Currently, I am a Senior Staff Systems Engineer with Fujitsu America. I've been employed with Fujitsu America for over 25 years. Prior to that, I was a Mainframe Systems Engineer / Field Engineer with IBM for 9 Years. Military Experience - 8 Years, US Navy (USS Enterprise CVA65 - Vietnam Veteran) : Naval Instructor at the Naval Reactors Facility in Idaho for nearly 4 Years.
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Jim Sularz Poems
Through Mother's Eyes
Through Mother’s Eyes © 2009 (Jim Grant Sularz)
Six Men Dead
Six Men Dead © 2011 (Jim Sularz)
When The River Flowed
When The River Flowed © 2011 (Jim Sularz) Dedicated to my Brother-in-Law: William L. Browne III (1959-2011)
A Politician's Creed
© 2012 We are conceived by short sightedness, nurtured with unbridled power.
Ghosts of Buzzard's Breath
Ghosts of Buzzard’s Breath © 2009 (Jim Sularz)
Climb-up the Tall Ship's Masts
Climb-up the Tall Ship’s Masts © 2010 (Jim Sularz) Heave Ho! Aweigh, the Ship’s anchor,
Kinship © 2010 (Jim Sularz)
A Meadow's Sanctuary
A Meadow’s Sanctuary © 2010 (Jim Sularz)
Every Third Man
Every Third Man © 2009 (Jim Sularz)
The Sun Burns East to West
The Sun Burns East to West (Earth’s Creation to the end of an Ice Age) © 2008 (Jim Sularz)
The Vow © 2010 (Jim Sularz)
Remember Me © 2010 (Jim Sularz)
All Things Beautiful
All Things Beautiful © 2010 (Jim Sularz)
The City © 2010 (Jim Sularz)
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Through Mother's Eyes
Through Mother’s Eyes
© 2009 (Jim Grant Sularz)
With my first Soulful breath,
it was Mother’s eyes I saw.
She counted my tiny fingers and toes,
leaned gently, to kiss my brow.
Announcements sent out right away,
my name chosen, so carefully.
The name, I think, a famous General’s claim,
was now the name, I’d call my own.
My first birthday gift,
sweet cake smeared across my face and lips.
The first steps I took, outside Mother’s reach,
she sprinkled Fairy dust, to help me Fly!
Each year, with each ...