Dann Thomas Poems

In a small crowded room filled with hay
Surrounded by donkeys, sheep and cows.
Troubled and afraid the mid wife knelt to pray
Accompanied by a couple of cooing doves.
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He hears the house quietly plotting
Fire doused fuming an acrid smell
The heat and smoke are choking
His job is to seek the living in hell
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An intuition twitches as she walks down the platform
Then turns around to look as another will soon roll in
Along the day hundreds of this incessant passing storm,
Tiny puffs of smoke transform into mighty beasts of tin.
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Children happily skipping round a tree,
Playing the age when innocence is free.
Time has not grabbed its share of smiles.
Shadows have not stretched doubts on the line.
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'Kahlil, Kahlil, come here. Where have you been'?
He stands proud, hands folded, laughing through
Little eyes like his father's, who he has never seen.
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Dripping wet from the cold bath in the morning rain
The tickly excited chill of a new day to be served hence
Atishoo sneezed the Brahmin poojary onto the lane
Atishoo sneezed the mountains in recompense
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This Church built on the Temple of Solomon's lines,
Where Papal smoke announces the crowned Holiness.
Simple straight lines that encloses grandiose designs.
High pointed roof reaching up to heavenly finesse.
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When I realized life existed, I was old
Maybe about three, or that's when I was told
I was alive, why that's what it's called; a life
Life to you, to me, was a soul resting on a knife.
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The priest stood by the grave of the great thinker and said
'Oh wise man why do you gloat in your wisdom, if this is your end? '
Will your knowledge carry you past the dark's eventual embrace,
For the foolish and the wise the grave accepts without a name.
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