It’s In You

Many today, subject to waste but never too late
Yesterday was history, most still live in
Change is constant, the world never wait
Existence is to no subject if no justice credit
But thou art not need go north, south, east or west
Or visit the pinnacle of the greatest peak
In thy search for the peak or greatness
Thou art dwell much enough on the around – to no avail
So stop, quit from outward; open thy inner eyes
So equipped thou art, look inwards for the price tag
Not thy look nor the color thou cast
Thy life, thy existence, thy worth
Go deep for it, it’s in you and awaits your touch
Ensnare it; paint thy life for a priceless sale
Thommy’s Poetry
©Apr. ’09

Easter Sonnet

Heeded the trickster; defiance shatters the match

And the “Havened Garden” was confiscated for a switch
Like a leper sighted in the city of Syria march
They were thrown out into an ultimate search
And injustice leads like a tyrannical leader in hitch
Envy flows in their veins like blood gush
Then for “there” at Out-of-Eden; sons of Eve clash
‘Cos the Created Adam despised Him and His wish.
Yet His unfailing love reigns till tomorrow reach
Like a gift of appreciation for love on Val catch
So sent down was The Given Adam to redeem the stanch
Vividly recognizing this, yet man still forsakes His wish
Focusing on “there”; that lies in the search
Without His guide Out-of-Eden holds no niche.
Thommy’s Poetry
©Mar. ’09