Guest Poets

Poems from others are fun to share.

Contents

Laura- Leon Ashley (1967)- Saddest Breakup Song Ever- https://wordpress.com/post/azrockdodger.com/5924

Glasgow Scotties Fight Song-

Lost Father by Leigh Lincoln (Book Review)- https://azrockdodger.com/2023/12/04/lost-father/

Pilgrims. Robert Service Rhymes of a Red Cross Man (1916). https://azrockdodger.com/2023/11/11/pilgrims/

Acrostic Poem (Anonymous author) https://azrockdodger.com/2023/05/09/acrostic-poem/

Arthur Graeme West “Night Patrol” (1916) (pending publication on 5/29/23) https://azrockdodger.com/2023/05/28/night-patrol/

Frederick Buckmaster “Mother” (1864)
Dayla Thill “Michelle” https://azrockdodger.com/michelle/
Dr. Seuss at Mar-a-Lago: https://azrockdodger.com/2022/08/22/dr-seuss-at-mar-a-lago/
“Rattlesnake “Sykes https://azrockdodger.com/2022/07/31/rattlesnake-sykes/
Vlodomir Zelenskyy Slava Ukraine! (Glory to Ukraine!) https://azrockdodger.com/2022/03/21/%d1%81%d0%bb%d0%b0%d0%b2%d0%b0-%d1%83%d0%ba%d1%80%d0%b0%d1%97%d0%bd%d1%96/
Karen Thill “Hands” https://azrockdodger.com/2021/11/25/hands/
E.L. Covey “To Buck” https://azrockdodger.com/2021/11/08/to-buck/
Amanda Gorman “The Hill We Climb”
Lawrence Black “Rod”
Unknown “Whistle While You Work” (Playground Version)
Happiness- Betty Lane- https://azrockdodger.com/happiness/
The Shooting of Dan McGrew Robert Service https://azrockdodger.com/2021/07/24/the-shooting-of-dan-mcgrew/

Lines for My Mother- A Civil War Poem by Frederick Buckmaster- https://azrockdodger.com/2024/02/17/lines-for-my-mother/

Amanda Gorman

The Hill We Climb

“We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be: a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free.”

My friend Lawrence composed this response to my “Blowout” poem:

Rod

I remember this all too well.

Coulda’ lost two friends thinking they are swell

I had rides in both those boats

and am damn lucky to still be afloat.

Young friends of mine are still around.

Only Rod is underground.

Rod drove safer than all,

but he is the first to fall.

Rod knew he was runnin’ out of gas

but wanted no service when he had passed.

So while he was still around,

we swapped Rod lies in Havre town.

Made him happy for a bit,

I heard older kids recite this little ditty on the playground in 1950:

Whistle while you work!

Hilter is a jerk!

Mussolini bit his weenie,

now it doesn’t work