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Thomas Phelps Poems
Poems in the drawer
She did not remember him really, she had been just a child. Perhaps he had written to pass the time? She did not know he was driven to create.
The Right-Sided Diet
I made a dietary breakthrough the other day Although it won't help mankind in any big way, Or womankind either, if it comes to that, It's about a problem I have with a bit too much fat.
Men must not cry
The chapel was full, like never before. They crammed inside and looked at the floor. Of course you know the reason why, Because in our culture, men must not cry.
They would do it again
Heading up the hill, wondering if it still holds memories or whether these have disappeared, never to return. He will soon learn whether the past times have gone, even from his mind.
Poetry? Not for me I'm particularly partial to pop. A simple song sung sincerely
I guess that's love
To know another's features like no-one else has known To know another's thoughts as though they were your own To know another so well that you're never alone I guess that's love
Comments about Thomas Phelps
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Poems in the drawer
She did not remember him really,
she had been just a child.
Perhaps he had written to pass the time?
She did not know he was driven to create.
This literary Beethoven,
this unseen Rembrandt
who often rose with sleep-filled eyes
long before the winged ones stirred
to put on record another 'masterpiece'
fighting to get out of his head
and onto the scrap of paper,
only to be covered by similar scraps
in the dressing table drawer.
Never to be read and enjoyed
or even criticized and ridiculed.
Now, with the creator gone,
each 'masterpiece' would ...