Saint John Poems - Poems about Saint John

...It was a crisp day October 27th 1942 that's when my pop set out for WW11 right after my grandmother Nona gave birth to my dad orders arrived his job assignment was to protect the priest arch ......Read the rest...

...From High Point, he hailed With his instrument, he had a certain story to tell Many pundits call him insane But for those who know simply call him Trane His claim to fame was riding the gal......Read the rest...

...Dream state yields deep sleep personifications Upon lying supine - eye shutter lids into the land of Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, where the sandman beckons and bids dead to the webbed wide world, ......Read the rest...

...All God’s critters got a place in the woods of Saint John They dance and sing and get their jimble jamble back on. We see it happening, and we laugh, for of them we are fond. They are jiving and ......Read the rest...

...Friday May 13th, 2022 An excerpt taken from a lengthy tome, written courtesy a favorite poet of mine. Paraskevidekatriaphobia struck within a blink, I swear yours truly never took a drink, ......Read the rest...

...We used to play truth or dare behind Saint Johns church, with the dirty girls a few blocks over. Most of the time we chose dare because we were ready to feel fire. In that darkened parking lot, ......Read the rest...

...The Witch of Winslow Street In West Saint John, no fortune sprang. But greatness graced the Blue Rock Gang. As Carleton rascals, David Goss And Bobby Alexander launched A secret goal that made......Read the rest...

...Sleep O’Sleep we all must be, Tucked ourselves between pillows comfy, While Rough men fought and sacrificed bled, That’s what the Great Winston Churchill said, All is talk and talk with words, ......Read the rest...

...You came home from Quebec, you were never alone; your shadow chased you around town like a dog in love or out of love. They told me you have been to......Read the rest...

...West Saint John has many ghosts, As many ghosts as people. They move in mist where shadows twist, And scrutinize church steeples. Martello Tower proudly sits Upon the Carleton Heights. A cava......Read the rest...

...Never bug the Ug Wug, or he’ll be bugging you. He lives inside a cold dark cave near Douglas Avenue. Some people say they’ve seen him swimming in the tide. Spinning in a whirlpool, he’s quite preo......Read the rest...

...The Saint John River rolls along Under skies of baby blue, Touching lives of country folk Just the way it used to do Before the war to better times, When steamboats churned and church bells......Read the rest...

...Silent! Open your Bible to Saint John 11:35 Somewhere at the junction of fate and survival let's see the guiltless tears quaking this messed land! Old sweat of the saints gathered Ancient bloo......Read the rest...

...UNCLE ELDON Now that I am old, I see more clearly through my mind's eye, than I did in my youth, all those special people who played such a wonderful part in my life. Among these people, ther......Read the rest...

...GUNSHOT WOUND TO THE HEART From a two-room schoolhouse high on a hill over the Fundy Bay, I sat at an old wooden desk daydreaming. The ink stains and etchings which were dug deep into its surfa......Read the rest...