Biography of JerriFaye Thomason
I have been writing poetry since my early teens. Poetry is my best friend. I can confide anything and feel safe. My thoughts are never lost. Age has matured my words and given emotion and depth to my feeling. Poetry is my escape from and to anywhere I want to be. I thank God for the words he has given me and pray that He will continue to bestowe His good graces upon me.
JerriFaye Thomason's Works:
I was selected by The National Library of Congress to be in a book, The Top 200 Best Poems And Poets Of 2003.
JerriFaye Thomason Poems
A moment of silence, Heads are bowed, Flags at half staff, Prayers around,
The Ten Commandments seared in stone, Moses climbed that mountain alone, He followed his visions knowing his fate, He believed in God and Heavens Gate.
Tired So Tired
tired so tired lost in life what to do with no sight
“we Got Him”
'We got him” were his words, Understood by all who heard, Cheers rang out and shouts of joy, As the news traveled to our boys,
A Letter To Robert
You are my beautiful baby boy, You gave my life boundless joy,
Tuesday, September 11,2001 ~ 2nd Annive...
Remember when ~ Remember how, Terror struck U. S. grounds, By taking hostage of the air, Horror reined and still lives there,
Abu Ghraib Prison
Pictures flit across the screen, Vile pictures ~ Truly obscene, Bodies entangled and wound so tight, Multiple bodies stacked for height,
The Passion Of The Christ (Movie By Me...
The Passion of the Christ, Is making such a stir, Viewers now think twice, About the biblical word,
Al Jeezera, CNN to the Mid East, Aren’t reporting what the world sees, Their people are feasting on pictures of pain, And feeling sorry for Saddam Hussein,
Iraq ~ 2003
Listen to the news at night, Wonder if your kid will fight? Fear for family and for friends? Fear for Country and All within?
Gone For Thirteen Weeks
“Hush little baby don’t you cry, ” Because life just isn’t a lullaby, These are words from yesteryear, You’re all grown up and know no fear,
Tuesday, September 11,2001
This Is The Day Our Nation Mourned, This is the day that 'Terror' was born, For America, 'She' held her breath, As time stood still and watched distressed:
Gone For Thirteen Weeks
“Hush little baby don’t you cry, ”
Because life just isn’t a lullaby,
These are words from yesteryear,
You’re all grown up and know no fear,
Your feet tread where my mind won’t go,
Your “speed of life” don’t know “slow, ”
You’ve wondered through some dark places,
You’ve made friends with some scary faces,
Life has dealt you a few low cards,