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Tom Larrow Poem
Watching my grand-children run and play
It makes the mind wander, back to the day
Such a joy to see things as fresh and new
When you could imagine, a splendid view
The joy to smell the scent of fresh mowed hay
Watching my grand-children run and play
Watching birds as they stop, look and fly away
Dream of floating in clouds, on this glorious day
You say it's a waste of time, it won't pay the rent
Or is that our excuse as we increase our debt
Watching my grand-children run and play
It seems the older we get, the faster we stray
We borrowed this land from our grand-children you see
Will we leave children a lush garden or a dead sea
Have we crippled their spirit, with a world in disarray
Watching my grand-children run and play
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2011
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Tom Larrow Poem
A Hollow moon sleeps
Atop the calm sea water
under a blanket of clouds
Earth and moon rest as one soul
awaiting grace from sunrise
beauty of the soul
in uniting the two worlds
is in shades of blue
For all lovers to observe
hearts will beat as one spirit
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2011
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The day has come, alas the time is at hand
For all people on earth, in all of the lands
To fight the demon of man, usury and greed
Cyberspace is our garden for planting the seed
We can grow this seed, to unite all the lands
With a new found hope, we can take a stand
Those who enslave us and care not for our health
Pit man against man, while counting their wealth
Their faith is in money, metals and riches of earth
Creating banks and systems, to hide what their worth
The plan has been the same, since Jesus walked the earth
Through war after war, people still wait for his rebirth
Corporate losses are shown in red ink on a page
Ours, in rivers of blood, from the wars that they wage
With an insatiable thirst they raped and soiled the earth
They tell us "Our countries are failing", because of our girth
Its time we lift their concealment, uncover the ground
Making them liable, to the same laws that we're bound
It's not a quick cure, for problems man faces on earth
It's beginning a path, to find health, hope and mirth
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2012
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Seeking a better life and with chance at hand, our new life awaits
Wife hires on as servant, daughter and I stowaway as it departs
Our life's dreams sail on the USS Titanic, a new future to create
daughter and I conceal ourselves while wife toils with bunk-mates
We would change places to stay warm from bitter cold and storm
my young baby I wrapped up tight, this kept her warm to my delight
We count days till our new home, I worry and pray my wife is warm
A few days passed till that night I awoke in sheer terror and fright
Hearing metal tear, as cries and screams begin a siren sounds above
We're in warmth deep beneath the decks I grab my joy to face regret
We're not far from mom, I push and shove to get her one deck above
The time is short as I open door, to reveal wife's tears, glad to see, yet
to escape I tie a rope about our waists for in this flight can't separate
Then we begin our quest to the night air knowing we're 5 decks below
scaling 2 decks with speed, all converge but keep moving can't hesitate
Baby in hand we drag and claw moving to air, all moving with the flow
One more flight of stairs to fresh air, I take wife's hand to lead her their
Ship tilts as we get through door to sky then falling down into the night
A sudden jerk as rope catches pipe saving us as others fall in pairs
with bitter cold and death insight, I plan again how to win this fight
A mans wool coat 4 feet above I grab his coat as life slips from hope
Wrapping about my baby and wife, for warmth, in this my last night
Water rising swiftly only a few feet below, I swing wife and cut rope
Their flight to the ocean, as I follow them into the icy cold midnight
We find each other in this dark abyss, then fight to swim to life
We reach trash still afloat raising wife and babe to safety I cover tight
death assured in my last fight I tie raft to boat and tell my loving wife
I love you both fight to save your lives, as I sink from view in the night
Hours passed her body heat spent, pulls to boat in her last attempt
She wraps baby in all the clothes and begs they save her from my fame
Her baby safe as she can plan she cuts the rope with this last lament
When you all survive, let all who ask know my sweet daughter's name
This is a fictional account of the youngest survivors journey to safety, Elizabeth Gladys Dean
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2012
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Tom Larrow Poem
M Angel call L
When God calls little
children to dwell with
Him above,
We mortals sometime
question the wisdom of
His love.
No heartache compare with
the death of a small child
They make this world so
wonderful with Just a laugh
and their smile
All grieving words to Heaven
will tell all the loved ones
in his fold
The Dreams, Hopes & Wishes
for a child that won't
grow old
Close eyes, Clasp hands & Speak
words bespeak your belief
Then a metamorphic change
within you will deepen your
Faith and Belief
God knows how much we need them,
He takes but a few
To strengthen belief in the
Heaven that one day we
all will view
Believing this is difficult yet
somehow all of us must try,
The saddest word spoke on
this earth will always be
" Goodbye "
When a little child departs,
this earth, to those who
get left behind
Know God loves all the
children, but
" Little Angels "
are hard to find.
Shadowbrook Poet
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2016
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At best, life is just mass confusion
Finding what's real and what's just an illusion
Speak of politics. Do I dare?
When finding the truth is so rare.
Because politicians are just an optical illusion!
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2013
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With life on the mend
Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Guide you thru each day
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2012
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Tom Larrow Poem
Owls search the dark night
To feed on all life that moves
head spins I see You
For Animal Haiku Contest
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2011
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Believe in God's Heaven, your wishes will soar,
to be heard by family inside heaven's door.
Tell grandpa and grandma, my daughter, your son
of raising your children in the Florida sun.
The Great Spirit will listen, to the words that you speak
and judge from your heart, if your spirit is weak.
He will fill heart and spirit to carry the fight,
through the darkness ahead, trust in the light
For peace in the darkness, speak with your friends,
know wisdom and guidance, will be what he sends
Not fearing the darkness, enter it strong
praying his answer will come with a song.
Your wishes will soar to the heavens above,
through family and friends about the one that you love.
I'm not a prophet, seer or fool,
just a man who lives by this earthly rule .
Children are treasures, as I speak to the sky
that they should enjoy life, long after I die.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
When prayers are answered, your children will thrive.
For "Compose A Prayer" contest
Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2011
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Tom Larrow Poem
Paintings in the sky
Kaleidoscopic colors
Mirth restored to Earth
"Haiku Weekend" contest entry
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