John A. Hancock

Rookie (July 1st 1963 / Toronto)

John A. Hancock Poems

41. Stanza # 40 10/22/2011
42. Sonnet # 162 10/22/2011
43. A Winter's Night 10/22/2011
44. The Call To Spring 10/22/2011
45. A Summer Morn 10/23/2011
46. Goose Napping 10/23/2011
47. Epistle To Ian Gillespie 10/23/2011
48. Sonnet # 1 10/28/2011
49. Sonnet # 2 10/28/2011
50. Sonnet # 3 10/28/2011
51. Fifty Years Of Caring 10/28/2011
52. An Empty Bed 10/28/2011
53. Sonnet # 12 10/28/2011
54. Sonnet # 17 10/28/2011
55. Sonnet # 18 10/28/2011
56. Sonnet # 19 10/28/2011
57. Sonnet # 20 10/28/2011
58. Alanis Morrisset 10/28/2011
59. Sonnet # 36 10/28/2011
60. Sonnet # 33 Your Picture 10/28/2011
61. Sonnet # 14 10/28/2011
62. Welfare 10/28/2011
63. Sonnet # 38 Letters 10/29/2011
64. Flame Of Inspiration 10/29/2011
65. Self-Analysis 10/29/2011
66. Epilogue Of An Encounter 10/29/2011
67. An Evening Stroll Thru Woodfield 10/29/2011
68. Ode To Laura 10/31/2011
69. Stanza # 38 10/31/2011
70. My Friend 10/31/2011
71. A Glimmer Of Fall 10/31/2011
72. Sonnet # 54 Truly 10/31/2011
73. Sonnet # 55 Destiny 10/31/2011
74. Sonnet # 50 William Shakespeare 10/29/2011
75. Sonnet # 60 Tis A Pity 10/31/2011
76. For Ever 11/4/2011
77. Just Missing You 11/4/2011
78. My Hangover 11/4/2011
79. Prose To A Rose 11/4/2011
80. Sonnet # 149 Seizing The Moment 11/4/2011
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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The Village Church

Dresses ivy green the church
Such art to me delights
Betwixt colored panes of glass
Inventing dazzling beams of spectral light
Above the belfry chimes a hymn
Singing sweetly to the dawn
Whilst the faithful make they're way
To pray and lift their voice in song
Tall the steeple finds the sky

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