Thompson Poems - Poems about Thompson

Well known sportsman, balanced views and commentary Are the foundations; upon which he stands.'...

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John Thompson 'COMING BACK'    /____BLIGHTY_______ ww1    \...

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Wearied by our crass negligence, Troubled by our stern ploy, We're blinded to the evidence, Nonchalant to her joy. Consumed by our intelligence, We obtain and destroy. Disrupting nature's elements, Anguish our hands employ. Plundered by greed's malevolence, Her patterns, we annoy, Though nature in her elegance, Blessings, lets us enjoy. Ashamed by our impenitence, When will we change deploy? Let's not exploit...

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Ex-medical student Francis Thompson off to Lords he went along Writing of cricket in verse producing a poem accurate but terse...

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Victory to the women who’ve survived Desertion, divorce and all that jive If your name is still Thompson, after fifty years. Maybe longer through drought, doubt and tears Do I stand alone, out above the rest? Is 50 years single enough of a test? Could be longer for some that they would speak. A hopeful name change is what one seeks. My name...

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Thompson Identifies himself with ‘p’ for a reason He has a moustache that is straight And investigation is his trait. Thomson The other of the duo makes a clear division By growing moustache with turns in ends Associates with his identical and creates new comic trends. (Fictional characters in the comic series of The Adventures of Tintin) Clerihew...

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HUMMINGBIRD - A COLLABORATION Drink little bird of the nectar of life. Drink and be stirred, far away from all strife, Choose every flower with care as you sip. Choose honey power, sweetly let it drip. How softly we hear your hum of music And with fragile ears we listen to it -- The lulling song of your euphonic voice,...

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Grace Thompson 1894-1917 At the timbered railroad depot, On lower Philadelphia Street, Across from the lumber yard and the state school there, I spent many an erstwhile afternoon, Sitting and worrying and waiting, Like an expectant Ceres, For the returning equinox, Like an agonizing Penelope, For her long lost love, From the ancient shores of Ilium, Waiting and hoping in the spring rain. And I thought a thousand...

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Ashley best describes himself as, Cheeky, funny and also happy as, He’s a student at South Bank Uni, Of sports coaching in London city. He is a very keen table tennis player, Started playing in primary, 7th year, And just missed out on London 2012, But was at Rio 2016 with his helve. 2013 and...

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She saw my pain and gifted me a crown and named me Queen when I felt like a clown She sent her gift cross the many miles And wreathed my teary face in rainbow smiles She knew what words and rhymes all mean to me And so she gifted joy to poetry A chance to add an image to my rhyme And...

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Thompson Island 1907 The rats had invaded The hens, they negated What were the school boys to do They got out the hose Those rats to dispose Whenever they came into view It was 1907 The boys six to eleven There at the Farm and Trade School They had come to learn farming But the rats were alarming So they set about for a duel The rats were...

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Sitting on the garage floor I hear a noise right by the door. I'm scared to see what it can be and out comes a snake crawling right toward me. I screamed in fear and yelled at Granny. She's the reason it got in the pantry. Dad is angry and yelled at me. Now I'm punished with no phone to speak....

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Glenn Turner and Randall "Randy" Thompson were the best police officer and volunteer firefighter in all of Cobb County, Georgia, until March 1995 (WWF Monday Night Raw and WWF Wrestle-Mania XI) and January 2001 (Raw Is War, WWF SmackDown!, and the WWF Royal Rumble) when their lives were taken away from their loving families by...

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It is not fair to day nor night That I should call your name without delight Of you smiling upon my sight Memory calls to you in frequent flight Leaving behind only a line Of Khalil Gilbran where I pine And then perhaps it's best you hide For memory calls what was long ago A younger woman, morning's bride Whose ebon hair is beginning...

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It is not fair to day nor night That I should call your name without delight Of you smiling upon my sight Memory calls to you in frequent flight Leaving behind only a line Of Khalil Gilbran where I pine And then perhaps it's best you hide For memory calls what was long ago A younger woman, morning's bride Whose ebon hair is beginning...

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