#thomas
a quote of Danny Thomas,
actor, comedian and founder of St. Jude Hospital
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wow.
who among us can say the same,
dare even to think they know the answer,
the young think,
too early, not yet, I’ve got time,
to figure it out,
and better yet,
change my mind
the elders think,
dare not this to ask myself,
lest the answer is less than satisfactory,
and the opportunity of time to supply,
a good answer, grows dangerously delimited
I,
struggle with this quest,
its penetrating sustaining pain,
that issue random screeches and stitches,
with spikes covered in the tarnish of indecent indecision,
to temporal~allay,
momentarily, get~
got some satisfaction
for my harshest critic,
Mr. 3m’s
(me, myself & eyes)
reach for a new poem solution,
every morning of every day
until a mark
beside it
doth appear
involuntary that is
is not a question mark
but a checkmark
✅
registered as duly marked
as~done:
For This Day,
Only,
Asked and Answered
❤️
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 8:33 AM UTC
have it on good authority
Tommy-boy,
that the the Joni song.
"I could drink a case of you,"
was possibly written for you!
Entirely likely,
Since reality
Is on course, of course,
when one starts down the course
of drinking your word wine,
the hors d'oeuvres
to your poems,
the real 'beat' of you,
who lives in that world,
resurrecting their spirit,
He, The Case,
even kinda looks like
Ginsburg, Allen,^^
the angel incarnate,
(for whom we poets recite the Kaddish),
and should you happen be
doing justice
in the vicinity of,
a bookstore
in his town ("Bass Capital of the West")
you might just hear 'im,
expounding line by line,
his compositions,
hawking his hawks,
selling his talents for free~
dom
how will you recognize him?
by his creative spark,
hidden beneath that hearted head
where his heart resides
and.where he hides
that giant
W
that is his work's diminutive,^^^
as in
wunnerful.
amen
nml
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
have it on good authority
Tommy-boy,
that the the Joni song.
"I could drink a case of you,"
was possibly written for you!
Entirely likely,
Since reality
Is on course, of course,
when one starts down the course
of drinking your word wine,
the hors d'oeuvres
to your poems,
the real 'beat' of you,
who lives in that world,
resurrecting their spirit,
He, The Case, kinda looks like
Ginsburg, Allen, ^^
^the angel incarnate,
(for whom we poets recite the Kaddish),
and should you happen be
doing justice
in the vicinity of,
a bookstore
in his town ("Bass Capital of the West")
you might just hear 'im,
expounding line by line,
his compositions,
hawking his hawks,
selling his talents for free~
dom
how will you recognize him?
by his creative spark,
hidden beneath that hearted head
where his heart resides
and.where he hides
that giant
W
that is his work's diminutive, ^^^
as in
wunnerful.
amen
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
In the heat of the evening, so humid at night,
Whispers of twilight are a welcome delight.
Golden hues fading, the sun bids adieu,
As a cool breeze dances, refreshing and true.
It carries relief, on soft wings as it glides,
Through fields and the trees, where serenity hides.
Embrace this soft comfort, let worries take flight,
In the evening's warm arms, find peace in the night.
A cool breeze in Summer, blown across hot, wet eyes,
Provides a refreshing reprieve as one looks up to the skies.
A simple blessing one might come to conclude,
But a Godsend indeed when I'm in a low mood.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 5:49 PM UTC
7:17am Sunday Feb 2, 2025
a phrase freely borrowed from
Thomas Jefferson, strikes the
face while being delivered by
Sunrise’s
first glinting, both eye opening
thought and event, a duality
intersection of notions & sensations,
for the early start to a newborn
week, making one think; truly
think. accompanied by a softly
serenading concerto played piano,
young children
laughing wirh shrieking delight,
as they climb aboard their hazy
dozy parents’ wedding bed,
launching themselves with
rocket like force on stomachs
and groins, all groans & moans,
and in the solitude of his mind’s
quiet, he laughs as he ponders,
a concluding a single concept:
This, this, is the business of life
“making yourself what you are…”
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 7:54 AM UTC
of the molecules of the water they will
swim in, that flow by my citybounded
abode in a tidal estuary
heading fir dispersal and aspersions
into the Great Atlantic Ocean
which I will visit
come the spring,
and are etched yet then
within the relentless
waves of the those very same atoms, upchurning and upspitting
white foam which will
very lively likely contain
new poems, perhaps,
perhaps even,
those writ by fish
in their dreams,
for who actually knows
the original origins
of the dreams
we drink daily,
not I,
who finds them
when the wet smoke of
fog of evaporated
water
kisses my lips!
P. S. perhaps I have written poems
authored by the very same fish
you held in your grasp once upon
a time in a photo)
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 12:19 PM UTC
Sometimes in life when you've just had enough
you gotta laugh 'till your ribs are painful but tough.
If somehow you can't laugh at yourself, the place you end up is tragically rough. Try to see some humor, because life is bizarre, and for mental health. How long can you keep holding on? Pride and grudges are poison, move on. Let go. Keep moving on, steady and slow, just let it go. The grudge is a con. Retain the memory for future reference if future judgement calls are needed. But by letting go, you only lose the pain, not the experience heeded.
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 12:07 PM UTC
Putting pen to paper, in a feverish attempt to catch the fish swimming around in his head. His keys are never far from the desk by his bed.
NOTICE: Do not pick up hitch hikers. Detention facility in area.
Burnt feet across sun heated rocks. No sandals to be found...his face contorts in pain. Could the past, present, and future all take place at the same time?!! We have been here before. Together we have passed under this bridge before. Lately you've been showing a nasty habit for weird lateral thinking...keep a sharp eye and ear. Don't let panic cause irrational behavior, take things in stride accept your fear. It's really not a bad thing unless it gets out of the fence. Running amuck, making things all tense. Bravery is being afraid, but doing what you need to do anyway... there's going to be fear. You don't need to worry about it. You're not in control. He is. ☝️✝️
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 11:53 AM UTC
Lord, make me to be a living channel
An instrument of your comfort and peace
You speak to me and my soul comes alive
You are the living word, your words are life-giving
Blood and water poured from your sacred heart
Bathing the world in your mercy and grace
In the waters of baptism by the blood of the lamb
It is because of this that, today, I am who I am
Your river runs through me in deep currents of grace
When you said "Peace be with you" was it the look on my face?
I was unbelieving for the pain was too much to bear
It wasn't that I didn't want to believe or that I didn't care
My Lord and my God! Have mercy on me: a sinner
I am not worthy to be in your presence my God and King
I feel the movements of the spirit
In the deepest currents of my being
Open my eyes to see and my heart to believe
You opened yourself and were broken for me
Break open my heart and help me to receive
This flood of mercy and grace freely shed
To give me new life when I had been dead
In my weakness, in my doubt and my shame
You take my hand and gently call my name
"Peace be with you. It is I. I am real.
Do not me unbelieving, but come and feel
The hands that were pierced for love of you
Let my mercy and grace, Child, cover you".
Lead me Lord from fear into peace, despair into hope
From tears into laughter, from mourning into dancing,
From doubt to belief, from death into life
Guide me Lord from out of darkness into Your light
Jesus, I believe, help me trust in You!
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 10:35 PM UTC
April is in my mistress' face
April is in my mistress' face
April is in my mistress' face
And July in her eyes hath place
And July in her eyes, her eyes hath place
Within her ***** within her *****
Is September
But in her heart, but in her heart, her heart
A cold December
But in her heart, her heart
But in her heart, her heart
A cold December
Apr 23, 2022
Apr 23, 2022 at 10:53 AM UTC
Dylan Thomas went wearily, windily to the sea,
Where dogs ran and tongues wagged saltily,
Sea battered boats sang shanties to the bearded shore,
As the sea legged gulls barked and cried hungrily
The shadowy sun surrendered to a once bitten moon,
And the sand stood still by the windy wet dune
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 12:57 AM UTC
I have heard the tautologies of the rich,
the shifty and the shallow
when told of their impending fate
in a medical review
I’ve seen them torturing themselves
over the unfairness of it all
as though it were a deal, to negotiate.
But The Reaper always calls
They don’t go gently into that dark night
but not like that drunken poet meant
many pass with a look that begs
One question, was that it?
It was
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC
Blanket eyes,
Close, to see the light.
Drift,
Further from the shining bright.
Open wide,
To see the blight.
That which,
Leaves with dreams of flight.
Goodbye, fateful might,
For once again,
I will sleep tonight.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
never and never my boy,
riding away and away
from the land of the hearthstone tales
to never look back,
fear or believe
that a look cast into the past
might trip you up ahead.
never and never my boy,
fear or believe
that your Troubles,
dressed in cloaks of Joy -
snarling and snaking,
roughly and blithely
shall leap -
my boy, my boy -
into a home under new trees
in a sunlit year
to eat your heart
in this house
in your whole new world.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC
The guy who wore a scarf at the bar,
he chose not to write
because he's ‘no Hemingway.’
I told him no one stops me.
Memories of Ginsberg, Frost, Thomas,
and even Bukowski's drunken ghost
make me feel at home in my words.
That didn't change the guy's mind,
so I told him to drink up
and do something else.
-Ron Gavalik
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
A Villanelle poetic form
Is a Nineteen line poem
5 Stanzas of three lines
Followed by a single Stanza of four lines
Two refrains and two repeating rhymes
Rhyme patterns
A1 ,b A2.a,b ,A1.a,b,A2.a,b,A1.a,b,A2 ,a,b,A1,A2
Here is a famous Villanelle by Dylan Thomas.
1914-1953.
~~~~~~~~~
Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rage at close of day
Rage ,rage , against the dying of the light
Though wise men at their end know dark is right.
Because their words had forked no lightening they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men the last wave by crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a Green Bay.
Rage,rage, against the dying of the light
Wild men who caught and sang the men in flight.
And learned too late ; they grieved it on its way
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men near death , who see with blinding sight.
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
Rage,rage against the dying of the light
And you my father there on the sad height
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Posted by Philip as a Villanelle Exercise.
December 7th 2018.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
I used to watch Thomas the Tank Engine as a child,
now it's called Thomas the Train.
I have pictures with Thomas the Tank Engine,
not Thomas the Train.
I love Thomas the Tank Engine,
not Thomas the Train.
Why did they change it to Thomas the Train?
He's a tank engine...
He's Thomas the Tank Engine.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC