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Lori Thomson Poem
Tonight,
I found myself.
I remembered who I am…
or who I used to be.
I remembered that
I was strong.
I was a fighter.
I was a survivor.
I was steel.
I'd bend,
but I would never break.
Tonight,
I remembered that
I am my father's daughter.
And I don't need someone,
anyone...
to lift me up,
to carry me,
to save me.
I can lift myself up.
I can overcome anything.
I can save myself.
I am my father's daughter.
Non Oblitus…
Not forgotten.
Our family crest,
our motto,
our creed.
It is what he believed.
What he lived
and it is what I honour.
What I won't ever forget.
is that
I am strong.
I am a fighter.
I am a survivor.
I am steel.
I'll bend
but I won't ever break.
And I don't need saving.
I can save myself, thank you.
Non Oblitus...
Not forgotten,
that to my innermost core,
I am…my father's daughter.
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Lori Thomson Poem
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 head to back to hoove
you can see the giant beast
respond to invisible cues
as he begins to accelerate
to a place just out of view
you begin to sense the urgency
as the pair picks up speed
and you watch the desperation
as she pushes the giant steed
faster, just a lil faster
and it will be all right
all the sorrow of reality
is lost in the midst of flight
just a little harder
we're almost at the end
and the beast gives her everything
on him she can depend
the vision on that meadow
is enough to make a soul ache
watching a free spirit
and her horse make their escape
gradually they slow
his coat glistening in the sun
she leans in and hugs him
and thanks him for the run
looking into his deep brown eyes
she whispers her gratitude
stroking his white mane
they begin to walk on cue
slowly they walk the meadow
as desperation evaporates
leaving bewitched bystanders
in awe at the look upon her face
the frantic pace lost
by the run upon her beast
sorrow left in their dust
upon his back she finds her peace
they stop again and she strokes him
with all her aching heart
and knows he's her freedom
protecting her from the start
he nuzzles her soft cheek
as if he understands
and wants her to know
he's home beneath those hands
swiftly as she mounts him
agile and with grace
they begin to walk the meadow
looks of peace upon their faces
as they reach the meadows edge
they begin to fade from sight
the girl on her magnificent white steed
disappearing in the night
written by: Lori Thomson
contest: Rain, The Story
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Lori Thomson Poem
I want a life with no regrets
one shiny, bright, and new
bereft of stains and rips and tears
untarnished and unused.
No dents or dings, not slightly worn
refurbished just won't do
I want a life with no regrets
and I want it minus you.
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Lori Thomson Poem
Ripped into tiny bits and pieces,
My world coming apart at its creases.
They’re swept away in a single gust,
Like miniscule feathery motes of dust.
Out of sight they float away,
As I watch and wish and hope and pray.
Gone forever those tiny bits and pieces,
Bid them farewell as you release them.
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inky black night
stars brightly sparkling
earths giant shadow
moon slowly fading
dark shadow spreading
a total lunar eclipse
a rare winter solstice
not to be missed
finally total coverage
only one light to see
a bright orange penumbra
meant for only me
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Lori Thomson Poem
One joyful swig of your ice cold ecstasy
causes electric shivers of the most unique kind
as clear venom trickles blissfully downwards
once again reassuring me soon I’ll feel sublime
Slowly liquid fire burns thru every inch of me
And that sweet heat fills my dark emptiness
My senses are dulling and I’m totally numb
One more hit of ambrosia and I’ll care even less
Losing myself in your ephemeral liquid reprieve
I find temporary peace and solace of the soul
But too soon the bloom of the ambrosia fades
sad emptiness reappears to take its infinite toll
Live in brutal reality or lost in tranquil harmony
Christ, is there even really a choice to make
Just one more sip of fiery liquid amnesia
And the cycle continues with every sip that I take
To drink or not to drink is a daily struggle
The difference between numbness or enormous pain
Yeah, I guess there really is a choice to make
Choose wrong and there will be no me left to save
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Lori Thomson Poem
If wishes were horses,
then beggars would ride,
or so the saying goes.
If what I wished mattered,
then life would be perfect,
or so I would suppose.
But wishes aren't real,
and beggars don't ride,
they beg, and borrow, and steal.
And my wishes mean nothing,
to the one who means everything,
so screw the way I feel.
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Lori Thomson Poem
I gazed into my shadow
only those who seek shall find
I know the day I found myself
was the day I lost my mind
for I fell in love with madness
that darkness of the soul
those twisted mental corridors
where sanity dares not go
intentions innocent and evil
I love the terror in your eyes
when I feel your gaze upon me
with that fear you can't disguise
from the razor's edge of sanity
I hear dementia's call
let the world begin to slip away
let madness consume us all
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Lori Thomson Poem
The strangers came today
they said you were gone.
Gone?
Impossible.
They're wrong.
It's a mistake,
a sick joke,
a horrible dream.
You can't be gone.
It's too soon.
There's so much left unsaid,
so much left to do,
so much life left to live.
We need more time,
we need you.
So they're wrong…
completely, totally,
and irrevocably, wrong.
It's a mistake,
a sick joke,
a horrible dream.
It has to be...
right?
Yeah, of course it is.
Cuz I'm not ready.
Nowhere near ready
to let you go,
to say goodbye,
to accept the truth,
to face reality,
to admit you're gone.
So for now,
I choose to believe that
they're liars,
and lunatics,
and bastards.
For now, they're wrong.
And everything's as it should be.
You are you.
We are as we've always been…
together,
a team,
a family.
Quite simply,
we are...us.
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Today the strangers didn't come
In fact, no one did
The house was empty
And far too quiet
With just the ghosts of our past
Floating silently on the wind
as our only companions
I miss you dad.
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