John W. McEwers

Veteran Poet - 1,178 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

John W. McEwers Poems

81. Everyone Needs A Security System 8/29/2015
82. Exit Only 2/4/2012
83. Experience 4/3/2016
84. Experiment In Autowrite: Five 4/13/2010
85. Experiment In Autowrite: Four 4/13/2010
86. Experiment In Autowrite: One 4/13/2010
87. Experiment In Autowrite: Two 4/13/2010
88. Fast Lane Lover 2/4/2012
89. Fast Times In Fun And Fusion 2/1/2012
90. Fatal Flaw 2/3/2012
91. Fattening Relationship With That Woman 4/12/2010
92. Faulty Buttoned Heart Valve 2/3/2012
93. Feathers Do Not A Birthday Cake Make 2/1/2012
94. First Love Story At The Movies 2/24/2012
95. Flexible And Exclusionary 2/5/2012
96. Flower 4/12/2010
97. For All The Lovely Ladies 2/14/2012
98. Forbidden Folicles 8/31/2015
99. Forget The Roses 4/12/2010
100. Forgotten Deals, My Dear 3/3/2013
101. Four 4/12/2010
102. France Is For Lovers 2/3/2012
103. Freedom Isn'T For Us 2/1/2012
104. Friendship Is My Only Friend 2/1/2012
105. Friendship Is Nice For Her 4/12/2010
106. Frog Fire 4/12/2010
107. Frog Fire 2: The Final Friday 4/3/2016
108. Frosty Firecrackers 2/3/2012
109. Froth Of The Corn Field 3/14/2015
110. Fur Furniture 8/29/2015
111. G Sharp Kitchen Knives 3/25/2016
112. Get Too High 2/28/2014
113. Ghosts Are Real To Me 2/3/2012
114. Global Political Awareness 4/2/2016
115. Glowphone 2/3/2012
116. Gold Star In My Veins 2/4/2012
117. Good Happy Thoughts 2/3/2012
118. Good Italian Restaurant 2/16/2012
119. Good Job For Him, Is What I Say 4/13/2010
120. Grand Theft Taco 2/3/2012
Best Poem of John W. McEwers

First Love Story At The Movies

I can still picture the old theater's gold marquee
thrusting over the sidewalk, a brittle matinee ticket,
and in a dim enough room-smell the seats,
the satiny wash of crushed chocolate and sweat,
candied lip gloss and floor wax.

If virginity was a thing to be lost
I'd still keep it, meticulous habits complying
to my packrat's retention of useless little things.

I recall the feel of swampy popcorn,
the echo of Will Hunting's tears,
and my pride, my pride
in purposefully misplacing something.

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The Sunshine In Winter

There is none.
I live in the noth
-ingness of the holes
Of my teeth.
They are floating, my teeth

On nothing
-ness.

And when will the sun shine rise again?
I fear never.
Never, I fear.

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