James Papastamos

Rookie (December 13th,2009 / Toronto, Canada)

James Papastamos Poems

1. Born Again 11/30/2008
2. Awakenings 11/30/2008
3. The End Of Time 12/2/2008
4. Snow Flakes 12/10/2008
5. December 12/19/2008
6. Close Encounters 12/29/2008
7. The Day I Cried 1/20/2009
8. The Ends Of Time 1/29/2009
9. Waiting 2/21/2009
10. Lord Jesus 3/5/2009
11. Lord Jesus Christ 3/5/2009
12. Nature 3/19/2009
13. The Beginning Of The End 3/22/2009
14. The Mall 3/24/2009
15. The Monastery 3/27/2009
16. Intensive Care 3/4/2007
17. Skyline 4/16/2008
18. Exodus 4/18/2008
19. By Love Of God 4/26/2008
20. Sacrifice 4/27/2008
21. In Just A Moment 6/2/2008
22. Broadway 6/5/2008
23. Salvation 6/8/2008
24. Gethsemane 6/21/2008
25. From Heaven...With Love 8/27/2008
26. Faith 9/7/2008
27. What Might Have Been 10/22/2008
28. The Starving Artist 4/6/2009
29. Death Highway 4/7/2009
30. You Have Cancer 4/10/2009
31. Deliverance 4/15/2009
32. Promises 4/15/2009
33. Armageddon 4/18/2009
34. Bethlehem 4/26/2009
35. Watch Me 5/4/2009
36. The Promised Land 5/12/2009
37. The Nursing Home 5/18/2009
38. Dear Mother, Dear Father 5/26/2009
39. The Disciple 6/14/2009
40. Angels 6/22/2009

Comments about James Papastamos

  • Anna Anderson (12/10/2008 2:45:00 PM)

    wow i love your poems really amazing....keep it up

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Best Poem of James Papastamos

Coffee And Tea

A cup of coffee for us all
this morning sun to brew its taste
We wave our hats, salute its wind
the steam now rising, we fan its haste

We cup our hands, attract its warmth
its putrid scent collects what not
As lay men dance their chosen trade
and women of mercy gather in thought

My seat is empty, the tables have turned
the glass divides yet bares no hate
As many are blessed who fill its chapel
but I, alone, shall drink its fate

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Intensive Care

My body lies frozen
On a cold hard bed of reality
Linen, long and leisurely,
Soft as a virgin's thoughts
Crusted with layers of anxiety
Soiled with pools of great expectations
As my eyes trace that fountain of medication
Dancing in mid air
Dancing high above that syringe

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