Jim Milks

Rookie - 0 Points (2/7/1966 / Boston)

Jim Milks Poems

201. Isolation: A Haiku 2/27/2009
202. Spring: Haiku 11/13/2008
203. The Irish Lad: A Limerick 6/5/2008
204. What Price Virtue: A Limerick 5/16/2008
205. Sadness: A Haiku 5/19/2008
206. Love: A Limerick 12/20/2007
207. Fire: A Haiku 1/4/2008
208. Christmas In New England 12/20/2007
209. Voting: A Haiku 10/1/2007
210. A Hike In The Woods 8/30/2007
211. To My Wife, My Friend 9/5/2007
212. Summer Rain 8/30/2007
213. A Visit To Mom And Dad's House 8/29/2007
214. Shattered Dreams* 1/20/2009
215. The Abington Abolitionist 10/13/2008
216. Nana: A Haiku (Ok More Of A Senryu) 10/12/2007
217. Cold Spring 8/30/2007
218. Winter In Summer 1/30/2008
219. Written Backward 8/30/2007
220. Sold: A Limerick 9/19/2007
221. The Statue: A Limerick 10/11/2007
222. Atlas 8/30/2007
223. Air Travel: A Limerick 12/30/2009
224. Shadows 8/30/2007
225. Happiness: A Haiku 5/19/2008
226. Global Warming: A Limerick 5/19/2008
227. The Weary Solider 8/30/2007
228. Springtime For Mr. Toad: A Fairy Tale/ Nursery Rhyme 12/10/2008
229. Fishing: A Limerick 8/19/2008
230. Natural Gas: A Limerick 6/11/2008
231. A Secret: A Limerick 9/7/2007
232. Happy Birthday To Me: A Limerick 2/9/2008
233. Through The Eyes Of A Child 4/10/2008
234. Morning Routine: A Limerick 10/12/2007
235. At The Gathering Of The Flowers 7/18/2008
236. Travel: A Limerick 5/21/2008
237. Relaxation: A Haiku 4/21/2008
238. To My Wife On Our Anniversary 8/30/2007
239. In Remembrance Of A Friend… 1/6/2010
240. The Ring 8/30/2007
Best Poem of Jim Milks

Seasons: Haiku

Spring: Haiku
Life awakening
Flower opens in the sun
A world is reborn

Summer: Haiku
Warm sun on the ground
A flower growing stronger
Life under the sun

Fall: Haiku
Darkening Shadows
Flower drifts to gentle sleep
The world is resting

Winter: Haiku
Blankets of cold white
Flower hidden from the cold
Life waiting for spring

© JPM 11/13/08

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The Weary Solider

Upon the ancient battlefield the weary soldier stands
bowed of head and beaten of frame.
He stands a vigil to guard what remains
His weary eyes, his timeworn face, his spirit is broken
his uniform a disgrace. Yet still he stands and never falters
this is his fate he dare not alter.
He guards the dead, protects the fallen,
his comrades are gone they are not forgotten
alone he stands and this he dreads

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