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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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Lanier Thomas Poem
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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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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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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There is a dogwood tree planted in our front lawn.
It reveals its beauty with each glorious dawn.
It was pretty when young, but lovelier with age.
Majestic white flowers, like modeling on stage.
You gave your body so our children could be born.
I know you think you look rotund and very worn.
Yet, to me you are still as beautiful as when
Our first date and first kiss and our love did begin.
So, don’t think I will want any other woman.
I could not do that and see myself a true man.
I love you for yourself and just the way you are.
You are lovelier than the whitest dogwood flow’r.
Copyright © Lanier Thomas | Year Posted 2024
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The trees clap hands as the birds gaily sing
The hope and joy that the new day will bring.
The redwing blackbird in the cattails hymns.
The fish keeps beat time as it jumps and swims.
Above clouds swim past in an ocean blue.
The sun warms the green grass and melts the dew.
The honeybees whiz past on their business
Passing by flowers in their accismus.
It is a good day to drift in the grass
And watch dainty butterflies as they pass.
Out in the tall grass the grasshoppers buzz.
The wind blows past the dandelion fuzz.
I remove the stalk of grass from my teeth
And dozing, pillow my head on the heath.
I have not a care in the world it seems
And my mind is only filled with good dreams.
Copyright © Lanier Thomas | Year Posted 2024
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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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I have seen that house a hundred times,
The one upon which the old vine climbs.
So poignant and so melancholy,
That place had once been the omphali.
Now it was abandoned, dark, and drear
And seeing it made me shed a tear.
I always wondered what sort of joy,
And happiness the house did enjoy.
Was there pain and hurt and deep sorrow?
Why did it not get a tomorrow?
Maybe it just needs another chance
To give it ability to dance.
We were the center of our fam’lies’
And were living out our fantasies.
What happened to us I do not know.
It has been years since I watched you go.
Perhaps we just need another chance
To give us ability to dance.
Copyright © Lanier Thomas | Year Posted 2024
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