Jim Milks

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

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

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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