Buck Thomas
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DockA Poem by Buck ThomasShaky water beats softly on the dock.Flickering glow from the moon.Salty air sits upon the sea.Blankets cuddle the two from the cold.A long day’.. |
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Artful DreamA Poem by Buck ThomasStanding alone, upon your dreams.You are the painter, I'll be the paint.You brush me to the left, blue as the sea;Or brushing me right, green as the l.. |
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My Spanish GuitarA Poem by Buck ThomasYou are beautiful.Tattered and real.A Spanish guitar serenade.Flowing sound brushes back.The guitar speaks.Playful smile.Tugging at the strings.Pickin.. |
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MonumentA Poem by Buck ThomasTo live amongst a meadow.Green as the eye can see.Infinite landscapes.Deep horizons.But the meadow doesn’t seem enough.There is something missin.. |
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CalamityA Poem by Buck ThomasIf writing like Bukowski,Casts a big storm.Then who am I,When I write like Yeats.Are the thoughts we ignore,Harder to taste.Does writing in verse,Deci.. |
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