Joe Howell Poems

marble solders lying is oblique
diamondstone wheel to turn
this workman's craft
not enjoyed
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I’m looking at white paper, lined
Pen in one hand, loaded gun in the other
By the time of dawns gray
Words or blood will spill
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Raindropp pearls, carress your skin
this hot June day, with sunshine
taking a break, to go play
rain clouds arrive in bouquets of nines
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Light green eyes that light up with a smile
Husky voice, that speaks soft -
sensual massage the neck and shoulders
listening to soft music
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She has a thing for red shoes and
White roses.

She owns thirty three pair, all red.
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Sammy's Girl
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Her family was always a few dollars below
The poverty level. And no matter how hard her Dad
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Round Stones and Black Ink

Take this mask that I wear
Remove the pain within
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We went down that ole country road
with the window's rolled down
and my sleeves rolled up
Looking for a cool place to play
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She sits before the fire
of want and passion
thinking that the two are the same
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Mistress of the mind, she
chapped my lips.
In quite conversation,
lights on low.
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