Jonathan Howard Poems
|3.||The Hunting Tide||2/16/2006|
|8.||A Treasured Care||2/17/2006|
|9.||Organs And Bees||2/17/2006|
|10.||The Meaning Of A Trait||2/17/2006|
|13.||Yank You Out Of Despair||2/16/2006|
|14.||The Lame Poem Here, Mates!||2/17/2006|
|15.||We Are The Mob||2/17/2006|
|17.||Sonnet Xxx: Innuendo||5/14/2006|
Comments about Jonathan Howard
‘Twas down the street one gloomy night,
A lovely chill of air;
When near my eyes I saw some sight,
Right then I was aware.
A seabird swooped (I can’t deny)
Above my head (so fair!) ,
And as I gazed right through the sky,
Astonished I was there.
I stared up into holy bounds;
Their gates were opened [high]:
A land of havens, safe and sound,
Tucked just behind the sky.
Just out of holy scripts and books,
A scene so fresh and clear;
I could not shake off it my looks,
And thought: “It’s near – it’s ...
Yes, the men were killed that day,
And all who saw stood still;
And so, it is that all we men just may
Sense requiems’ sounds’ shrill.
The battle lasted just mere hours,
And war was brutally rough;
Now we cover graves with pretty ﬂ owers,