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D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

Limerick - 1

There’s a sign on the bartender’s wall
“This rule applies to us all!
We don’t throw drunks in the street,
That’s unsightly and wouldn’t be neat,
We just leave them right where they fall.”
 
D. Thurmond / JEF  —-  12-04-2015

(2015)

Very Ist Limerick

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The Confession

I saw God and misconceptions crossed my mind… I heard God but cannot remember what was said. I felt God
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Jello & Time

To see the skies of tomorrow’s lig… Far beyond this sunset’s yearning Would turn the tides for sake of s… Setting the sail and mast to burni… Never you meant to see tomorrow
“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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Two, One, Bang!

In grade-school, I was told about Two Planets That collided, out in Nothingness. They said, “That is the reason
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
Segment

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
"The Shepherd Said"

The Shepherd said to the falcon, “Fly little bird.” The falcon said to the Shepherd, “If only I could, by thy word.” “But I have a broken wing
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Understanding

The old woman was knitting, seated… The afternoon was warm and the gar… Then she closed her eyes so memori… And her knitting found its way to… Suddenly, a cougar appeared from t…
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So-Cal-Blues

Wind-chimes dancing in the breezes Composing tunes to the many gusts… I would like it to be, But really, I cannot see That this winter is going to be my…
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Somewhere

Somewhere deep within the mellow, casted shadows, deep and shallow, swirling round her rose-drop eyes and flying high in fullmoon skies. Too many angles touch the dust
This Poet's Place

If I could paint a pristine scene Using words from my mind Then I would word a whispering br… In an English garden, Willow line… And if I could build a place to d…
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“Clues in the Mirror”

Times were those that I wiggled m… in the togetherness sands of a you… and I made my pitch that made me t… trying to form a more perfect rhym… But there was a riddle, deep in th…
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4th Day of Wisdom

Along the fourth day of wisdom I found Chance She wasn’t someone that I really cared to know So I made excuses
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
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.



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