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Thomas Martin Poem
she comes
the nurse who makes us all
feel better
whose mere presence uplifts us
to our higher joyous selves
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2016
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Thomas Martin Poem
Constance
a fine but sad poet
her poems run deep
into love paradisial
or fraught with thorns
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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Thomas Martin Poem
black Friday
so long have detested you
traffic and shoppers
fighting over a cheap purse. . .
lost car in the parking lot
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Thomas Martin Poem
on small island
lives the lovely poet
Jan
inspired to her poetry
by good deeds and humor
and grace of expression
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Thomas Martin Poem
snow geese
swaddled in clouds
winter moon
Published - Cattails - Spring, 2016
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Thomas Martin Poem
Andrea
what can one say about her
except wonderful
imagination with love
and fine appreciation
of detail inspires me
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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Thomas Martin Poem
still
picking
blackberries
clothes torn, skin bleeds
need to pee
chiggers
too
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Thomas Martin Poem
Are you sleeping?
Refreshing sleep, Master
Are your eyes open?
You know they are, Master
But you are not awake
Am not, I gasp?
You have fasted
Turned back on all desires,
And still you long
Your mind longs for enlightenment
And still you sleep,
Longing in ignorance,
For that which you now are,
Like wanting the idea
of this moonlight
But not the real moonlight.
The real moon I see now
Is not the real moon?
Shanti, shanti, shanti
He chants and touches my brow,
I see in the moment that I am
This moon and the stars,
Galaxies whirling past
I feel the grass growing
Birdsong, mating, oh all
The spheres singing, humming,
The peace that surpasses understanding
Enfolding me, soundless knowing
For just a moment, not that I am,
Just am!
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Thomas Martin Poem
While waiting for my brainy date
My ignorant friend cried "Oh great!
Now everybody's dead!"
He so absurdly said,
Upon seeing Hamlet did berate.
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Thomas Martin Poem
snow day
silence
between us
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