FJ Thomas Poet Sedoka

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Broken Reflections

I tend my bruised face;
she rides, no care in the world.
How I wish I could be her.
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                       Living in my car,
                       she stares from her lavish home.
                       How I wish I could be her.

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Tonye George June 23, 2024 at 5:12 AM Facts of life. We always see things from a distance and wish the worst on ourselves thinking it would bring us happiness, when in fact we should be grateful for where we are and what we are at that point. Grey write FJ.

Line Gauthier January 15, 2023 at 8:14 AM The irony of it all ~ well penned, FJ ~ FJ Thomas January 15, 2023 at 10:18 PM Exactly, thank you :)

Mystic Rose Rose January 14, 2023 at 11:20 AM revealing with a touch of melancholy F J FJ Thomas January 14, 2023 at 4:32 PM Thank you for so much of your attention Vie.

Michael Tor January 12, 2023 at 12:13 PM FJ heartfelt piece my friend. So many are hurting these days and we spend billions on other countries and wars and we can't take care of our own. Really sad my friend... FJ Thomas January 12, 2023 at 6:24 PM There is a lot of pain in this world. Hope you've been okay over there Michael!

Paul Callus January 12, 2023 at 3:57 AM A poem of contrasts, examining the two sides of the coin. Things are not always what they seem to be ... judging a book by the cover can lead to disappointment. ~ Warm regards // paul FJ Thomas January 12, 2023 at 8:37 AM Very much so. Hello Paul :)

Mrs. Yolanda Nicholsen January 12, 2023 at 3:21 AM Homeless awareness very touching FJ Thomas January 12, 2023 at 8:36 AM Good morning Yolanda, it is one that hurts my heart. Thank you

Arlo Parker January 11, 2023 at 2:29 PM Poignant reflection on state of social outcasts. Simple, powerful, FJ. ;o/ FJ Thomas January 12, 2023 at 8:36 AM Thank you Arlo :)

Joanna Daniel January 11, 2023 at 7:20 AM The grass looks greener on the other side always, superb one, Flo:) FJ Thomas January 11, 2023 at 9:24 AM And sometimes it was never green at all... thanks Jo :)

Joseph May January 10, 2023 at 7:13 AM A poignant verse on the rift between rich and poor, Good to see you Flo, hugs FJ Thomas January 10, 2023 at 7:43 AM Good morning Joseph, and thank you.

William Kelii Kekaula January 10, 2023 at 5:57 AM I like the comings and goings that you've imparted here, FJ, a perspective shared lives my friend, Aloha William FJ Thomas January 10, 2023 at 7:56 AM Mahalo William. A sad reality in this world. Take care dear haku mele

Deb M January 10, 2023 at 5:23 AM Sad part of reality unfortunately and not fair …life isn't fair! Beautifully said and powerful FJ…..Debx FJ Thomas January 10, 2023 at 7:42 AM No it isn't, Deb. Thank you Deb :)

David Kavanagh January 10, 2023 at 4:02 AM Who knows what goes on in other people’s lives FJ, on the surface it may appear to be a dream, but in reality they may well be sharing the same nightmare, a brilliant approach taken here, cheers David FJ Thomas January 10, 2023 at 7:40 AM I very much agree David. Even those closest to them often have no idea. Thank you for another visit!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 9, 2023 at 9:42 PM Potent little poem, visceral, perfection. xomo Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 10, 2023 at 7:43 AM I’m doing ok, thank you for asking. Finally moved out of the toxic mould, so my brain and muse are coming back on line. <3 FJ Thomas January 9, 2023 at 10:45 PM Mahalo Mo! How are you doing Lady?!