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D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

Brother's keeper

Ripples

We are ripples
On a never ending lakes,
Like those crystals
Too finely made, that breaks.
We are mortal
And bound to make mistakes,
But few will pray,
“God forgive us all.”

(1978)

Written under the name, "JEF".

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Charlotte B. Williams
Altre opere di D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)...
The Melody

There’s a melody that fills my sou… And it plays upon my mind, The tune is soft and always full, But words for it I do not find. A soothing song to ease my woes
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Animals, 5-7-5

Scrub-Jays like peanuts. Unsalted and in the shell is of my choosing. A perplexing fact: With many places to nap
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After Hours Shopping

There is a shadowy figure on the w… On this very early Christmas morn… And it moves with the stealth of… Darting and dashing, without warni… The mall is closed, it’s too late…
Grandma's Belly-Round

Grandma has a washtub And she calls it Belly-Round, It’s extra thick, galvanized, And it’s never let her down. Sometimes it’s a stool
A Hole in a Sole

There once was a man With a hole in his shoe Who wore flannel and wool And everything new. He had bright red mittens
Christmas in the Snow

The whirlwind drifts across the snow like a dancer Stirring up confusion as it twirls The children chase along
Lover’s Senryu

To Moonlight-Tango, lovers dance across the light then back to shadow. Hammock time is ours as the sea consumes the sun
Blooms in Disguise

Has it set the tone When the old mill stone No longer turns the grain to flowe… When the thoughts of man Can’t devise a plan
“Grandpa's Farm”

Higahley-Pigahly, Round and wiggly, Loves to roll in the mud. And slow-silly cow Is not like that sow,
What’s Cook-in, Santa?

Down the chimney came the Jolly f… It was obvious that the geezer had… With sack on his back, he slid dow… And landed on the stove, in the mi… My wife was glazing the Porker’s…
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The Graveside Poem

Lying on the gravestones are the f… And the letters on the stones look… The dates set low on those stony s… And the largest letters spell the… As I look across the grounds, I s…
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The Flea and the Farmer

Fiddle A. Dee, the hopping flea Hopped right onto the dog. The dog scratched here, The dog scratched there, Then the flea hopped on a Hog.
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A Waltz In The Air

A Waltz In The Air In the mist she dances in the garden He sees her in the fog, now and then.
A Santa Intrusion

It was the first hour of morning, On Christmas day, When I heard bells jingle Like those on a sleigh. Then out on the balcony
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Let Her Cry

How many sounds do you hear in her… And what is the color of her soul… Do you see her in the blazing oran… Or in the hope that comes a-dancin… Does the song she sings remind you…
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