Alan Bruce Thompson
Alan Bruce Thompson Poems
|82.||A Dog’s Life||3/27/2014|
|83.||Thirty Hour Work Week||2/14/2015|
|84.||Among The Folk||3/12/2015|
|85.||Autumn Means Winter||2/6/2013|
|86.||The Coming Of Summer||4/17/2013|
|92.||Chain Of Lies||3/12/2015|
|94.||Granada Mi Amor||2/14/2015|
|95.||Missing Your Voice||2/12/2013|
|97.||Speaking Some Truth||3/12/2015|
|98.||Free Market Economy||8/31/2014|
Comments about Alan Bruce Thompson
She stood there pouting, adopting a film star pose,
As her curvaceous virile body, pushed shape into her clothes.
She perched on her stiletto heels, threw back her blond hair,
She stood high above the crowd, aristocratic, without care.
She rehearsed for hours to become Venus personified,
She got some men excited, the others she mortified.
She swayed along, her hips swinging, so vain.
And all of this performance to collect tickets on a train?
Autumn Means Winter
It's the time of year when the sun begins to turn down,
The leaves start turning, they fall then they're blown.
Each day is shorter, each night a little long,
Quite soon at midnight we'll hear the midday bird song.
The evenings are cooler, the mornings quite chill,
It won't be long before the temperature's at nill.