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Fearless
A Poem by
Tom Friel
He is cut from the same literary cloth as those that came before him. He reads much more than he writes, clever critiques define him. "Unin..
No, Thank-you
A Poem by
Tom Friel
It was A simple life Easily defined Easily overlooked A life Swept under A life Hidden from sight Hidden from love A life Of rituals Da..
When Time Was A Friend
A Poem by
Tom Friel
There was a time when time was a friend. When roses bloomed again and again. From winter thru fall, you flowed through us all. Taken for granted..
Run with the Words
A Poem by
Tom Friel
Run with the words Like the wind through the trees Run through the paths Where youth did once lead Run with your heart Your mind and your soul ..
Life\'s Just A Circus
A Poem by
Tom Friel
There's joke's everywhere on this Saturday night, in this dive of a bar where the boys like to fight. Ol' Bozo the Boozer was back in his c..
Works For Me
A Poem by
Tom Friel
I like it simple I like shallow ponds And rolling up my sleeves I like anyplace As long as it’s someplace That I belong I like beer And..
Four Eyes
A Poem by
Tom Friel
He sipped, feeling incognito Behind his sharp studious eyes He had seen enough to know A look was better than a lie Unchallenged by his new deme..
Mirror, Mirror
A Poem by
Tom Friel
Virtual images Virtually the same size Both share Venal imperfections Both being Virtually indiscernable From each other Vividly lifelike Bo..
Dr. Gachet
A Poem by
Tom Friel
More tired Than sleepy One man’s resignation Is another man’s genius Stroked in sadness Both men feel The weight of the world As..
When I Paint My Masterpiece
A Poem by
Tom Friel
DeKooning found the staircase Picasso filled his needs The artist feels to him what’s real From his soul his heart thus feeds In love I&rs..
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