Jim Milks

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Jim Milks Poems

81. Her 10/1/2008
82. Hi Baby 8/30/2007
83. Hickory Phil 2/25/2010
84. Highway 8/30/2007
85. Highway Marker 9/29/2008
86. Home 2/2/2009
87. Home For Christmas 1/3/2009
88. Home: A Haiku 1/4/2008
89. Hometown 8/30/2007
90. How To… 2/14/2008
91. Hypocrisy 10/11/2007
92. I Never Knew Love Before 6/25/2008
93. I Remember…* 9/6/2009
94. I Wander… 12/29/2009
95. If I Could… 11/22/2008
96. Immigration: A Limerick 5/21/2008
97. In Remembrance Of A Friend… 1/6/2010
98. Isolated: A Haiku 12/29/2009
99. Isolation: A Haiku 2/27/2009
100. Jim Morrison: A Haiku 7/8/2008
101. Just Because: A Limerick 6/12/2008
102. Lies: A Haiku 9/5/2007
103. Life 5/14/2008
104. Life Or Something Like It 2/9/2008
105. Little Angel… 9/30/2008
106. Liverpool: A Limerick 5/16/2008
107. Loneliness: A Haiku 1/27/2009
108. Lost: A Haiku 6/4/2009
109. Love Me Like You Use To 2/1/2009
110. Love: A Haiku 10/1/2007
111. Love: A Limerick 12/20/2007
112. Man And Wife: A Limerick 9/7/2007
113. Me 8/30/2007
114. Memorial Day Thoughts. 5/19/2011
115. Memorial Day: A Haiku 5/21/2008
116. Memories 8/30/2007
117. Momma 8/30/2007
118. Morning Routine: A Limerick 10/12/2007
119. Morning: A Haiku 10/11/2007
120. Mother’s Day 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

Read the full of Seasons: Haiku

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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