Best Fair Haired(A) Poems

I'll ride with you awhile, my friend
Until the wind turns cold.
I'm not as young as I once was -
Just feelin' kinda old.

I used to ride...

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As Marion trod the old familiar path
leading to the river of her childhood,
she viewed the willow tree across the river
and recalled with clarity
the event that...

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A fervent fairy
In romantic dream
Holds a watering
Can, flitting over
Her daisy sweetheart.

Morning sunlight
Obscure bee whirs,
Round fair-haired face
Tease twinkle toes.

Mice clamor, 
Hedgehog rolls 
Heather blooms.

Weaving 
Spider

Hides.

1/6/2021...

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Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poem By THOMAS LAM HSI


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the...

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He had no garments old or new 
that didn’t have a hole burnt through
from sparks when he lit up his pipe
and nearly set himself alight.
Smoke...

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Last great Adventure

The road had, for some strange, mysterious reason, beckoned.
There was to be one more great adventure, I had reckoned.

Alone ?, maybe ?, ...

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O Serenissima,*fabled city 
guarding the bluest lagoon, remain
the Queen of the Adriatic Sea;
on a gondola I glide while
the gondolier sings to luminous stars.

Under bridges of...

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My husband is a shooter,
Which isn't always fun,
As every weekend 
He's out somewhere with his gun.
So quality time together 
Can sometimes be quite sparse,
"But I...

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Rum bottle nods with sanction
on gentle sway
The old dog spat snuff juice
that took wind
Puffins drift below the haze 
Cape Flattery
is no tale

Chocolate on a white...

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Once, inside o' an Irish family's Derrygoolin farmhouse in the 1940s,
A boy named Anthony heard the woman whose word is death, himself, foreseen.

When the reaper's...

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He made no move at all 
As the alarm clock went off. 
But ten minutes later, 
It was obvious he was awake. 
He lifted himself...

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Green has an empowering richness of vibrant color,
it evokes those spring meadows beneath bright clouds...
where pretty fair-haired girls pick up emerald shamrocks
for Saint Patrick's Day...

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He rode in on a  promise that built a frail
being a King to the North he tried
all kingdoms of heaven he did mount
to find...

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Death’s fair haired blue-eyed boy
Rode his white horse into the West.

Where they stepped the flowers
Trembled in the earth.

A sign?  A significant coincidence?
Like meeting death...

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My birthday gift, to me.
In prose 
   This night of November 27th , in our year of the lord, two thousand and one...

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