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D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

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Segment (A)

There is a segment of man
That can never be free.
And it clings like a shadow,
It’s name, ... Vanity.
 
For all that man covets
Aspires to desend
And our forever quest
Is grasping the wind.

(1984)

Idea from the Old Testament.

Otras obras de D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)...
Hig-ah-la-digly

Hig-ah-la-digly, round and wiggly, Curles, dimples and apple pie, Running ‘round the running rooms, Connecting with all, that aren’t s… Hig-ah-la-digly, round and wiggly,
On Roses

What the mind conceives of books a… And visions conjured deep in cloud Shall never fetch the love of fait… 'though love shall speak of faith… Mystic dreams can melt from parabl…
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Xmas

There is a shadowy figure on the w… On this early Christmas morning And it moves with the stealth of… Darting and dashing, without warni… The mall is closed, it’s too late…
Staircase Circles

Too long the staircase circles Up and down the tower wall. The candles flicker against the st… As the servant shuffles through th… The climb is suited to a youthful…
“A Limerick for Happy”

A Limerick written for fun is a Limerick seldom undone, And if it is funny then it’s right on the money. A pound of chuckles is worth a Pu…
Summer Deterrents

“Over the river and through the wo… To Grandmother’s house we go. ...… But it’s not the wolf I worry abo… It’s those Blank-ah-de-Blank Bug… Those with wings and those with le…
Lula’s English Garden

Honeysuckle and Blue Bells In a backyard English Garden Some Dog Rose and Cowslip In an unlikely place called Harle… There is Ragged Robin, here and t…
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The Warlock & Time

In the morning mist the sky was ki… With tiny sparks from a wooded rod The power was shy, those sparks to… Not like the power from the hand o… Those magic places in those mystic…
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“Let's write a poem!” --- No, let’s not!

“Let’s write a poem!” —- No, let’s not! Have you no remembrance Of that heart you once shot? With an arrow you killed it
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Singing in the Dark

In darkness, shadows hide Unseen by misting eyes. But who might seek the softer side Of phantoms and their cries? Those that drift to indigo
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Whispers in the Clover

Drained, like a cup that holds too… Dry, like deserts approaching noon… The inspiration juices flow Then turn to bits of coal Scattered like the sand upon a dun…
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Brother's keeper

We are ripples On a never ending lakes, Like those crystals Too finely made, that breaks. We are mortal
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Theory

If a Black-hole were a drain Its exit could spew rain; The rain being things it consumed. Look, another universe has bloomed… D. Thurmond/JEF
No Drugs Needed

What the mind conceives From books and dreams And visions conjured deep in cloud Shall never fetch the love of fait… 'though love shall speak of faith…
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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