Saint Eule

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

Saint Eule Poems

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