kendall thomas Poems

Green and yellow
apple orange
this is the way to the funny farm
where people work from break of dawn
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I am against censorship
or the suppression of ideas or
people through force or coercion.
Let us see what is done
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evenings the bums sat around
talking the poetry of life
dirty blue-fringed words
hands cracked cold before the fire
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We entered through the narrow fjord,
emerald-sloped and glittering
with a silvery gleam
where once sailed Viking hordes,
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being born
is magic

dying
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You were there at the beginning.
You saw the seed expand.
You saw the rivers of blood,
the rise of man.
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Poor kids,
why do you hang
to the branches
of these barren, campus trees?
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In
the
garden
of
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You thought you couldn’t ride your bicycle
Without him.
You were always looking behind
To make sure he was holding on.
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Soft the music of the lute played by a tongue less wonder.
A lament heard from afar strummed on spider webs for our
brief descent. The ageless trees seem posed to catch the
returning footfalls of some vanished love. Yet, like
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