ERNEST CLARY


ERNEST CLARY Poems

41. Satans Realm 2/12/2009
42. Smoking Gun 1/29/2009
43. Saved By His Dog 2/18/2009
44. Our Dog Doc 2/19/2009
45. Love And Lust 6/3/2009
46. Imprisoned Spirit 6/5/2009
47. Custers Last Stand 8/5/2009
48. The Fair 9/28/2009
49. Days Of Old 10/7/2009
50. Diary Dilemna 1/23/2010
51. Weedy Words 1/23/2010
52. Mark Twain 1/30/2010
53. Sweet Death 12/8/2010
54. Dreary Night 12/16/2010
55. Nothing's Insurmountable 2/17/2011
56. Hopeless Romantic 3/8/2011
57. Mesmerized 3/16/2011
58. Narcistic Numbskull 3/23/2011
59. Emotionally Empty 3/24/2011
60. Fingerpaint 3/29/2011
61. Dead Man's Hand 4/13/2011
62. Kiss Me 11/18/2011
63. Back Stabber 3/8/2011
64. The Aura Of Guilt 2/3/2010
65. My Patchwork Quilt 2/6/2009
66. My Dianna Lynn 12/4/2008
67. Skydive 1/13/2009
68. My Shining Star 12/22/2008
69. Thorn On The Rose 12/21/2008
70. About Edgar Lee Masters 11/26/2008
71. My Wifes Garden Of Chimes 12/4/2008
72. Junk In A Trunk 1/29/2009
73. Think Before You Act 1/24/2009
74. Addicted Till Death 2/17/2011
75. Withering Away 3/12/2011
76. Ageless Love 11/19/2011
77. Happy Homeless 1/18/2009
78. Married By The River 1/29/2009
79. Love Is Poetic 2/12/2009
80. Butch Clary's Place 2/17/2009

Comments about ERNEST CLARY

  • Dianna Clary (1/6/2009 7:18:00 AM)

    Good poem keep up the writing

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Best Poem of ERNEST CLARY

Sneaky Curse- King Tut's Tomb

King Tuts Tomb
in the valley of kings
his deaths womb
among his things

surviving raiders for a while
rubble hidden door
not far from the nile
it lays forevermore

along came carter
at canarvans command
to tuts things barter
hand from hand

now the treasure gone
from tomb number seven
the flight of a swan
his spirit in heaven

then carter died
from a bite on the cheek
thought the curse lied
oh what a sneak

Read the full of Sneaky Curse- King Tut's Tomb

I Do Pray

Let me see over the mountain oh so high
Let me drink from the fountain now so dry
Why are those i love in such pain
Have they done something oh so vein?
Like those before us we work and try
When will there be silence to our cry?
I sit here alone in my domain
thoughts of despair listening to the rain
As i grow in my years my cry is dry

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