Forrest Hamer

(1956 -)

Forrest Hamer Poems

1. Charlene-N-Booker 4ever 3/26/2012
2. A Poem Also About Duplicity 3/26/2012
3. A Dull Sound, Varying Now And Again 3/26/2012
4. A Poem Also About The Unconscious 3/26/2012
5. Grace 3/26/2012
6. Initiation 3/26/2012
7. Lesson 1/13/2003

Comments about Forrest Hamer

  • Keith Jeffries (4/27/2017 2:09:00 PM)

    As an Englishman living in the Canary Islands: a writer and poet, I came across Forrest´s poems on the Internet and was immediately drawn to his style of writing. The poem Origins had a profound impact on me as Forrest touched on the subjects of sexual orientation and race. As I am visiting the UK in August I intend to buy the three books, ¨Rift¨, ¨Middle Ear¨and ¨Call & Response¨. Should Forrest ever write an autobiography then I would be first in the queue. Keep writing Forrest and thank you. Keith Jeffries

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  • Ron Wimberly (3/30/2014 5:22:00 PM)

    Many things in life were told not to do! Life's Magic teaches us to undo!

  • Larry B. Stell (3/30/2014 2:40:00 PM)

    Hello Forrest. My name is Larry B. Stell; just completed a book of poetry and I have several poems on this website, poemhunter.com, under my name.
    Your comments in the poem, Lesson, reminded me of a trip I took from a university summer program in Colorado back to Little Rock, Arkansas. The director asked if Jimmy Lieb, a student (African American) could ride with me and my German wife back to Little Rock, about 1965....my wife and I were refused service in a restaurant in Oklahoma but the owner said he had to, by law, serve Jimmy. I think I will use this as a theme in a forthcoming poem.......any ideas?
    Larry B. Stell, poet/writer

  • Pennee Gift (4/5/2012 9:08:00 AM)

    I love how you put words together. Thank you for sharing them.

  • Indira Babbellapati (3/30/2012 10:31:00 AM)

    glad i bumped into ur pages...

Best Poem of Forrest Hamer

Lesson

It was 1963 or 4, summer,
and my father was driving our family
from Ft. Hood to North Carolina in our 56 Buick.
We'd been hearing about Klan attacks, and we knew

Mississippi to be more dangerous than usual.
Dark lay hanging from the trees the way moss did,
and when it moaned light against the windows
that night, my father pulled off the road to sleep.

Noises
that usually woke me from rest afraid of monsters
kept my father awake that night, too,
and I lay in the quiet noticing him listen, ...

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