Long Thomson Poems

Posted at my new blog -Lesser Known Poets Series- continued, 
two poems written, honoring sixth poet chosen,  James Thomson
his great poem- The City of Dreadful Night
BY JAMES THOMSON (BYSSHE VANOLIS)

(1.)

As That Dawning Hour, In...

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A  is for Anton van Leeuwenhoek- in his simple  microscope made him well-known,
B is for Benjamin Franklin who invented  the electricity  from the flow of electrons.

C is for Curie, Marie -a...

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Oh how I wish with my yearning nostalgic heart
That I could wake up to find
Today had just been a nightmare of a dream
And it was still the wonderful 1980s
When I was still young carefree and...

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Hannah Crockroft has cerebral palsy from her birth, 
And having CP myself, she’s kind of special to me, 
Because CP is not derided anymore, much, as alien, 
But is called brain damage, not your own...

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A 1952s

I pulled the penny from my pocket to toss it
In the change jar. All my change goes immediately 
Into the jar upon arriving home. There it collects
Until I go to the bank and have...

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Ecotone 

I did not plant the prairie tickseed that appeared among
The cultivated flowers of my garden and quickly dominated.
It seemed to say, “We live, still!

My house sits in a tension zone, an ecological “no man’s...

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I thought it was bad enough
when you took your people’s guns,
leaving them unable to defend
themselves or anyone,
making them incapable of
resisting evil’s sway,
leaving them adrift and helpless,
it is the tyrant’s way.
But now I see it’s even...

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in the midst of a lush meadow
there stands an impressive sight
a slip of a girl on a giant white horse
poised on the verge of flight

poetic in their beauty
they begin to move
and they appear as one
from...

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Prologue
 
Abandoned and in disrepair the mansion 
Is dark now; a story behind every stanchion.
An unwitting monument to a way of life,
Since foreclosed through bloody civil strife.

Antebellum

The hush of summer evenings cued the trilling
(Fiddled on...

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The Silent Legion

Tucked into closets both near and away,
Amidst cedar planks, now alee of the fray,
Rest class A’s once borne on frames
Straight and young.

A legion of aging uniforms hold fast
Fading ribbons of campaigns past,
Honoring selfless...

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Stephen is the most successful boccia player, 
In the class BC4, he has muscular dystrophy, 
He often competes alongside Peter his brother, 
To do his best to succeed and secure victory. 

He’s been Scottish champion...

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For Jeffers: On seeing Tor House and Hawk Tower
                   For the first time

The Tor stones have grown...

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Dreamer
In my boyhood I waded shoal creeks;
Veins of living waters swirling past my
Ankles; returning home, grinding stones. 
I asked: How are rain drops like millstones?

I watched a stream of black ants scaling a tree
Through the...

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If what I say I see is an image my brain forms
From stimulation by certain waves, then
When I say I see something “over there”, I do not see it
There, I see it here in my...

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Long live the USA, my native land, the birthplace
of my granddaughter,  Shelby Renae.
Let's teach our grandchildren how to be kind.
To be thoughtful is a talent well-defined.
Don't wait until the Fourth, start today.

So many dynamos...

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Autumn Leaves

A children’s chorus opens with “Get Your Kicks
On Route 66” bringing some to smile or lip lyrics.
Others, who are closer to the intersection,
Are long since past the range of reception.

A woman is shuffling among...

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Tiny Timmy


Today Tiny Timmy tries to talk. Terry Thomson tells Timmy that talking is too 
tough for a two-year-old. Tony Thomson tells Terry not to tell Timmy that. Tammy 
Tilson tells Tony, Terry and Tiny...

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In life,
What calls the heart becomes the legacy 
We leave behind
And those endowed will assure that its destiny 
Will be manifest in kind.

Builders of
Tombs and monuments, attempts at perpetuity
By those whose vainglories feared only mortality,
(Since...

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“If a tree falls.....?”  No, there is no sound
Without an ear to hear. 
If light shines on....?  No, there is no sight
Without an eye I fear. 

Footsteps are not heard upon a stair.
Nothing...

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It's about you I care, it's you I like 
They slag me off, say I need to think 
They don't understand, why i feel the way ido 
I cant help liking you 

You taught me...

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Stars disgorge energy in waves by fissile pulsations
Equally in all directions, but do not call it darkness
Where those come not our way. Darkness is 
A matter of perspective. 

A rainbow of photons ignites our neural...

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Nothing for Something

What filled your footsteps cannot
Fill mine, yes, a wave does not
Break twice, but do you think

I too have not risen when lured
By the hopes of vacant promises; inured
The rage of empty shelves?

“Free beer...

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Blue Jay

I cupped the fallen fledgling in my palm,
And unwittingly, caused the neck
To retract the mere measure as had
Raised the hand. 

Lowering the foundling, the head rose.
Really?  I continued. Down, up;
Extend, retract, eyes fixed
Always...

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Promised Land: A Psalm of Faith

There is a kind of strength comes to a wanting land
(Where six inches of unfavored soil must withstand 
 A chance for rain), when rooted in the Word
That brings hope...

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The man she lies next to 
Is a good man; her champion,
Defender, and faithful one,

Yet she hardly noticed when the flame
Began to cool and love’s passion 
Became an obligation.

The stillness awakens in her
A time when...

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