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Lanier Thomas Poem
“S”
by Lanier Thomas
So,
Seeing
Successful
Salubrious
Senators sitting
Supposedly serving
Silently subordinate
Society, so sickening
Stomachs, several sundry sullen
Students spurned supporting such senators.
Copyright © Lanier Thomas | Year Posted 2024
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A star shown above his birth for two years;
A star that only those of faith could see.
He left His royal court and majesty
In humble exchange for a trough and tears.
Because of my sin I could not see Him,
Even though His star shown brightly around.
Then His holy hand reached out and touched me
And pulled me back from the abyss’s rim.
I see His radiance and glory now
Beside the lowly feed trough where He lies.
During this very season of seasons
Before His majesty I humbly bow.
Copyright © Lanier Thomas | Year Posted 2024
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Fair are my dream souvenirs of flowery fields.
Fairer still are my thoughts of you when I awake.
The magic of your memory over me wields
A secret sorcery that only you can make.
I am completely yours, my heart is held captive.
I have no will of my own and am wholly yours.
Somehow, you are a mighty force that is tractive
And my happy heart under your fair pull endures.
I do not want to be free from your enchantment.
In your soft arms I find my greatest contentment.
Give me all of your love and your sweet kisses, too.
And like the flowers in beauty live, just we two.
by Lanier Thomas
Copyright © Lanier Thomas | Year Posted 2024
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The crack of the bat,
The roar of the crowd,
The smell of the earth,
In these hallowed fields.
The taste of the hotdog,
The sun in my face,
The warm gentle breeze,
In these hallowed fields.
The windup of the pitcher,
The call of the ump,
The anger of the batter,
In these hallowed fields.
The cheer of good friends,
The closeness of family,
The kiss of my spouse,
In these hallowed fields.
Copyright © Lanier Thomas | Year Posted 2024
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Headphones on my head
Deep Purple heavy rocking
Sleep with metal dreams
Copyright © Lanier Thomas | Year Posted 2024
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Lanier Thomas Poem
Sea Waves
by Lanier Thomas
Breathe the salty air
Hear the waves caress the shore
Find peace in one’s soul
Copyright © Lanier Thomas | Year Posted 2024
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St. Patrick was a slave.
He escaped and then forgave.
He brought Christ’s holy word
To those who had not heard.
They had been his captors.
He saved them from terrors.
With shamrock plant in hand
He helped them understand
That God was very grand.
God is a Trinity
In His divinity.
God is filled full of love
For those born from above.
This thrilled the Irish so.
They were happy to know
No more fear in the night
That them a god might smite.
They embraced Jesus Christ
And found that He sufficed.
That is why to this day
We hold St. Patrick's Day.
Copyright © Lanier Thomas | Year Posted 2025
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A lovelier flower I never did see
than the fair beauty that now stands before me.
A lovelier music I never did hear
Than the sweetest voice of one I hold so dear.
I never felt a purer or truer thing
Than when on your precious hand I placed that ring.
Copyright © Lanier Thomas | Year Posted 2025
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If Not For Christ
by Lanier Thomas
If not for Christ I am aware I’d be dead.
When I was young I was quite out of my head.
The wrong things controlled me. I thought it was I.
Jesus still loved me. I have no idea why.
Like a light in the darkest of stormy nights,
Or when the waves crashed about and gave me frights,
Jesus was there and lifted me in His arms
And carried me safely from all of the harms.
I owe Him my freedom, which I did not know.
I owe Him my life that I had squandered so.
I cannot repay Him for His affection,
Love is all He asks for His intervention.
Copyright © Lanier Thomas | Year Posted 2025
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The Storm uttered his vengeful voice
Breathing threats on all mortals below.
With power he showed his flashing bolts
And shook the earth with his mighty hands.
The trees cried loudly as they were rent.
The rivers drank more than they could bear.
Creatures hid in quivering protest
As the storm’s soldiers marched quickly by.
When he passed there came a gentle touch.
His life was squandered in his fury.
The sky shone forth his bright epitaph
And mere mortals spoke ill of the dead.
Upon the earth renewed life sprang forth
And nature was blessed by his fury.
The hatred of the Storm King withal
Became the source of much grace below.
Copyright © Lanier Thomas | Year Posted 2025
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