Best Thomas Jefferson Poems
Open Letter to Thomas Jefferson
You sir, destination unknown, I dare
To address. A son of worthy causes
For land vast in majesty and vast as
Vast can be in matters of liberty;
With ideals so prim and suffused with
Philosophical forethought derived from
Your bumper harvest of keen knowledge from
Poetry to paleontology;
You the offspring of music and science,
Master of the whims of public forum,
Framer of destiny of the nation,
Bearer of the conscience of masses and
Winning hurdler of political kinks.
Now, the moldering public discourse is
Unbearable. One can no more cover
One’s nose. Nowhere is a silent shelter
From megaphone of ubiquitous din.
Where is a refuge? Simply, know not I.
I beseech you, sir, for learned counsel.
As thundering wildebeest migration
Clouds the slopes of national horizon:
Tulip of your acclaimed Law of Nature
Lies in the path of a roaring rampage.
I beg to ask, why uncanny tactile
Projections of your mind failed to measure
And forecast proneness to such afflictions.
Sir, you did not proscribe such maladies,
Or provide cautionary bells, at least.
Where have all the magistrates gone, I ask?
As I flip pages of your Summary View:
Prefaced by a motto of Cicero:
“It is the indispensable duty
Of supreme magistrate to consider
Himself as acting for community,
And obliged to support its dignity,
And assign to the people, with justice,
Their various rights, as he would remain
Faithful to the great trust reposed on him.”
Your pristine flora of the applied skills
In statesmanship and proper decorum
Is being supplanted by scurrilous
Scions of egocentric rhetoric.
Pails of justice are perceived as empty
By the parched sectors of land of plenty–
Await quenching rain of tenderness, but
Clouds of compassion remain unseeded.
Please forgive the outburst of my verses.
To rein my pen is to muzzle my soul.
Old Thomas Jefferson
Thought inventing was fun
But scared of the night
He bottled the light
Part of: Enlightenment
Gave us: Entitlement
Authored: Independence
Eradicated: Ascendance
Here's to you - founding father Thomas Jefferson
Thomas Jefferson’s Reply
I had my passion, my delight and me
To blend the union: fast, unfading, yet
Of doubtful glory. Willing to stand up
To daggers in the savage king's eyes and
Refuse submission to his sharp bare sword,
So well known to swathe the free natives red.
Let me sate your inquiry, as I know.
I tried my best to seek wise counsel and
Read leaves while I sipped tea with the statesmen.
I channeled my thoughts through my pen for then
And future generations, but shunned speech.
Resort to caustic language was although
There even then, but no one crossed the line.
Republic is a river, each drop moves
The other thus charts the course and carves banks
While conquers fissures and it shines rough stones.
Emerging puddles often clamor to
Gain access but may languish in earth’s crust.
Therein lies the charge of sage leader to
Corral the feral thinking and beliefs.
Remember, democratic rule counts heads
Which adds to total richness of content.
It takes a circle to uphold the pole
Atop the crest of democratic climb.
Thus the need for each and all to pitch in.
Spare me from smear of gossip on my tomb–
Though my components have now ceased to be
My thoughts are sprinkled in the pixie dust.
And I have left my writings on shared rack.
Search the shelves and you shall find all you seek.
Was it just coincidence or the work of hidden powers
that Jefferson and John Adams passed on within few hours
on a very weighty date indeed , which was July the fourth,
a day of celebration uniting south and north,
and furthermore a jubilee that fell this selfsame year,
In eighteen twenty-six, a time of joy and cheer?
Monroe, fifth president in line, died on the selfsame date,
though in his case I have to say he was a few years late.
At length Tom Jefferson woke up from a state like sleep,
and felt the urge to wander off and grant himself a peep.
Would Charon, grave ferryman, let him cross the Stygian brook?
The sullen figure thereupon, with a bleak and doleful look,
warned the hopeful president he’d be in for a nasty shock
once Charon’s bark had landed him close to the Plymouth rock..
Though America had outlived wars and then a mighty slump,
he was less sure of its chances at the blast of the final trump.
It might therefore be wiser to rest up in heaven or hell
than on earth to witness the toll of the Liberty’ knell.