FrankThomas - Hello Poetry

Valediction better to die in blissful ignorance of the true , apalling extent of the vindictive folly of one’s contemporaries ( or at least of certain among them ) than to complacently participate in their insane violence better still to escape the madhouse one’s bliss , naîveté , self intact happy to be alive knowing no finality or initiality even one’s present controlled but unstoppable step out of the madhouse by Frank Thoma

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Mar 18

Mar 18, 2026 at 3:17 PM UTC

FrankThomas

Valediction

Valediction better to die in blissful ignorance of the true , apalling extent of the vindictive folly of one’s contemporaries ( or at least of certain among them ) than to complacently participate in their insane violence better still to escape the madhouse one’s bliss , naîveté , self intact happy to be alive knowing no finality or initiality even one’s present controlled but unstoppable step out of the madhouse by Frank Thoma

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Sometimes I wonder Why Such frenzied activity But mostly Even that's (sigh . . ) . . . quite enough of that Often I see them Running As if . . (what a tasty leaf) . . juste comme il faut another et puis dodo)* (* fr. sleep time) Fingers Bed me down Hang Hairy bag of flesh in air My fur Grows damp mods Home And food , for flighty moths Jungle Grows through me Tree Sky cannot fall, Earth not fly Warm rain Cooling wind Sun Greening leaves, opening eyes Another Nicely slow Day Wake up fingers , time to move.

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Feb 11

Feb 11, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC

FrankThomas

Ode to Sloth

Sometimes I wonder Why Such frenzied activity But mostly Even that's (sigh . . ) . . . quite enough of that Often I see them Running As if . . (what a tasty leaf) . . juste comme il faut another et puis dodo)* (* fr. sleep time) Fingers Bed me down Hang Hairy bag of flesh in air My fur Grows damp mods Home And food , for flighty moths Jungle Grows through me Tree Sky cannot fall, Earth not fly Warm rain Cooling wind Sun Greening leaves, opening eyes Another Nicely slow Day Wake up fingers , time to move.

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Sometimes I wonder Why Such frenzied activity But mostly Even that's (sigh . . ) . . . quite enough of that Often I see them Running As if . . (what a tasty leaf) . . juste comme il faut another et puis dodo)* (* fr. sleep time) Fingers Bed me down Hang Hairy bag of flesh in air My fur Grows damp mods Home And food , for flighty moths Jungle Grows through me Tree Sky cannot fall, Earth not fly Warm rain Cooling wind Sun Greening leaves, opening eyes Another Nicely slow Day Wake up fingers , time to move.

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Feb 11

Feb 11, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC

FrankThomas

Ode to Sloth

Sometimes I wonder Why Such frenzied activity But mostly Even that's (sigh . . ) . . . quite enough of that Often I see them Running As if . . (what a tasty leaf) . . juste comme il faut another et puis dodo)* (* fr. sleep time) Fingers Bed me down Hang Hairy bag of flesh in air My fur Grows damp mods Home And food , for flighty moths Jungle Grows through me Tree Sky cannot fall, Earth not fly Warm rain Cooling wind Sun Greening leaves, opening eyes Another Nicely slow Day Wake up fingers , time to move.

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