Thomas Golding

Rookie (8th Oct 1932 / Lower Hutt. Wellington. New Zealand)

Thomas Golding Poems

1. A Word About Love 5/9/2008
2. First Love First Pain 2/4/2009
3. The Fashion Show 10/9/2008
4. Images 5/10/2008
5. Love Poem 2 10/17/2008
6. In Praise Of Modern Women 10/18/2008
7. A Bushclad Surprise 5/13/2008
8. The Timorous Wordsmith 5/9/2008
9. Looking Back At My Mother 2/4/2009
10. Spider Web 2/26/2009
11. Fitness Centre 2/26/2009
12. Under The Singing Wire 2/9/2009
13. This House Is Not A Home 6/8/2009
14. On The Benefit 5/13/2009
15. Maria's Lullaby 1/1/2009
16. The Price Of Success 1/1/2009
17. River Crossing 1/1/2009
18. Lost In The Search For Life And Love 1/1/2009
19. Truth Is 1/1/2009
20. Aquarius Will Come 2/4/2009
21. Shadow Play 2/4/2009
22. On The Wisdom Of Giving 5/9/2008
23. The Revolving Playwright 10/18/2008
24. Apples Anyone? 5/13/2009
25. Song Of The Land 5/13/2009
26. On Reaching The Age Of Fourty One 2/4/2009
27. Sunday Lie In 2/4/2009
28. Turuturu Mokai Pa 2/4/2010
29. Morning After 2/10/2009
30. Past Future Imperatives 5/13/2008
31. Editorial Rite 5/13/2008
32. Due Process 5/14/2008
33. Love Poem One 5/18/2008
34. That Sweet Milieu Of Seasons Past 5/18/2008
35. Natal Day For Debra 10/9/2008
36. Time Dancer 10/9/2008
37. Requium For A Working Girl 5/4/2008
38. Morphius In The Overworld 5/4/2008
39. Walk Gently Stranger 5/5/2008
40. From Here To There 5/5/2008
Best Poem of Thomas Golding

A Word About Love

How light the space when you're all near
A flight of swans across an evening sky
Who wheel and turn with grace before descent
To mirrored lakes for lovers to admire.

If you loved yourselves as lovely as you are
Then pursuit of love would never cause you pain
Which I share when the world turns away
Unable at times to say what I might feel.
Recall the words of Propertius
'Love could recall beauty where none was.'
When you took up these lowly creatures
Reason called you were still embracing frogs.

Know I love you all in my own way
Even when you ...

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Walk Gently Stranger

This old house is sad
Reflecting the flow
Of the itinerant folk
Who gave it life
But didn’t care enough
To stop it aging.

Layers of paper
Palimpsests on the walls

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