Jim Milks

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

Jim Milks Poems

1. …goodnight Boston, I Love You.. 9/23/2008
2. 1984 9/6/2009
3. 1984 Reprise 9/6/2009
4. A Bee 8/30/2007
5. A Christmas Present For Mom 11/25/2008
6. A Flower Grows 8/30/2007
7. A Hike In The Woods 8/30/2007
8. A Kiss Upon Your Cheek 9/26/2008
9. A Lovers Touch 2/13/2010
10. A Million Years To Sunday 4/9/2008
11. A Secret: A Limerick 9/7/2007
12. A Short Ode To Edgar Allen Poe 9/11/2007
13. A Short Poem In The Greek Style 8/30/2007
14. A Shot Of Whiskey 1/17/2009
15. A Soldier Didn’t… 10/12/2007
16. A Soldier Died 9/6/2007
17. A Valentine Wish 2/13/2009
18. A Visit To Mom And Dad's House 8/29/2007
19. Adventures In Toyland 8/30/2007
20. Advise 9/5/2007
21. Air Travel: A Limerick 12/30/2009
22. Am I Cool Now? 9/11/2007
23. Another.... 2/5/2010
24. April Sixteenth 8/30/2007
25. At The Gathering Of The Flowers 7/18/2008
26. Atlas 8/30/2007
27. Beware 4/25/2008
28. Birthday: A Haiku 9/6/2007
29. Butter: A Limerick 10/1/2007
30. Candy Canes: A Haiku 1/20/2009
31. Childhood Is Calling 1/11/2008
32. Christmas In New England 12/20/2007
33. Christmas: A Haiku 10/1/2007
34. Circuitry Man 7/10/2008
35. Clouds 8/30/2007
36. Coffee 8/30/2007
37. Cold Spring 8/30/2007
38. Contentment: A Haiku 5/19/2008
39. Dad 8/30/2007
40. Dad A Life 8/30/2007
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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