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Uriah Hamilton
The poet I am featuring is tender-hearted, fair -
he never troubles anyone or vies for comments here.
He paints a sense of romance mixed with spirituality -
a modern Detroit portrait with a strong humility.
I hope he gets more readers for his talent is unknown
except to just a few of us for he stays on his own.
The poet, Allen Ginsberg, snapped him up and published him -
but being in the limelight's not the point for Hamilton.Sentinels, poems and photos celebrating the world wonders
Hi Uriah,
This is to let you know that the collection Sentinels is now available.
Thank you for your contributions of poems for Kiyomizu Temple and Angkor Wat. Enjoy!
The Raven
At the Zoo, in the Train, in the Loop, and the Golden Nugget
He’s been following me for the day.
And crazy little thing like this has never happened to me.
I’m praying he’d go away.
God forbid, he’s found my home.
God forbid, he’s on my porch.
God forbid, I hear his song –
Nevermore the Raven. Lurking in my Haven.
And he says he took to me like raisin nectar,
Since the day I smiled him away.
And now he’s gone and made a sport of writing letters to me,
Of all his Qualifications.
God forbid, he’s found my home.
God forbid, he’s on my porch.
God forbid, I hear his song –
Nevermore the Raven. Lurking in my Haven.
And the phone decided not to give me dial tone,
When I heard you creaking across my hardwood floor.
No, the phone decided not to give me dial tone,
And now I hear you tapping at my door.
Now I hear you tapping at my door – now, I hear you…
Rat-ta-tap, etc.
God forbid, he’s found my home.
God forbid, he’s on my porch.
God forbid, I hear his song –
Nevermore the Raven. Lurking in my Haven."Cleaning Windows"
By Van Morrison
Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street
Got in my nose
As we carried our ladders down the street
With the wrought-iron gate rows
I went home and listened to Jimmie Rodgers in my lunch-break
Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner
And went straight back to work.
Oh, Sam was up on top
And I was on the bottom with the v
We went for lemonade and Paris buns
At the shop and broke for tea
I collected from the lady
And I cleaned the fanlight inside-out
I was blowing saxophone on the weekend
In that down joint.
What's my line?
I'm happy cleaning windows
Take my time
I'll see you when my love grows
Baby don't let it slide
I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows (number a hundred and thirty-six)
I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon
On the street where I was born
Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee,
Muddy Waters singin' "I'm A Rolling Stone"
I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys' book on Zen
Curiosity killed the cat
Kerouac's "Dharma Bums" and "On The Road"
What's my line?
I'm happy cleaning windows
Take my time
I'll see you when my love grows
Baby don't let it slide
I'm a working man in my prime
- Dear Mr. Hamilton,
I want to thank you for the applause and leaving a wonderful comment on my little poem. Have a nice day!
R
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on Apr 21 2008 10:34 PM
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