John W. McEwers

Rookie - 62 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

John W. McEwers Poems

81. Flower 4/12/2010
82. For All The Lovely Ladies 2/14/2012
83. Forget The Roses 4/12/2010
84. Forgotten Deals, My Dear 3/3/2013
85. Four 4/12/2010
86. France Is For Lovers 2/3/2012
87. Freedom Isn'T For Us 2/1/2012
88. Friendship Is My Only Friend 2/1/2012
89. Friendship Is Nice For Her 4/12/2010
90. Frog Fire 4/12/2010
91. Frosty Firecrackers 2/3/2012
92. Froth Of The Corn Field 3/14/2015
93. Get Too High 2/28/2014
94. Ghosts Are Real To Me 2/3/2012
95. Glowphone 2/3/2012
96. Gold Star In My Veins 2/4/2012
97. Good Happy Thoughts 2/3/2012
98. Good Italian Restaurant 2/16/2012
99. Good Job For Him, Is What I Say 4/13/2010
100. Grand Theft Taco 2/3/2012
101. Grant Me Your Hand 2/14/2012
102. Great Big Deer Head 2/4/2012
103. Gross Things 2/14/2012
104. Grow Taller 2/4/2012
105. Guilty By Condemnation 4/12/2010
106. Hair Die 4/12/2010
107. Ham And Olives 4/12/2010
108. Happy Is Good 2/1/2012
109. Hardly Meat 4/12/2010
110. Haven'T Been Having Much Good 3/7/2013
111. He Plays Scrabble Like Horses Riding Storms 4/14/2010
112. He Tried To Make Me A Man 2/3/2012
113. Heart Magnets 4/12/2010
114. Hearts In A Motel 2/22/2012
115. Heartstrings 4/12/2010
116. Hello, My Name Is Your Name 4/15/2012
117. Help You Please 4/13/2010
118. Her Eyes Shine Like Diamonds 4/12/2010
119. Her Walk 4/12/2010
120. Here Here Mr. Hot Pants! 3/10/2013
Best Poem of John W. McEwers

How To Tie A Tie.

Before we even start
have that tie in your hand.
this won't work
unless you commit.

Grip it tight, wrap the ends
around your fists
hold it like a garrote,
pretend she's in front of you
gagging like a duck stuck
in one of those pop can rings.

When the blood vessels
bursting obscures this mirage
go ahead and loosen your grip
Smooth out the wrinkles
you've no doubt created
and carefully, round your neck,
drape it.

Leave just enough hanging
to maybe, possibly, tie up a noose,
swing the fat side over,
then remember how ...

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The Sunshine In Winter

There is none.
I live in the noth
-ingness of the holes
Of my teeth.
They are floating, my teeth

On nothing
-ness.

And when will the sun shine rise again?
I fear never.
Never, I fear.

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