Biography of Hiram Sims
Born and raised in various parts of Los Angeles, Hiram Sims is a poet, essayist and adjunct English Professor teaching at Cal State University Los Angeles, Long Beach City College, and Compton college. He first discovered poetry at the age of five when he plagiarized a decorative poem on his mother’s bathroom wall. In his 4th grade English class, he was proclaimed the “Captain of Limerick Poems.” He later went on to the University of Southern California to receive a B.A. in English: Creative Writing and a Masters of Professional Writing in Poetry. In addition to teaching essay writing, creative writing, and literature, he is the founder of the Urban Poets Society. He has published three collections of poetry, including Poems of a Young, Troubled Mind, Write or Die, and PHOTOETRY: Poetry and Photography from South Central. For more on Hiram, visit hiramsims.com
Hiram Sims's Works:
PHOTOETRY: Poetry and Photography from South Central (2013)
Write or Die (2007)
Hiram Sims Poems
10: 53 am Contraction 10: 59 am Contraction Your Mother is having me time these for the doctor, but I will probably turn this into a poem.
Armor For Dreams
Dreams are for the dreamer, treasures of the mind Hopes are from the healer, vision for the blind. Peace is for the mobile, trudging toward the goal Life is for ambition, motive for the soul
Hail James Ragan, King Mpw
Hail to James Ragan, King MPW Retired now, but not from memory. The first poet to have a steady job teaching young troubled minds by western sea.
What Shall They Say In My Demise?
What Shall they say in demise? Shall trumpet roar, and drummers blare the country’s pain upon their snare? Shall roses pour into the wind
I Feel The Love (A Love Letter To The La...
I love the Police. Even the word sounds so sweet Po-Li-Ce I love the way they flash that bright white light in my face when they ride pass me- checking to make sure I’m black, and fortunately for me in a car with other black men.
Once upon a time there lived a whore of meager wages and of meager hope, who walked the streets of Compton every night in search of tricks to fill her veins with dope.
Invocations, For Baby Basco
Let Poetry surround your humble frame and Letters form the contours of your name Let all your days be overcome with rhyme and song mark the occasion of your time
Charissian Necessity (Proposal Poem)
Everyday I think of what I need Those things I know for sure God will provide Because he said as long as I loved him He’d never see my humble needs denied
For My Momma, And Other Women I Love
Sometimes God grants me blessings, some so profound, you see That I cannot begin to know why God gave them to me But I receive them gladly, and pray the Lord won’t choose To take away the precious things I can’t afford to lose
What God Creates
In Life there are those things which God creates That which he fashioned with his touch Divine Knowing with certainty the things he made Would never falter, stand the test of time
I sho nuff hates a man hoo wastes his lyfe duwin nuthin Whaches dat box all day instead wukin lyka man aught too Dese young peoples tuday whonts evathang handed to ‘em But dey aint willin to wuk fo it
New Psalm 15
I write these words to God and him alone Surveyor of my soul, my prince of peace Who pours his blessings on my troubled soul and grants forgiveness for my heart’s release
The World According To A 26year Old
I find it a privilege to be among the breathing To walk among the inhalers and exhalers of these latter days And having gone to sleep and woken up 9490 mornings in a row I look forward to the heaven and hell that waits for me at my front door
Once upon a time there lived a whore
of meager wages and of meager hope,
who walked the streets of Compton every night
in search of tricks to fill her veins with dope.
And every night those men did surely come
to feast upon her flesh and weary bones,
that every morning woke to alley streets
laden with trash, and everything she owns.