Tom J. Mariani

Rookie (January 1948 / San Francisco, CA)

Tom J. Mariani Poems

81. 2008: Things I Don'T Want To Leave Behind 3/13/2008
82. Made To Feel Welcome 11/22/2007
83. Not A Pretty Sight 10/4/2007
84. Sense Of Smell 11/9/2007
85. Great Plans 10/12/2007
86. A Poet's Work Is Never Done 10/26/2007
87. About Bush? They Don'T Really Want To Know 11/9/2007
88. First Light 12/17/2007
89. Why Does The Summer Of 1939 Sound Like Now? 11/3/2007
90. Lady At The Desk Wouldn'T Understand 11/8/2007
91. For Members Only -The Ducks Had Better Duck 10/22/2007
92. And Then He Just Fell Down 11/13/2007
93. Looking For Encouragement In Icu 10/10/2007
94. 2008: I'Ve Got News For You 1/12/2008
95. Frost 10/4/2007
96. Discovers' Day October 8,2007 10/8/2007
97. Lovers Leap 10/3/2007
98. A Short Leap (You Would Think For A Mature Audience) 11/4/2007
99. Vox Clara 11/8/2007
100. At The Speed Of Light, What Word Pops Up? 12/29/2007
101. Life Is Truly A Ride 12/5/2007
102. **11-15-09***- - I Miss Mirth 11/15/2009
103. 2008: From 2001 - Just Enough To Win 5/7/2008
104. **04 - 2009 - Drift, Drown, Or Decide 4/22/2009
105. **a Cowboy Valentine-She Opened My Eyes - - What A Surprise 1/29/2009
106. ***6-25-09**what Soughs Through Me 6/25/2009
107. 12-07-07 No Poem Here 12/7/2007
108. **2009**and The Winner Is 1/20/2009
109. **bang! You'Re Dead 4/23/2008
110. A Friend Passing 11/8/2007
111. 2008: Is It Worth It? 5/2/2008
112. ^^^ An Idiom I Wouldn'T Have Guessed In A Month Of Sundays 4/23/2008
113. A Single Rose 10/28/2007
114. **07-18-09** Irish Love 7/18/2009
115. ***aug 13-09***for The Thousands That Have Destroyed It 8/13/2009
116. ***03-26-2010*** The Heart Of A Writer's Studio 3/26/2010
117. **** U.S. Election 2008 - What As Supposed To Be Cocomity And Cooperation Following Rancor 1/20/2009
118. Dance, Dance, Dance, 'Til You Can Dance No More 11/17/2007
119. ****02-22-10****it's Time To Empty The Nest 2/22/2010
120. *** 08-25-09 ***the Kennedys - - - Myth Or Reality? 8/26/2009
Best Poem of Tom J. Mariani

1968 Talking About The Revolution

I took off my glasses
that I might see
I took off my shoes
that I might be

The one I was in search of
The one I never had
The one that by finding
I would be so glad

I took off my watch
so I wouldn't know the time
I took off to nature
hoping to find the sign

The one I was in search of
The one I never had
The one that by finding
I would be so glad

I started to take of my clothes
I thought the last distraction
Then luckily I realized - - -
This is just a poem- - - an abstraction

Read the full of 1968 Talking About The Revolution

The Lamp

Writing poetry is like rubbing an old lamp.
At first all you're trying to do is get
the dust off, see what you've got a hold of and
what the lamp is made of.

Once the smoke starts to rise and the Genie
begins to appear, you sense the magic
without knowing what direction it will take you,
or the reader.

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