Chargement...
fr
English Español Français Italiano

D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

Budding— Nicely

I saw a bird landing there,
A whimsical thrush without a care,
Upon that branch that bobs in the air
With new buds sprouting, oh so nicely.
 
A whimsical Thrush without a care,
Landing on that branch that bobs in the air
With new buds sprouting, oh so nicely,
And soon, so soon, the shade will appear.
 
Landing on that branch that bobs in the air
Was my friend, the Thrush, without a care.
And soon, so soon, the shade will appear
Under the Birch Tree, Budding,— nicely.
 
 
D. Thurmond / JE Falcon
06-10-2022

Something for Spring

1
Préféré par...
Robert L. Martin
Autres oeuvres par D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)...
“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
 4
 2
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
"Oregon"

Like waves of the sea, The grain fields moved, Grasping the ambulant eye. In this place of the beaver, The lumberjack and weaver;
Haiku (?) on thought

Rain, hail, galeforce wind. Hay, I am working down here! SO AM I Noah. wind swirled dust devil dancing down a dusty road
No Turning Back

I do believe the whole affair Was an adult, contrived, mess. There I was in an armored suite And shaking in distress. I was not meant to be a Knight
Paying No Mind

The disconcerted Porcupine, Waddles it’s way across the manicu… Paying no mind to the Calico Cat That learned it’s lesson weeks ago… Mockingbirds chase their siblings
 2
 1
“Different Shades of Gray”

Some may say that I am right, Some may say that I am wrong, But what I say in earnest terms Are things that make me strong. I always try to weigh the facts,
 8
 3
Misty-Glenn

Well, have you seen this Irish St… The finest stud in all of Kerry? Who furrows field and doesn’t yiel… And never seems to want to tarry. A Clydesdale legend, so he’s call…
 1
Under This Sun

The Dittle-dots Construct their plots While the Rotten Randy’s Enlarge their lies. They all take hold
 2
I Don’t Know

I stroll along the seaside in my m… And watch the repetitious waves, r… I know their crashing sounds can s… Why?— I don’t know, I don’t know. I watch the graceful gulls cut the…
 4
 1
They have Hinted

My friends say that I’m backward. But I question the reasons why? I’m personable and chatty And never, ever, shy! Just because I drive a car
 1
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
Irish Poems

The Banshee wailed as I said to the sea “One more sunrise before I die” JE Falcon
Like A Shadow

In the early morning misty light, When flowers are being kissed, She appears at the river’s falls Like a shadow in the mist. To see her there, like rain on gla…
“Lingering”

I am put upon and drained Up in the Willow’s highest branch… So, I linger in the shadows of it… However I shall never render blame



Top