Saint Eule

Rookie - 10 Points (10/30/1955 / Shamokin, Pa)

Saint Eule Poems

41. Finding God 6/16/2012
42. Flesh On Bone 7/12/2012
43. For Thee 10/30/2010
44. Foretell 9/3/2014
45. Fragrance Of The Day 6/10/2012
46. Free Will 7/25/2010
47. George 12/11/2010
48. Gideons Gate 11/21/2010
49. Gleaning The Garbage 9/20/2011
50. God Is Eternal 7/31/2010
51. God Makes Stones 10/13/2011
52. Grandma Anna 9/25/2010
53. Grandma Rose 9/8/2010
54. Gravity And The Grave 7/25/2011
55. Haiku - Shadow Compliment 10/16/2010
56. Holy Water For Sale 8/28/2011
57. In Decent Exposure 11/26/2011
58. In The Parlor Was A Lamp 1/22/2012
59. Inner Peace Is All That Matters 8/23/2011
60. Insect Wisdom 1/30/2011
61. Kinder Garden 3/8/2011
62. Let Me Die In Autumn 11/26/2011
63. Linear Regression 4/26/2013
64. Margaret 3/31/2013
65. Michelle 11/26/2010
66. Modus Operandi 1/30/2011
67. Montreal Is Romantic 4/6/2012
68. My Favorite Book 4/19/2012
69. Nigeria 1/2/2011
70. No Comment 9/18/2011
71. Ode To Mahalia 10/16/2010
72. Oh House! So Empty 2/16/2012
73. Oh, William Sails 2/8/2011
74. Pain Of Reality And Fear Of Unknown 8/6/2011
75. Pants Cant Dance 9/4/2010
76. Pawns Of Refuge 7/25/2010
77. Pebbles 12/12/2010
78. Pennsylvania 12/11/2010
79. Pepper In My Soup 10/1/2011
80. Peripeteia 3/11/2012
Best Poem of Saint Eule

Remember The Goose

I awoke to the bird calling outside my window,
A new day has begun, my mind is hungover with thoughts of yesterday.
A wild goose is heard in the distance.
The bird seems to be calling for his nestlings, probably long
dispersed in the forest.
The goose seems to be have purpose, his trumpet is sure, he knows
others will join the journey to a more lavishing sunrise.

If only I was as sure as the goose, free to sail the sky with
a natural compass.To go north or south as the need arise.

My mortal mind has recently learned of a friend who has passed.
A tear ...

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Autumn With Grandpa

It was a cloudy day, my grandson pointed at the sky. He said ' the stars are still there you just cannot see them because of the clouds'.
I held his hand and said ' The stars are like the truth often we cannot see it because of the clouds'.
There is nothing more inspiring than a conversation between a grandfather and a grandson.

When you were born, I cried with joy.
My scrawny little boy.
When you took your first october fall.
I picked you up and brushed off a leaf from your

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