Louis Robert Samuels

West Palm Beach, Florida

Born: Dec. 1, 1912, NYC; Married: Angelina (Julie), March 30, 1989. This is a great honor for me and my family: Joseph, Chris, Irwin, Elaine, Mike, Karen, Joseph, Josh, Daniel, Kate, Adam, Craig, Maya, Lauren, Rayna, Darrah; Education: James Monroe High School, CCNY; Occupation: Retired; Member: The International Society of Poets, Bonsai Club, Japanese Society, Billiard Club, Bocci, New York City Marathon, Track and Field events; Personal: My wife, Angelina encouraged me to join the ISP Society, which I will never forget. I won my poetry award at the ISP in Washington, DC. My winning poem was "The Window." Since joining ISP, my life has lifted to where I live to write poetry, children's poetry for God's children. Haiku has recently been added to my love of poetry. Thanks to ISP.

THE WINDOW

With nose so pressed, as pressed could be,
A little boy keeps standing there,
And licks his lips, as if to say,
How longer yet to Christmas Day?

With water seeping out his shoes.
And fingers crossed, as if to choose,
He waved his hand, and said... who knows!
Then went his way, but left his nose.

ANGELINA

Ah, were that I be saint of beast,
I will love thee always,
E'er my life be ceased
Kiss me tenderly, and I shall drink
As of the wine of angels,
Guide me to the depths of thy heart,
And I shall know as of the ways of heaven,
Embrace me, that I might feel the warmth of thy being,
Comfort me, as the leaf, in the bosom of the tree,
Love me as I love thee,
This, be I confess my love eternal.

HAIKU

Asking directions,
A blind beggar
Points the way.

"Ask not for a key",
Said the spider
"Be my guest".

Lacking a garment,
The baby's exposed behind
Awaits the fly.

The escaped convict
Pulling his steel ball,
Never looked back.

Not yet dawn...
Coffee wakes me,
Climbing stairs.

How guilty the spider
Wearing his bib,
Stalking his next meal.