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Poems Written the Week before my Birthday

Recent Poems, and sayings
Living alone on the icy barren coast
80 miles from any other one,
he led a simple spartan life
of walking, sleep, and food.

The weather was frigid. The soil was scarce.
No trees just a little moss.
He got a beard and revelations -
and became the Shepherd of the Rocks.

He'd traipse among the sharp worn flock
and bring back any strays.
And corral the ones that wandered off
into walls he'd watch each day.

He carried a staff of hard dried wood
that whacked with a piercing knock.
the only sound over the breaking waves
from the Shepherd of the Rocks.
I love the cone shaped hats!
I love the cone shaped hats!
On clowns, magicians, and courtly ladies,
I love the cone shaped hats.
This is a difficult road
This is a difficult road
There's stones, ruts,
mud, and potholes -
This is a difficult road.
on the Moon
Ah these Remington 'nocturnes".
How sweet the sound of paint!
If the planets are a city,
Pluto is a farm.
If the planets are a house,
Pluto is the barn.
We live on the horns
of a dilemma -
One side anabolic,
catabolic the other!
(See my bio hypothesis).


This bookmark is my ticket!
Film sequel: 38 Steps and one fall.
She was one of the tall straws!
Do be a fan. Don't be a blowhard.
This music gives me an arpeggio up and down my spine!
Clothes with more holes than buttons.

Tom Hendricks

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