Biography of Jim Sularz
Currently, I am a Senior Staff Systems Engineer with Fujitsu America. I've been employed with Fujitsu America for over 25 years. Prior to that, I was a Mainframe Systems Engineer / Field Engineer with IBM for 9 Years. Military Experience - 8 Years, US Navy (USS Enterprise CVA65 - Vietnam Veteran) : Naval Instructor at the Naval Reactors Facility in Idaho for nearly 4 Years.
Aspiring singer and songwriter. Married for 41 Years, with a beautiful wife and two great kids. I have been writing poetry for 3 years. I particularly enjoy history and I focus many of my poems based on historical events and persons.
Jim Sularz's Works:
Poster - Faith, Hope and Love
Poems accepted by various museums:
'Soldiers Called' - US National Archives/Imperial War Museum (London) .
'Kinship' - Imperial War Museum (London) .
'Stops Along an American Dream' - Forney Transportation Museum (Denver, CO) .
'Ghosts of Buzzard's Breath - Colorado Mining Museum (Colorado Springs, CO) .
Jim Sularz Poems
Through Mother's Eyes
Through Mother’s Eyes © 2009 (Jim Grant Sularz)
When The River Flowed
When The River Flowed © 2011 (Jim Sularz) Dedicated to my Brother-in-Law: William L. Browne III (1959-2011)
The Sun Burns East To West
The Sun Burns East to West (Earth’s Creation to the end of an Ice Age) © 2008 (Jim Sularz)
The City © 2010 (Jim Sularz)
Homecoming © 2010 (Jim Sularz)
Six Men Dead
Six Men Dead © 2011 (Jim Sularz)
Ghosts Of Buzzard's Breath
Ghosts of Buzzard’s Breath © 2009 (Jim Sularz)
Stops Along An American Dream
Stops Along an American Dream (Omaha to Ogden – Summer 1870) © 2009 (Jim Sularz)
Climb-Up The Tall Ship's Masts
Climb-up the Tall Ship’s Masts © 2010 (Jim Sularz) Heave Ho! Aweigh, the Ship’s anchor,
A Politician's Creed
© 2012 We are conceived by short sightedness, nurtured with unbridled power.
A Meadow's Sanctuary
A Meadow’s Sanctuary © 2010 (Jim Sularz)
The Vow © 2010 (Jim Sularz)
Remember Me © 2010 (Jim Sularz)
All Things Beautiful
All Things Beautiful © 2010 (Jim Sularz)
Through Mother's Eyes
Through Mother’s Eyes
© 2009 (Jim Grant Sularz)
With my first Soulful breath,
it was Mother’s eyes I saw.
She counted my tiny fingers and toes,
leaned gently, to kiss my brow.