Saint Eule

Rookie - 10 Points (10/30/1955 / Shamokin, Pa)

Saint Eule Poems

1. Pawns Of Refuge 7/25/2010
2. Angel And The Bee 7/31/2010
3. Pants Cant Dance 9/4/2010
4. The Unholy Salesman 9/4/2010
5. The Palm Reader 9/4/2010
6. The Man Beside The Well 9/5/2010
7. The Tern And The Eagle. 9/6/2010
8. Grandma Anna 9/25/2010
9. The Mighty Popeyes 9/28/2010
10. Wiggly Giggly 10/3/2010
11. Rose Petals 10/4/2010
12. Dandelion Dogma 10/14/2010
13. The Yellow Sweater 10/14/2010
14. Ode To Mahalia 10/16/2010
15. For Thee 10/30/2010
16. The Catcher 11/3/2010
17. Gideons Gate 11/21/2010
18. George 12/11/2010
19. Everlasting Arms 12/11/2010
20. Pennsylvania 12/11/2010
21. Pebbles 12/12/2010
22. Diamond In The Rough 12/19/2010
23. Taste Of Understanding 12/24/2010
24. Silouette 12/24/2010
25. Dancing Sun Raging Moon 12/24/2010
26. Resolve For New Year 12/31/2010
27. Nigeria 1/2/2011
28. Battle Cry 1/8/2011
29. Celestial Opus 1/8/2011
30. Tornado Test 1/9/2011
31. Angelic Decryption 1/22/2011
32. Insect Wisdom 1/30/2011
33. The Wolf And The Happy Meal 5/14/2011
34. The Tiger Smells Blood 4/23/2011
35. Shackled In Modemity 4/21/2011
36. The Underground Prophet 6/4/2011
37. The Alien Worm 6/4/2011
38. The Widows Broom 6/12/2011
39. The Blade Of Grass 6/12/2011
40. The Union Was Busted 6/18/2011
Best Poem of Saint Eule

The Kindling Fire

Ageless adversity pondering wealth,
Is one so taken, by ones ownself.
Given a token to pass through time.
A chance to live in verse and rhyme.

I will share in your sorrow and grief,
Only for a moment is my belief.
For life is short a kindling fire.
To live it more fully is my desire.

To read each poem and gain understanding,
of others thoughts can be demanding.
I do enjoy the life between the lines.
Of all the poets as the sun shines.

I think of each of them as kin,
All their smoke will ride the wind.
They are brave they made a ...

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Autumn With Grandpa

It was a cloudy day, my grandson pointed at the sky. He said ' the stars are still there you just cannot see them because of the clouds'.
I held his hand and said ' The stars are like the truth often we cannot see it because of the clouds'.
There is nothing more inspiring than a conversation between a grandfather and a grandson.

When you were born, I cried with joy.
My scrawny little boy.
When you took your first october fall.
I picked you up and brushed off a leaf from your

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