Lost Songs of the Revolution

By John Hulse

An astonishing collection of poems from John Hulse. His award winning poetry and stories touch on subjects of social justice, religion and spirituality, politics and humor. The book was written to try and raise money and awareness for veterans causes. Proceeds from the book will be directed towards veterans organizations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Aug 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9781698712598

John Hulse

John Hulse is a poet, artist, and filmmaker from Anderson, Indiana. He is the author of more than a dozen books and his work has won awards including the International Poet of Merit Award and the Shakespeare Trophy of Excellence and is on the ACC Wall of Honor. Mr. Hulse has also worked as a book editor for dozens of universities and publishing companies all over the world.

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Contents

mom’s water trick

1001 Ways to Make America Great and Other Random Thoughts (for Tuli)

I Am Waiting (for Lawrence)

poetry

The Joke I Wrote for David Letterman

Hong Kong translation of sci-fi movie

Biden is over the moon (for Gil)

what was handed down to my generation…

these are the dave’s i know

That’s How Bad It Is (October 2005)

here I’m alive (and here I’m dead)

my two Saint Bernard stories

I hope they know how sorry I am

my chocolate queen saved the day again

pink bird, blue bear, and a kangaroo in pajamas

See, I fixed it

Adia

blood counts

inflation 2022

your tornado love

pee-oh-kah

perfection

That’s How Bad It Is (November 2005)

The Oh So Rare, Triple FUBAR!

Gallows of my fear

on the back of a dollar

in the navy

Beautiful Paul

How many more until we graduate?

no wonder my grandfather was always smiling

Now, That’s a Leg Up

fair shake

our heroes a time traveler

Of course I did

for them it was a fucking miracle

Their version of a happy ending

she said she had never been so insulted in her life

high anxiety

now is the time of monsters

in your presence

trying to hold on

It Could Be

shimmering substance

true definition of greatness

The Ballad of Thomas Granger

The Big Lie

yul brenner would have been so proud!

she never holds anything back

poems written on rooftops on what might just be my last day here on this earth

the no suspense is killing me

for one of my friends in the FBI (for A. M.)

Anti-gun ad

april 4, 2016

Eschew Obfuscation

98 Pairs of BooBies

sister bliss makes me happy

The First Dilemma of the Day

early morning hallucination

8:23am May 19

not sure about the science behind that statement

Toothpaste

To The Poems That I Wrote On Electric Typewriters All Over The World

PTSD #4

for dorothy parker

dead sea navigator (for Richard)

you see, there really is a god

sometimes the dumbest things

It happened just like that (word for word)

to the lost volume of poetry, part 1

conch shell

so tired I could hardly pray

one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me

honey, I have no idea

BIG GOLD STAR

What would you do?

O’Henry and Me

Thought in the Shower

july 13, 7:41am

No Thank You

impossible to define, impossible to endure

Terrible at the Highest Level

a living death

it was suicide every day

What I’m Doing Is Just All Wrong

an absolutely terrible idea in a world full of terrible ideas

From Bastogne to Here

distractions

the poems that I have to write for joni

The Bush Economy

Tokyo love story #7

they couldn’t even say it with a straight face

and it was a good one, too

Inflation #4

Guinness

my father never gave me a piece of bad advice

where the water tastes like wine

stop, before it’s too late

You just made a Big One, adolf

Reagan

Not the Way to End the Evening

it’s the thought that counts

Free Jack Terrier with Papers

oakland, ca 1989, anderson, in 2009

Hopeful Romantic

Potato Story

starvation 1986

working poor #47

get it now, dumbass! (LOL)

A World Renowned Expert On Socks

new handle

my two wives devices

PTSD (October 14)

She May Be Right

A.G.

Fire Island 1987

life lesson #10

I fed her her last meal

nope

The story I wrote that got my phone tapped by the NSA

mom’s water trick

my mom gathered us around a white plastic bowl

filled with water.

she promised us an incredible

magic trick!

my uncle was just home from Vietnam

and even as kids we could

feel the wild energy

in the air.

my uncle was six foot five

and my mom had to struggle to reach

the top of his head.

she pulled a hair out of my uncle’s head

holding it up to the light

and twisting it between her fingers.

the first one was no good.

she tried again,

reaching skyward toward the top

of my uncle’s head.

he protested a little this time,

but mom got another one.

ahhhhhhh, perfect. she said.

she held her hand an inch over

the bowl of water

and carefully let go.

my uncle’s hair

fell gently into the bowl

making small ripples in the water.

we waited....

There do you see it! my mom shouted.

we couldn’t tell what was happening...

Look! Look closer.

we pressed our tiny faces even closer

to the bowl.

then out of nowhere....WHAMMM!

we were covered with water and in a small state of shock

and surprise!

my mother had reached her hand high in the air

and brought it down straight

in the center of the water

in the bowl.

we all laughed hysterically and chased each other

all through the house

giggling like the innocents we were.

we sent a message of love and happiness

all the way to the stars.

No charge.

1001 Ways to Make America Great and

Other Random Thoughts (for Tuli)