Thomas Adams

Rookie (Sedalia, Mo.)

Thomas Adams Poems

1. 'Untitled' 7/25/2013
2. 'My Heart' 7/25/2013
3. 'Along The Line' 7/25/2013
4. Earthly Play 7/25/2013
5. One Man, One Woman 7/26/2013
6. The Love You'Re Putting In 7/27/2013
7. My America 8/4/2013
8. A Shiny Light 8/26/2013
9. Humbled Men Of God 8/27/2013
10. America The Beautiful 8/7/2013
11. A Rattle Sound 8/28/2013
12. A Notion 8/7/2013
13. The Setting Sun 8/5/2013
14. Babble 9/2/2013
15. Befriended 9/2/2013
16. A Kindliness 9/2/2013
17. War & Peace 9/2/2013
18. The Mentor Of Peace { Article I Paragraph(S) 1 And 2 } 9/21/2013
19. Full 8/24/2013
20. My Sister Round 8/23/2013
21. A Love 8/23/2013
22. A Broken Heart 9/22/2013
23. Slippery Brow 9/29/2013
24. A Mystery 9/30/2013
25. Untitled 10/1/2013
26. Hearts That Cry 10/5/2013
27. A Lofty View Above 10/15/2013
28. Til 1979 10/21/2013
29. 'My Month' 10/13/2013
30. 'Snowy Ground' 10/26/2013
31. Play Occurred Today 10/12/2013
32. Along Dreaming 1/3/2014
33. 'More Work To Do' 10/12/2013
34. A Gusty Windy Breeze 8/26/2013
35. The Night That You Were Born 10/27/2013
36. A Moments Note 7/26/2013
37. Shells Along The Beach 7/26/2013
38. 'Eagles Top The Trees' 8/14/2013
39. 'The Mentor Of Peace' {article I Paragraph(S) 3,4 And 5} 9/22/2013
40. A Classic 8/14/2013
Best Poem of Thomas Adams

'Hearts Beat Even, Fast! '

So on to grey and misty sight.
The 'dare' to passers by.
Let us lightly sip the liquid night.
Pray, not sure fully, why? '

To gleem unanswer'd cowardly,
allow it steam abit.
Then bump and burst and truely be!
All darned and confidant.

Let eyes take in the crystal blues,
while greens and yellows pair.
Lead reds and whites, the rosey hues;
all color'd love affair.

A winterstone to shape the rhyme.
with whiter alabast.
For now's the time to bet your dime.
on 'Hearts Beat Even, Fast!

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'Along The Line'

I remember being happy. And if it's all the same,
I'll tell she woke me up each day with 'Mommy's tickle game'.
And oh that sun was much too bright; my future, full of fame.
To hear my mother's vibrant voice as she called me by my name.

I smelled the air that dried the clothes that danced along the line.
And I would take the basket in when mom ran out of time.
Mom's in the house and moving round while I would tag behind.
She questioned me where I should be and I'd say I was fin

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