Jim Milks

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Jim Milks Poems

121. Mr. Toad’s Unexpected Christmas: A Fairy Tale/Nursery Rhyme 1/25/2009
122. Music: A Haiku 10/1/2007
123. My Bald Head 8/30/2007
124. My Epitaph 9/5/2008
125. Nana: A Haiku (Ok More Of A Senryu) 10/12/2007
126. Nana: A Tanka 10/12/2007
127. Natural Gas: A Limerick 6/11/2008
128. Night Fall 8/30/2007
129. Night Vision 9/28/2007
130. Old Friends 9/5/2007
131. On Memorial Day 8/30/2007
132. On The Rise: A Limerick 4/3/2009
133. On The Road… Sorry Jack 11/6/2008
134. Ostrich Tongue In Aspic * 10/12/2007
135. Pain: A Haiku 9/10/2007
136. Please Lie To Me Tonight 1/31/2009
137. Please… 3/26/2009
138. Poem #50 8/30/2007
139. Point Of View.... (A Poetic Mostly Essay) 9/29/2007
140. Politics 9/19/2007
141. Power Plant: A Limerick 5/19/2008
142. Rain: A Haiku 9/11/2007
143. Raindrops: A Haiku 1/28/2009
144. Reality: A Limerick 5/19/2008
145. Reggie 8/30/2007
146. Regrets 5/14/2012
147. Relaxation: A Haiku 4/21/2008
148. Renewed: A Haiku 3/19/2008
149. Requiem For A Friend 8/6/2008
150. Requiem For Christmas 12/20/2007
151. Respect: A Haiku 9/5/2007
152. Revelation 12/29/2009
153. River Of Ruin: A Haiku 1/29/2009
154. Road Really Not Taken 8/30/2007
155. Rockland: Or The Death Of A Small Town 7/19/2011
156. Sadness: A Haiku 5/19/2008
157. Saturday Night: A Limerick 10/1/2007
158. Scenes From A New England Winter 1/20/2009
159. Scenes… 10/19/2007
160. School Days: A Haiku 3/27/2009
Best Poem of Jim Milks

Happy Birthday Dad

Happy Birthday to my Dad
There is no ice cream, no cake, no presents to be had
just a silent birthday wish for my Dad
Happy Birthday to my Father
there are no candles, no flowers not on this day nor this hour
just a teary-eyed birthday wish for my Father
Happy Birthday to my Dad
there are no noise makers, or streamers
just a room with one dreamer, one unhappy lad
with a tear in my eye and a song in my heart a simple birthday wish for my dad

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My Bald Head

I can show it, I can hide it the choices abound
it is my head, my own little crown.
It shines in the sun and glows in the night
I could even paint it, oh what a fright.
My baldhead shows age, wisdom and might.
A lifetime of living written above
my bald head is mine to have and to love.

4/7/2007

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