A . T . Perkins
Biography of A . T . Perkins
I am a beggining poet. I just fell in love with poetry one day, like it had fell out of the sky. I can remember Poetry classes in school, but they didn't appeal to me. Basiclly, I had to be force fed Poetry, and one day I woke up!
I now read everything I can get my hands on, and I make a valiant attempt at writing. So please, bare with me in my attempts, and keep on writing. Tony
A . T . Perkins Poems
The grass and mud smell like a marsh as it is swept up by the gusts of warm air. The ping of bat and ball sends six, out of the nine
The Sago Mine
Let me tell you friend.
Big Jack was strapped in To pull the burden. The stump was coming out That was for certain.
The Snow Covered Field
The field, its blanket of snow and blinding whiteness surrounds me. The wet chill, the cold
20 Years Too Late
I swill the man made liquid Down my throat. What are you thinking? How dare you gloat!
No More Hangovers
I used to drink - alot, this guy said, 'Hey, try this, no more hangovers.' So I gave it a shot,
Your On My Time
Our time, measured in years go by fast, slipping streamlined thru the universe - nonstop.
God Save The Queen
The Queen sits on the bank of the Ohio river. There for mankind. She is hurting, she has been treated like a whore, under the
The sky's part, bringing heavy Downpours of rain. The rivers rise, and then recede Clearing everything in it's path.
My Cycle Of Rage
I can feel my Temper, My chest ripping from the beating pace my heart is trying to keep up with My emotions - mans weakness.
Been Gone So Long
Been gone so long, but I've been right here A shell of a person Going thru the Motions, The wrong way.
2nd Tuesday In March
The rain pouring from infinite whiteness Soaking the black backdropp of bark. its Brown veins with their Green tipped buds, ready to burst.
My Cycle Of Rage
I can feel my Temper,
My chest ripping from the beating pace
my heart is trying to keep up with
My emotions - mans weakness.
Knuckles clenching white, I can fell my
My vision is blurred.
I won't use the cliche.
In the back of my mind, I know