Thomas Vaughan Jones Poems

I gaze upon these leaves which once were green,
adding such splendour to the verdant scene;
Firm in their footings, dancing in the breeze,
flirtatiously carousing at their ease;
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The fireside chair sits empty,
I hear no more your song.
Each summer day is stagnant;
Each night is cold and long.
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Time has spun its mystery
The world falls fast away
Descending in a turning ball
Returning into clay
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I was tired and feeling quite thirsty
so I walked to the nearest bar,
where I met this peculiar woman
who was looking a shade under par.
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I was looking in the gutter when I saw this little note,
So I picked it up and read it, and somebody had wrote;
'You'll never get to Heaven if you keep on looking down.'
So I straightened up my shoulders; then I gave a little frown.
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In miserable circumstance
with heart and spirit low,
Poor Thomas is disconsolate
and knows not where to go.
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I shall not mark it as some
dark depravity
When you delve deep in my
abdominal cavity
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Me name is Mick McGonagle,
a man so rare and bold.
I live beneath a rainbow
with my pot of fairy gold.
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Once, when the world was filled with Rome,
through long gone mists of time,
there wasn't any poetry
for Romans couldn't rhyme.
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You can always tell it's April
By the sound of falling rain
That mystic, mournful music
As it trickles down the drain.
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