Long Fair haired(a) Poems

Solitaire / Solitude

Solitude will be my recognition, my fame !
Solitude is my time to claim !
Solitary is my adopted name !
Solitaire is the name of my game,
to play away these hours of mine
until there is...

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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 I decided to treat myself to a living birthday present,...

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Here Ernie and I were in this loud New York train yard,
I had just promised him I'd try to save his new found love.
She was a fair haired mouse, in fact her fur was so...

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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 out of bed 
And went towards the bathroom.
He shaved himself...

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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 changed her life 
half a century ago - that memory
which...

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part 1 of 2

Annick (my 28 year old sister) came down to NYC, from Boston, for a day visit. It was one of those warm, cerulean days between Christmas and New Years. Annick’s in a...

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Backspace
All I seem to do is press erase
Here are my words, caressing Charlotte in dead space
It's against the rules to say her true name
but I needed to this day
Saying Scarlett Jade just wasn't enough
Said her...

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When I was young, I had these dolls, in various guise and shapes,
The first was been the simplest; in it no single garment
or any ornament embedded, but only made of clay and heights four inches,
“Imperfect...

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When I was young, I had these dolls, in various guise and shapes,
The first was been the simplest; in it no single garment
or any ornament embedded, but only made of clay and heights four inches,
“Imperfect...

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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 cloak appears to those who choke,
And his cowl upon ye'...

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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 have to have a hobby."
He tells me with a laugh.

Our...

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The ill woman in the wheelchair
was outspoken,elegant and fair,
and lived her life in exhuberant riches;
now,finds herself to the mercy of others,
her frazzled  mind tries to recreate an image
of those adored faces she touched with...

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fear seems to be the cause du jour
fear if it all just ended
shapes us like quivering jello molds

fear of the landline
tapping into our heads
fear of the landmine
careless gifts from the feds

electric shivers
primal and oozing
forgetting ripe...

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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 rituals in his old car
began when we set off not...

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Her hair, blonde, is twisted in the wind.
The whipping strands are the colors
of the shinning cropland 

by which she is standing. She is alone 
by this golden feed that is bounteous; wholesome as breast milk,...

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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 in a bar
Or someone you never knew in a ruined...

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The curious case 
Of
Christopher Flaherty

Who began and started out in life with
a perfectly normal human sized brain

Born with a wise old head on his
shoulder's old before his time

That over time and age regressed

And shrunk into...

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Somewhere in the general melee
we lost our imaginary horses,
                          ...

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Come strutting you tongue-wagging muckrakers. 
Sit beneath heated helmets, waiting for curls and
swirls in you blue hair. Your polished silver will soon
be displayed for all to marvel and praise.

Oh, the seven deadly sins, like the...

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Exalt femininity
in its all diverse beauty,
if kisses are roses thrown at her immovable feet;
all the whispered promises you must keep...
then be ready to enter that ecstatic state,
which every faithless one envies and can't defeat!


And the...

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Should Be My Teddy Bear

Always assumed that he was an attribute
Could be chided into teaching us how to compute
And point to this applied was totally moot
Realizing how smart he was as well as astute.

Ogden Nash...

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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 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS...

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On a grassy verge above the surging rill 
she stood fair haired and proud,
three leaf clover substrate at her toes.
Clutching saline bouquets I had plucked 
from my neighbours walk-in green house.
Woman of resplendent peerage cast...

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It's another frigid morning
that February brings in howling;
I shiver more than the stripped branches
when a fierce wind makes me think of avalanches
sliding down mountains and ravage villages,
and yet I await spring that promises renewed joys.

Being...

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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 moonlight,
mysteries increase by the dozen;
standing on the Bridge Of Sighs,
a...

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