John A. Hancock

Rookie (July 1st 1963 / Toronto)

John A. Hancock Poems

1. Southampton's Heir 10/15/2011
2. Sonnet # 31 Web Of Passion 10/15/2011
3. Sonnet # 156 10/15/2011
4. Sonnet # 161 10/15/2011
5. Salt Creek Cemetery 10/15/2011
6. Sonnet # 35 10/15/2011
7. Germinal 10/15/2011
8. A Poet's Address To A Lady 10/14/2011
9. The Village Church 10/14/2011
10. Stanza # 28 10/14/2011
11. Stanza # 37 10/14/2011
12. The Price 10/15/2011
13. In The Closet 10/15/2011
14. Daughter Of The Isle 10/15/2011
15. The First Robin 10/16/2011
16. Sonnet # 147 10/16/2011
17. Moring Dew 10/16/2011
18. Sonnet # 11 10/16/2011
19. Shells Of Faith 10/16/2011
20. Sonnet # 155 10/16/2011
21. Irony 10/16/2011
22. Sonnet # 159 10/16/2011
23. Sonnet # 10 10/16/2011
24. The Steps To Ecstasy 10/21/2011
25. John Keats 1795-1821 10/21/2011
26. Lilacs 10/21/2011
27. We Poets 10/21/2011
28. The Key To Freedom 10/21/2011
29. Sonnet # 152 10/21/2011
30. Sonnet # 141 Ode To Melancholy 10/21/2011
31. Stanza # 20 Willow 10/21/2011
32. Insomnia 10/21/2011
33. Sonnet # 146 10/21/2011
34. Sonnet # 148 10/21/2011
35. Nite Visions 10/21/2011
36. While You Lay Sleeping 10/21/2011
37. Beauty Amongst The Tomes 10/21/2011
38. Oliver Goldsmith 1729-1774 10/21/2011
39. Scenes Of Autumn 10/21/2011
40. Melodies Of Spring 10/21/2011

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Best Poem of John A. Hancock

A Candle In The Window

I left a candle in the window
A shinning light for you to see
When the veil of sadness around the has lift'd
In the hope it will guide you back to me
I know to well the pain your feeling
When the past it won't let go
When voices are still repeating
The hurtful words heard from long ago
Every single poem I have written
From my heart to thee be true
Each kiss when we made sweet love together
Twas a symbol of my undying love for you
So don't be frighten cause your feeling
For this time it is okay
Let me help you turn away the past
And to love your ...

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Stanza # 37

Thou art friend and foe o' dark of night
Into thy face many a time I hath gazed
Oft we've battled till morning light
All for the want of a missing word or Phrase
The Talos are near spent
Tis to me a familiar scene
Until I am done
Sleep is all but a dream

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