John A. Hancock

Rookie (July 1st 1963 / Toronto)

John A. Hancock Poems

81. Sonnet # 143 Peace 11/4/2011
82. Sonnet # 145 11/4/2011
83. A Morning Star 11/4/2011
84. Sonnet # 9 Beauty 11/6/2011
85. Sonnet # 26 The Ebbing Tide 11/6/2011
86. Thoughts Of Winter 11/6/2011
87. Do Not Despair 11/13/2011
88. In Memory Of A Toepuddle Friend 11/13/2011
89. Sonnet # 46 Janet 11/14/2011
90. The Old School House 11/14/2011
91. The Way It Use To Be 11/14/2011
92. Rain 11/18/2011
93. A Chatham Girl 11/18/2011
94. Songs Gone Silent 11/18/2011
95. My Gift To You 11/18/2011
96. Awake 11/18/2011
97. An Old Man's Request 11/18/2011
98. The Silence Of The Night 11/20/2011
99. A Pledge To You 11/20/2011
100. Sonnet # 5 Fifty Years Of Caring 12/19/2011
101. Sonnet # 13 Welfare 12/19/2011
102. Sonnet # 8 An Empty Bed 12/26/2011
103. Sonnet # 12 Pauper Tatis Pudor Fuga 12/26/2011
104. Sonnet # 22 12/26/2011
105. Sonnet # 36 Life 12/27/2011
106. Setting The Scene 11/18/2011
107. British Columbia 10/31/2011
108. Sonnet # 140 Winter Blues 10/29/2011
109. Sonnet # 59 To Dream Upon 10/31/2011
110. Sonnet # 39 Love 10/29/2011
111. Sonnet # 37 The Spanish Maiden 10/28/2011
112. Stanza # 35 Nightmares 10/21/2011
113. Together Again 10/21/2011
114. A Budding Rose 10/21/2011
115. The Fragrant Garden 10/21/2011
116. Stanza # 21 10/16/2011
117. Son Of A Gun 10/15/2011
118. An Ode To Autunm 10/15/2011
119. John Clare (1793-1864) 10/29/2011
120. Ode To Jane 10/23/2011
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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