Saint Eule

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

Saint Eule Poems

121. The Oag 8/21/2011
122. The Old Dog Cannot Run 6/2/2012
123. The Palm Reader 9/4/2010
124. The Pharoahs Stuff 6/10/2013
125. The Picnic Table 5/7/2011
126. The Point Of A Compass 1/30/2011
127. The Porcupine 2/13/2011
128. The Shark Smells Blood 4/30/2011
129. The Silver Haired Surfer 4/11/2011
130. The Songbird And The Cricket 5/7/2011
131. The Sparrow In The Palm 12/6/2011
132. The Spider Is The Guest 5/5/2013
133. The Teapot Is Calling 2/13/2012
134. The Tern And The Eagle. 9/6/2010
135. The Tiger Smells Blood 4/23/2011
136. The Timbrel Music 2/8/2012
137. The Toads Revenge 2/16/2012
138. The Underground Prophet 6/4/2011
139. The Unholy Salesman 9/4/2010
140. The Union Was Busted 6/18/2011
141. The Wedding Embrace 12/28/2011
142. The Widows Broom 6/12/2011
143. The Wind Blows Softly 8/18/2011
144. The Winter Mouse 11/14/2011
145. The Wish Of The Little Blue Spruce 12/14/2011
146. The Wolf And The Happy Meal 5/14/2011
147. The Yellow Sweater 10/14/2010
148. Those Red Letter Words 10/1/2011
149. Threads Of Horace 3/31/2012
150. Tinsel Tears 6/28/2011
151. Tornado Test 1/9/2011
152. Turn The Light On 9/2/2012
153. Upolu Point 10/23/2011
154. Urbs Or Burbs 7/30/2011
155. Walking On Vitamins 9/2/2012
156. When The Last Wave Meets The Sand 2/8/2012
157. Where The Goblins Roam 4/13/2012
158. Why Does The Willow Weep? 5/26/2012
159. Wiggly Giggly 10/3/2010
Best Poem of Saint Eule

Free Will

Men cut their hair-
Men cut their hair to show hate and depair, a skinhead as clear as the
as a swastika there.
Men cut their hair to show Budha is there, a monk enlightened wanting to
share.
Men cut their hair just to feel the night air on hot summer day it is
better to wear.
These are the reasons men cut their hair.

Men grow hair long-
Men grow hair long when they are feeling a song, they find peace in their
heart with the hair they won't part.
Men grow hair long to braid with a feather, to bond with an eagle a tribe
is forever.
Men grow hair long ...

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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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