Thomas Duncky Poems
|81.||Old Wall Clock||10/21/2010|
|82.||A Flower By All Means||8/20/2013|
|83.||For The Lost Verses||2/27/2012|
|84.||A Storm Is Coming My Way||2/3/2012|
|85.||My Train Of Thoughts||2/3/2012|
|86.||Walk With Me||2/3/2012|
|87.||Woman Of Stone||2/3/2012|
|88.||I Come With Love||8/25/2013|
Woman Of Stone
Her legend so untold
Through her life many have walked
As her true story doth unfold
“from our timid fears love weans us” once she wrote.
As if there is gold between her legs she walks.
Been here and there with bigger folks
On special occasions bald she talks.
Like dust she always rises
Higher and higher she flies
Until she finds out why the caged bird sings
She is an angel by virtue of being who she is and not what she is
A mother for the motherless
A scholar so priceless
Like Master Shakespeare she walks in the aisle of bards with great respect.
Old Wall Clock
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Goes the old wall clock.
The very same old way it did before.
I wonder if it will do it once more.
After am long gone,
For it has been there ever since I was born.
It has seen my childhood,
All the times I’ve been through; bad and good.
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