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Two Candles That Burn
A Poem by
Tom Friel
Two caught on a wire Two caught in a fire Caught in a love Both know Would tire Two candles that burn Two lives that learn Lust has its price..
Grandma\'s Day
A Poem by
Tom Friel
I wrote this one a few years ago when my beloved Grandmother was soon to be celebrating her 100th birthday. Grandma went on to celebrate 3 more birthd..
Welcome to Simplicity
A Poem by
Tom Friel
Welcome to simplicity Grab yourself a lure We're fishing near complexity Of which there is no cure Choose your tackle simply Never fish to deep ..
Life
A Poem by
Tom Friel
The cold will soon be lifted The fields will soon be green Winter's hour will soon be over Nature's beauty will soon be seen Winter's peace will m..
An Archie Bunker Christmas (to the tune of Sleigh ..
A Poem by
Tom Friel
I hear that ring ting tingling Ding ding dingling cheer They’re singing give me money It happens every time this year Outside the crap i..
Gray
A Poem by
Tom Friel
There was a time I understood Not everything But at least what I thought I should There was a time I understood The difference Between bad and ..
Home
A Poem by
Tom Friel
There are needs and there are wants. At times I want, abackyard of flowers with acres full of corn, upon fertile ground. All on one canvas, bri..
nothing left
A Poem by
Tom Friel
i have nothing left to offer no poignant inspiration will ever flow from me just an ocean full of words endless words eternally at rest inside of..
Field of Dreams
A Poem by
Tom Friel
I look across the fields Freshly planted with seed A reminder Of our plentiful life A reminder Of a land so free Farmers are such optimists ..
The Skirt
A Poem by
Tom Friel
The symposium generated a heated debate. The sabres were put down for dinner at eight. Cocktails were served and tongues did wag As the "s..
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