bowed of head and beaten of frame.
He stands a vigil to guard what remains
His weary eyes, his timeworn face, his spirit is broken
his uniform a disgrace. Yet still he stands and never falters
this is his fate he dare not alter.
He guards the dead, protects the fallen,
his comrades are gone they are not forgotten
alone he stands and this he dreads

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