My Poems

A poem about my poems

I want to write poems that walk, and poems that talk,

For them to accompany me on my Sunday walks in the park,

I want to write poems that smell, and poems that sell,

For them to accompany me to fish stench markets so stale, 

I want to write poems that complain to me,

So I would know my troubles are well-understood,

I want to write poems that sing melodies,

So I would have an orchestral play to my mood,

I love my poems as I do my body and self,

But that means I am not always content with them,

I love my poems as I do the books on my shelf,

But that means I am not always pleased with them,

They are as precious to me, 

As leaves to a tree,

But if you wish to lend ears to their melodies,

Come, and indulge in them, with me. 

- Stu. T.H. (December 8, 2023)

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

One of the pleasures of poetry is writing about poetry and my fine poet you have done so well.

Winston

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you sir, that must be one of the best things I can achieve, acknowledgement from not just from esteemed writers as yourself, but most importantly, those who I admire. Thank you for your fine praises, author W. Barrett Munn.