Thomas Thompson
Thomas Thompson Poems
The Mirror of Me (August 3,2019 - May 16,2021)
As I stood in front of a mirror
I see my son looking back
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Friday, October 18,2013; revised October 23,2013
A Woodpecker Drumming
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Dawn's Road
Surrounded by dense green this cool predawn morn
A slight mist in the air
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This poem is from an incident that occurred in Saigon in 1966. It was painful to watch happening realtime and there was naught I, or the driver, could do to prevent it.
Yes, this incident still haunts me to this day even though I've tried everything to come to grips with what happened that sultry warm afternoon. I wrote a backstop to this poem that is far too long to accompany this poem. The backstop adds far more context to the why and how it happened, including the aftermath of hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of Vietnamese boiling out of their shanties, tin shacks, ramshackle huts with all sorts of weapons in their hands, sticks, butcher knives, anything the angry Vietnamese could pick up as they attacked our truck, and how fast everything happened in the aftermath of this tragic accident. If this Vietnamese military police would not have arrived when they did, I would not be here today to post this poem.
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Thomas Thompson Biography
I've had to opportunity to live in Multiple countries (Taiwan, England (twice) , France, Germany (Bavaria and Berlin) , Thailand, Okinawa, France, and Viet Nam over the years. Living for extended periods in my travels over my life allowed me to observe how citizens of different cultures, their societies, history, and their worldviews different from my own culture. Living abroad allowed me a different perspective from my own experiences vis-vis to those who never traveled outside of their cultures. I've often thought if every citizen of every country had the opportunity to spend two to three years living abroad, would not these exposures allow the world, the environment, a better place to live for all citizens? Surely it would! Tommy)
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The Mirror Of Me
The Mirror of Me (August 3,2019 - May 16,2021)
As I stood in front of a mirror
I see my son looking back
Angry eyes, fighter's stance
Enraged
As he screams at me furiously
I AM NOT YOU
And I cannot describe the horror sweeping thorough me
The truth slamming home with a finality
It is I whom he emulated
As tears flow from my eyes
The shame of my example
Always angry tense isolated
Behaviors passed from father to son
Who cannot understand
Why his anger erupts so easily
As his mother looks on helplessly
At the damage I caused
When all she ever sought
Was an end to the vicious cycle
A transition from hostility to harmony
Before time runs out
Tommy
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