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Yana Thompson Poems
At the carnival
As I hear the beating of the drums my hips begin to twitch. My heart thumps in tune to the beating,
Listen. Listen. Can you hear?
Love Like Never Before
I've seen the good and the bad, things that made me laugh and things that made me sad. I've been hurt by those I loved and loved by those I've hurt,
For My Mother
Mother, I loved you once, not too long ago.
How beautiful and how strong, women young and old filled with love. Yes, we've hurt and yes we've cried,
I GOT THE VICTORY
In the darkest night and all alone, I have walked the paths of loneliness. In the depths of my mind I have fought then submitted,
Excerpt from a demon's journal
I am the warior Prince Fear! I and my solders have conquered and held this vessel for many a year. Vengence is my brother and Lust is my sister we and our subjects have been very comfortable here. Joy is gone and evil abounds.
A Young Mother's Heartbreak
Hush now, don't fuss now. Your cryin' is breaking my heart.
Through a Gypsy's eyes
When you see a gypsy, you see all of the sparkle and flair. Your eyes grow wide in wonder,
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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At the carnival
As I hear the beating of the drums
my hips begin to twitch.
My heart thumps in tune to the beating,
the beating of the never ending drums.
As I close my eyes,
I begin to sway from side to side.
Still swaying to the beat I fling out my arms,
everything that is in me is burning to dance.
I give in to these bohemic urges,
and my body begins a sensual dance that I dont know.
My skirt billows and furls in a myrad of color,
as my feet move faster...