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Poems and Artwork By Thomas

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Star Gazing Dreams

Thank you for the moments, the laughter you show me.
I'm happy to know you today.
I appreciate the friendship, it really is so pleasant.
You share with me in every way.

In such a short time, you have been so very kind,
I'm anxious to see your smile.
Sometimes I feel you near, your voice I love to hear,
Please stay with me awhile.

Some don't believe at first, in time it will only hurt,
if you rush the way you feel.
I must say, I disagree, my heart now feels so free,
these feelings I can not conceal.

I feel as if you know me, this realness that you show me,
so special how this all seems.
I thank you for your ways, I look forward to the days,
together with "Star Gazing Dreams"

1000 Words...Savage Garden

Dream Puzzles

Dreams of the mind of play and pain,
subconciousness and destinies are not the same.
Sheltered in a capsule so far it seems,
so real it feels while we have these dreams.

Spiders and snakes as a child its scary,
animals so huge large teeth and hairy.
Childs nightmares of lighten and storms,
there dreams so real multicolor is born.

The teens are so vibrant and very alive,
they reach to the heavens touching the sky.
Faultered by classmates at times is a trip,
multiple confussion their dreams do slip.

Alone in a mass conjested twisted place,
in your twenties a dream wellcomes a face.
You believe it is true a reward comes to you,
past nightmares go away happyness is due.

Ten years go by with your family at hand,
dreams of your worries buried in the sand.
As time slipes away at fourty or so,
responsibilities are habit less dreams you hold.

It is Strange how life reawakens your past,
with midlife crises and menopause you crash.
You wellcome a dream to feel young again,
thank god for these pictures im smiling amen.

Old age is now here you remember the years,
Of the loves and romance you wellcome a tear.
With decades of dreams and some so Fuzzled,
maybe at last we understand these Dream Puzzles.

All My Love...Led Zepplin

Wired Connections

A box and it's chips with multiple connections,
a monitor that shows us friendly reflections.
These contraptions are commonly known as PC's,
with wonderful options and reliable speed.
As we purchase these vast confusing varieties,
we marvel at there abilities in todays society.
They change or lives and at times bring us fame,
in my next stanzas, please allow me to explain.

Budgets and bills on paper are a kick in the ass,
with functional software, that is all in the past.
Corporations and small businesses rely on these,
calculating there production, while nibbling cheese.
Sadly at times there high volume overflows,
wired to the land and software up the nose.
As there need of updated devices in time comply,
the budget they have set causes them to fry.

At home we are amazed of the time that we stay,
forgetting responsibilities, on or Pc's just to play.
War games and battles are games that kids love,
mind games and chess are the other fun ones.
Joysticks and mouses have made our tasks simple,
swift movements and a click, our fingers feel nimble.
Some people do fear of what they can not deny,
of the wonders of these Pc's while it passes them by.

Communication breakdown is now all in the past,
conferences and chat lines are here at last.
The wonders of text on the screen seems so real,
friendship and hardship at times can actually heal.
Now we plug in our devices with motion and sound,
this stranger is now next to us, the ones that we found.
Businesses and friendships we are a part of everyday,
so please leave on your Pc's, we do need you today.

Fear of the tomorrow of what today has shown,
of such vast technology and visions unknown.
Time will only tell us of what must be accepted,
for now we must aknowledge this and be preceptive.
Computers and people are of matching commonitys,
we must eccept these creatures with often reliability.
So I say unto thee, eccept these common demensions,
and enjoy the wonderful thrills of these Wired Connections.

Butterfly Kisses

Michigans' Quilted Nature

Such splendid detail that this media does provide,

as I apply this black ink with visions in my eyes.
This Nature doe's appear as real as can be, only the color is missing for the mind you see.
With remembrance of walks along the michigan great lakes,
and miles of rolling waters that sailboats leave their trace.
Of course the great white waters that these brave canoeist attempt, while I invision these adventures with ink and feel content.
Let us not forget the waters of the Great Niagara Falls,
as my detail can feel the plundering of her steepled rocky walls.
I can still recall this entrance that separates our two lands, it's the wondrous Mackinaw Bridge with miles of waters and sands.
As my pen sweeps along this page I see these forests of timbers and greens,
with ink strokes in gilding motion I create these beasts of tall vast trees.
My shoulders are tilted as I feel the rays of this splendid sun dance horizon, as I see the great Lake Surperior's distance that adds so much to the imagination.
Manistee National Forests with her splenditure of gods great woodlines,
gives me visions of her rivers and the time that I have spent in.
The wonders of Greenfield Villiage with her walkway of histories past, I find my quilt amazed with our rememberance that will allways last.
So I sit and I imagine there is so much more that these tools can explore,
the flow of those great white rapids of the Saginaw which I greatly adore.
Now I finish this composition of vast detail and endless beauty, with this final stroke of my signature and a frame to captivate it's reality.
04-18-98 TAS

Copyright © 1998 By Poeticer
Riders On The Storm

Dream On...Areosmith

Wings of Love

These words I share are love, of a woman so far away.
Her voice and words I hear, her spirit I feel each day.
For I share with you today a poem of grenthing loss and sorrow. To beg for her love this momment and I plead for it tomorrow.
The soul withen her heart, the tenderness of her ways.
The feelings that she sharesher love from day to day.
The strength of her emotions, are gestures from my praise. I am stronger with her sharing the sweet voice of which she raise.
I fly with wings of eagles towards the hunger that I prey.
To swoop through heavens clouds and reach your love today.
Your distance through the mountains, the rivers and the bays. Im longing for our rememberance of the sweet words of yesterday.
I feel my tears of inner pain
I feel the soothing of your name
I feel the flocking of the wings I give you love while I sing
Now I bow my head so weighted of tears, my eyes are glazing without you near.
Your love has glissaned my every desires, with voices of passion of which I aspire.
These words I share of the love not lust has risen my soul from the dust. So I peal this heart of tattered rust, as these Wings of Love has given me trust.
04-06-98 TAS
Copyright © 1998 By Poeticer
Tears In Heaven

Natures Amazing Ways

The swift moving actions of the turbulent rushing torrent
With swift speeds it moves among its timeless banks
It's twisting bending white waters cresp along its currents I pray to our sweet lord to thank him of his Amazing ways
The woods with its colors and stretching of it's limbs
With massive redwood trunks that grapple within the earth
It's spectacular rolling valleys, greenish of her trims I marvel of the formations, which the heavens clouds give birth
The crashing of natures beast, she unleashes her thunders storm
With bolts of white slashing lightning ripping the patchy sky
It's sounds of God's great glories of the wonders which are born I wish my eyes could could photograph these splendors from way up high
The breeze off the sea's has its wonders of which we smell
With the leaping and deep breathing of mammals beneath its wave
It's great size of these spectacles of the great massive whales I adore these great waters that the heavens give us today
The height of Mount Everest, the glory of the Grand Canyon
With the Michigan's White Waters and the marvels of the Niagara
It's miles of god's nature, Yellowstone National Park I am amazed of the National Falls and the depth of the Mammoth Caves
The sunsets of the skies cresp the horizons that overlie
With its brilliance of multiple colors of horizons that never die.
It's these wonderful earthly gifts of which we can't deny I thank you dear god for giving us Natures Amazing Ways

04-01-98 TAS
Copyright © 1998 By Poeticer
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