John W. McEwers
Biography of John W. McEwers
I have two kids, and I spent a summer in England. I love the outdoors. Poetry isn't my life, it is my oxygen. My favorite author is Tom Clancy. A close second would be Virginia Woolf. I'm trying to get better, and would like to collect my poems into a collection for publication. Any comments would be great! ! ! R.I.P. Robert
Addendum: I've learned to enjoy the indoors too.
John W. McEwers Poems
Where There's Smoke, There's Failure
So it goes like this, Guy meets girl. Guy buys flowers. Girl puts them in a vase.
Mammals lay no eggs outside of their bodies because they lay them inside of their bodies. Marsupials carry babies around in sacks like babies are groceries from the corner carry-out. Fish passively lay eggs in giant areas so that just about anything that wants to can attempt to germinate. Birds make nests.
Who's That On My Lawn?
I lived through Iraq and Vietnam. My lawn is mine to mow and mine alone.
How To Tie A Tie.
Before we even start have that tie in your hand. this won't work unless you commit.
I remember when I was a kid, I ate worms after a rain I mixed dog food in my ice cream I played with frogs
Go ahead, I can take the pain of you leaving. You did it before will do it again sometime
Your Love Is Due
First of the month, your love is due, she says. So she can buy all the candy the kids want and take them
First Love Story At The Movies
I can still picture the old theater's gold marquee thrusting over the sidewalk, a brittle matinee ticket, and in a dim enough room-smell the seats, the satiny wash of crushed chocolate and sweat,
Her Eyes Shine Like Diamonds
If diamonds could talk they would say her name when we meet for coffee on a blind date
If there was one thing just one that I would like to be it would be nice
Pauses I Make At The Grocery Store
My heart tracks time at odd intervals Like I remember it was eleven bread loaves ago that I noticed this woman so sweet. Six packs of ham since my heart skipped a beat,
A little less shaking she said, and a little more making love.
If You Loved Me, You Would.
Forget The Roses
Forgot lies, she said
and she said forget the flowers
they weren't pretty, you know,
you knew they weren't and thats why
you picked them and she said
it ain't bail money baby, it aint some price
to pay for me being here
but I swear I'll leave if you buy
that kinda flower
one more time.