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Mary Thompson Poem
My Butterfly
Furry little caterpillar in
your coat of black and brown
It's so very hard to tell
if you are up or down
From your lofty branch
you fall onto a leaf below
Only to decide again
that's not the way to go
you are so steadfast
in your flight
I have such sympathy
for your plight
As you inch about to and fro
I wonder why I love you so
Then as the miracle
of life's performed
With golden wings
you are transformed
Your former self left stiffly dried,
no more a furry coat inside
Now as you glide on currents high
I need not wonder ,why I sigh...
Tis you I love, my Butterfly!
Author Mary Thompson
May/2000
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Mary Thompson Poem
What Could Have Been
I lie awake and feel the pain
I dream about what might have been
if only you were the one
who took my hand and led me home
but dreams are where we hide from life
with all it's sadness and it's strife
I needed you this lonely night
to make me smile to make it right
and say the words I need to hear
so sorry... I'll make you happy dear
but all I see is an empty heart
I should have known it from the start
for one as singular as you
could never love with love that's true
you never saw my love for you
and left me here to muddle through
I see you standing near the edge
of unexpected love thus pledged
only to walk away to stay
well this is all I have to say
may your dreams tonight awaken you
to feel the pain the way I do
when your true love denies you too
and tears of sorrow soak you through
my love... if only... you were the one
who took my hand and led me home
my pain would finally set me free
and you would always be with me
Author: Mary Thompson ..2011
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Mary Thompson Poem
The Pond
Oh golden pond, I gaze at you
waiting for your point of view
I sit and wait for what will be
enticed by rays of light I see
Bathed in pink from mornings kiss
your waters reflect the skies abyss
A crimson orb so real so red
softly resting on it's lily pad bed
Upon a reed the dragonfly flares
just emerging from it's lair
In a nest of green upon a log
the croaking song of a little frog
Bright flecks of gold dart by so free
for all the world and me to see
Unknown to them beneath the tree
who could this hidden menace be?
A feathered hunter stalks the shore
waiting for just one bite more
Alas the darkness saves their stress
as the pond starts to redress
Bathed in twilight colors bold
the lilies of the night unfold
White as the creamy moon on high
await the moth for a kiss on the fly
Evening now, the mist appears
bright stars reflect like shrouded spheres
Now is the time for a soft adieu
I really hate to leave the view.
But dawn will come quite soon it's true
when all the changing hues anew.
Oh golden pond, I have to say
what an ending you have given to my day!
author: Mary Thompson/Dec 2001
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Mary Thompson Poem
On The Job
In the misty morning light
A parade of characters strolls on site.
I sit there at my portal gate
I check who is sick and those just late
I see burly men, some strapping teens,
lean muscled men in their tight blue jeans
They get right to work with no messing around
digging and plodding across the cold hard ground
As midday rolls on, they are surprising to me
how much work and commitment I see
Do they work for simple praise of job, well done?
Maybe sometimes, there is none
They work hard for families, bills, and cars
some even work for a few beers at the bars
When all their labor is finally through
that tall condo grew and grew
Their sweat and grit have made it shine
with owner's proud to say, it's mine!
After all, is said and done
We have to thank these guys a ton
I tip my cap and say a fond adieu
to this sweaty, dirty working crew
as they pass my gate in the setting sun
and all their toil and labor is done.
Mary Thompson
July 2022
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Mary Thompson Poem
Who Am I?
This woman I've become... who is she?
What might I find... what will I see?
Where does the essence of... my soul lie?
I pray... I find it... bye and bye.
Is it deeply hidden...dark within?
or just under my thick skin.
Maybe... only on the top... at the surface of my heart!
At times... I search... not knowing where to start.
In the deepest reaches of my being
just what is it... I'm not seeing?
I know not what I'm looking for
but feel it's knocking on my door!
Is it... my kindness... or disdain
that which causes my heart pain?
Maybe... it's the babe inside
clutching pain it wants to hide.
Always tugging... at my being
scolding me for not seeing!
Will it be... my strength or confidence...I'm lacking
That will forever keep me tracking?
What do I have that ...I can give
to make my life... really live?
I sometimes feel I'm trapped within... this shell that I possess
Eager to free my soul and let my... heart undress!
Who Am I?
Author: Mary Thompson 2003
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Mary Thompson Poem
First Love
A love worn photo from within
my drawer
a testament to a love no more
Yet your face still haunts
my dreams
never to depart it seems
Remembering your sweet
and heady smell
your soft enchanting touch
I knew so well
No one could love you more
I know
I loved you more than words
could show
Where are those green fields
that I miss
those long and sultry days of bliss
For there we stole
a lovers sigh
a loving kiss a soft goodbye
A love we both could not deny
even though we would not try
Your voice still whispers
in the wind
a promise never to rescind
To love each other evermore
till again
we meet at heaven's door
What folly was it then
we made
lying in that cool green glade
For alas...I lost you
to another
sadly gone was my first lover
Though ....but for dreams
we are apart
you'll always dwell within my heart
Never, never to depart
Author: Mary Thompson
Dec. 2000
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Mary Thompson Poem
Was It Foolish Times
Foolish times
foolish times
was my life always
foolish times!
Fitting in
fitting in
was it foolish times
I needed for
fitting in!
Looking good
looking good
was it foolish times of
fitting in that kept me
looking good!
Silly fool
silly fool
was it foolish times of
fitting in that kept me
looking good
silly fool!
In love
in love
was it foolish times of
fitting in that kept me
looking good
silly fool
in love!
Foolish times
Fitting in
Looking good
Silly fool
In love
was all it was!
Author: Mary Thompson
Feb. 2000
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