Thomas Chickenbone
He was demented and well-known
By those who knew him not at all-
The thundering Thomas Chickenbone,
Who walked these famed poetic halls.
The younger lemmings aped his writing,
That came from his almighty quill,
That wrought much jealousy and fighting
Among his peers of lesser skill.
Larger-than-life, he walked alone,
Like some half human and half beast-
The brazen Thomas Chickenbone-
The bomb of poetry released.
He rolled his r's and hissed his s's
In every poem he would write
Like presidential addresses,
That he delivered day and night.
He was determined like a stone,
And no one could break his will-
The feisty Thomas Chickenbone
With balls of fire in his quill.
Some women said that he alone
Had stamina of a thousand men,
For mighty Thomas Chickenbone
Was very potent with his pen.
August 18,2007
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Dr. Robert F. Thomas
Chorus:
Dr. robert f. thomas
May his name forever stand
Dr. robert f. thomas
Was a mighty, mighty man
And he enriched the lives
Of everyone that ever knew him
And in my song i hope to sing
Some of the praise that's due him
Dr. thomas was a man
The lord must have appointed
To live among us mountain folks
In eastern tennessee
And he delivered more than half
The babies in those mountains
Among those babies
He delivered me
There was no way to drive along
The roads back in those mountains
But dr. thomas got there
Just the same
He often rode on horseback
To get where he was needed
But if he had to walk
He always came
Repeat chorus
Dr. thomas was a friend
A neighbor and a doctor
Though he seldom got a dime
For all he'd done
And i remember lots of times
We sent for dr. thomas
But i don't recall a time
He didn't come
They say a man is judged
By the deeds he does while livin'
A judgement when he stands
Before the lord
And i know heaven holds a place
For men like dr. thomas
And i know that he'll receive
His just reward
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Thomas
Thomas knocked the secret code on the door
and immediately it swung open,
all of his friends were talking simultaneously.
"Thomas! Thomas, Mary spoke the truth,
He lives." But Thomas did not believe them.
"Unless I see the marks in His hands
and stick my fingers in his wounds,
I will not believe that He is living."
Only a week later while the group was gathered
Jesus appeared among them and said:
"Peace to you, " turning to Thomas
He said to him: "Take your fingers
and investigate my hands. Push
your hand into my side."
Thomas exclaimed: "My Master and my God! "
"You believe what your eyes have seen,
but blessed are those who believe
and hath not seen."
Thomas did never doubt Jesus again
and while visiting Calamina in India
Thomas destroyed an image of the sun god
that the people their were worshiping.
The priests caused their king to arrest him
and Thomas was sentenced
to be burned with red hot metal plates
and then to be cast
into a burning oven
but to their astonishment the fire
did not harm him and he was still
alive and well inside the oven
and in great anger the priests
of the sun god grabbed spears,
throwing them into Thomas
until they killed him.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Disconnected
Bridger Zadina, Darya Hope, Olivia d'Abo, C. Thomas Howell, Briana Marin, Thomas Adisi, Caleb Thomas, Nadji Jeter
from Disconnected (2017)
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D. S.
Written and composed by michael jackson.
Produced by michael jackson.
They wanna get my ass
Dead or alive
You know he really tried to take me
Down by surprise
I bet he missioned with the cia
He don't do half what he say
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
He out shock in every single way
He'll stop at nothing just to get his political say
He think he hot cause he's bsta
I bet he never had a social life anyway
You think he brother with the kkk?
I bet his mother never taught him
Right anyway
He want your vote just to remain ta.
He don't do half what he say
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Thomas sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Does he send letters to the fbi?
Did he say to either do it or die?
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Thomas sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Tom sneddon is a cold man
Thomas sneddon is a cold man
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song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Skippy the Frog
Skippy the frog alone on his pad,
Admiring his reflection as if his dad.
His frog legs are strong as he jumped so high,
Landing on a turtle he missed the fly.
Thomas the turtle, scared half to death,
As he plunged under the water with barely a breath.
Skippy the frog, laughing, as hard as he could,
Thinking Thomas the turle was a piece of wood.
But laughing at someone he had hurt,
Thomas the turtle ate green desert!
poem by Keith Foley
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For Mr. Thomas
From faded newsprint used to wrap a fish
Inscrutably the muse selects your face
As i sit drinking famously in an irish bar
Five thousand miles and thirty years away
With the usual ceremonial you were crowned one night
King of the field where doctors nail the cows
To make of the cock's quill the rights of language
And the pricking heart a sword against the hours
Let smirking scholars writhe in their favourite bondage
And hold you plaintiff to the charge of art
Exhibit a: he falls on legendary lines
Singing mother i don't want a pain here in my heart
The judge in me sucks eggs and jerks the sacred meat
But the boy in me still dreams in milk wood town
Like two provincial bastards playing the galleries
I hold your photo to a mirror upside down
And as bacon wafts through hungry streets, your ghost pervades
Just like an old ex-boxer aged twenty two
Staged-up like falstaff or the wild welsh rimbaud
You'd laugh to see the monograms they make of you
Ah, mr. thomas let us ramble through the midnight fair
Let us throw old bottles at the ferris wheel
Let us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlight
Let us steal whatever we are supposed to steal
Let us watch while the days grow daily more mundane
That rough god go riding with his shears
Hack wide the belly of the swollen mountains
And rip molten heroes forth from their furious tears
Oh, mr. thomas, oh, mr. thomas,
Let us steal whatever we're supposed to steal
Mr. thomas, oh, mr. thomas,
Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel
Oh, mr. thomas, mr. thomas,
Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel
Oh, mr. thomas let us ramble through the midnight
Let us throw bottles at the ferris wheel
Let us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlight
Let us steal whatever we're supposed to steal
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Thomas was my true name but everyone knew me as Mick, except my mother, who knew me as definitely Michael.
quote by Thomas Keneally
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The 'Viduate Dame
'Tis the widow of Thomas Blythe,
And she goeth upon the spree,
And red are cheeks of the bystanders
For her acts are light and free.
In a seven-ounce costume
The widow of Thomas Blythe,
Y-perched high on the window ledge,
The difficult can-can tryeth.
Ten constables they essay
To bate the dame's halloing.
With the widow of Thomas Blythe
Their hands are overflowing,
And they cry: 'Call the National Guard
To quell this parlous muss-
For all of the widows of Thomas Blythe
Are upon the spree and us!'
O long shall the eerie tale be told
By that posse's surviving tithe;
And with tears bedewed he'll sing this rude
Ballad of the widow of Thomas Blythe.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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The Boys And The Apple-Tree
As William and Thomas were walking one day,
They came by a fine orchard's side:
They would rather eat apples than spell, read, or play,
And Thomas to William then cried:
'O brother, look yonder! what clusters hang there!
I'll try and climb over the wall:
I must have an apple; I will have a pear;
Although it should cost me a fall!'
Said William to Thomas, 'To steal is a sin,
Mamma has oft told this to thee:
I never have stolen, nor will I begin,
So the apples may hang on the tree. '
'You are a good boy, as you ever have been,'
Said Thomas, 'let's walk on, my lad:
We'll call on our schoolfellow, Benjamin Green,
Who to see us I know will be glad.
poem by Ann Taylor
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Incarnate Devil
Incarnate devil in a talking snake,
The central plains of Asia in his garden,
In shaping-time the circle stung awake,
In shapes of sin forked out the bearded apple,
And God walked there who was a fiddling warden
And played down pardon from the heavens' hill.
When we were strangers to the guided seas,
A handmade moon half holy in a cloud,
The wisemen tell me that the garden gods
Twined good and evil on an eastern tree;
And when the moon rose windily it was
Black as the beast and paler than the cross.
We in our Eden knew the secret guardian
In sacred waters that no frost could harden,
And in the mighty mornings of the earth;
Hell in a horn of sulphur and the cloven myth,
All heaven in the midnight of the sun,
A serpent fiddled in the shaping-time.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Nowhere Boy
Aaron Johnson, Kristin Scott Thomas, Thomas Sangster, Anne-Marie Duff, David Morrissey
from Nowhere Boy (2009)
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I Walked And Walked
I walked and walked
And thought,
‘Maybe I'll find a poem in walking'
I walked and walked and walked-
No Poem.
But then I thought,
‘Maybe the walk is the poem'
All around me worlds of things
Green and bright,
A good day after all-
Maybe the walk is the poem
And the writing it down,
The stopping to listen.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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No, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.
quote by Thomas Moore
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The Old Doubting Thomas
The old doubting Thomas is living today
And most of his school friends long with the dead lay
To the war cry of the leader they took up the gun
And they paid with their young lives for the war to be won
The young doubting Thomas he was young back then
He did not march off to war with the other young men
And though in his honour never a parade
He feels no regret at the choice he had made.
The old doubting Thomas he feels rather sad
That in World war 1 he lost his young dad
To his widowed mother a devoted son
He promised her never to take up a gun.
He still talks of the father he never did know
A war hero almost nine decades ago
The only regret in life he's ever had
Is that he never did know the one who was his dad.
The old doubting Thomas from time looking gray
His grandchildren have school going children today
Many of his school friends died in World War 2
And the dreams that they had were not meant to come true.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Depend upon it, after all, Thomas, Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man. For my own part, there is no seducing me from the path.
Edgar Allan Poe in from a letter to Frederick W. Thomas, February 14, 1849
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Ray Leonard was more of a favorite than Thomas Hearns that night.
quote by Thomas Hearns
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Cardboard Boxer
Thomas Haden Church, Terrence Howard, Boyd Holbrook, Rhys Wakefield, Marlo Thomas, David Henrie, Macy Gray, Johanna Braddy
by Knate Lee from Cardboard Boxer (2016)
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Lord Thomas And Fair Ellinor
Lord Thomas he was a bold forrester,
And a chaser of the kings deere;
Faire Ellinor was a fine woman,
And Lord Thomas he loved her deare.
'Come riddle my riddle, dear mother,' he sayd,
'And riddle us both as one;
Whether I shall marrye with faire Ellinor,
And let the browne girl alone?'
'The browne girl she has got houses and lands,
Faire Ellinor she has got none;
And therefore I charge thee on my blessing,
To bring me the browne girl home.'
And as it befelle on a high holidaye,
As many there are beside,
Lord Thomas he went to faire Ellinor,
That should have been his bride.
And when he came to faire Ellinor's bower,
He knocked there at the ring;
And who was so readye as faire Ellinor,
To lett Lord Thomas withinn?
'What newes, what newes, Lord Thomas,' she sayd,
'What newes dost thou bring to mee?'
'I am come to bid thee to my wedding,
And that is bad newes for thee.'
'O God forbid, Lord Thomas,' she sayd,
'That such a thing should be done;
I thought to have been the bride my selfe
And thou to have been the bride-grome.'
'Come riddle my riddle, dear mother,' she sayd,
'And riddle it all in one;
Whether I shall goe toLord Thomas his wedding,
Or whether shall tarry at home?'
'There are manye that are your friendes, daughter,
And manye a one your foe;
Therefore I charge you on my blessing,
To Lord Thomas his wedding don't goe.'
She cloathed herself in gallant attire,
And her merrye men all in greene;
And as they rid through every towne,
They took her to be some queene.
But when she came to Lord Thomas his gate,
She knocked there at the ring;
And who was so readye as Lord Thomas,
To lett faire Ellinor in.
'Is this your bride?' fair Ellinor sayd;
'Methinks she looks wonderous browne;
Thou mightest have had as faire a woman
As ever trod on the grounde.'
'Despise her not, fair Ellin,' he sayd,
'Despise her not unto mee;
For better I love thy little finger,
Than all her whole bodee.'
This browne bride had a little penknife,
That was both long and sharpe,
And betwixt the short ribs and the long,
She prick'd faire Ellinor's harte.
'O Christ thee save,' Lord Thomas hee sayd,
'Methinks thou lookst wonderous wan;
Thou usedst to look with as fresh a colour,
As ever the sun shone on.'
'O art thou blind, Lord Thomas?' she sayd,
'Or canst thou not very well see?
O dost thou not see my owne hearts bloode
Run trickling down my knee?'
Lord Thomas he had a sword by his side;
As he walked about the halle,
He cut off his brides head from her shoulders,
And threw it against the walle.
He set the hilte against the grounde,
And the point against his harte;
There never three lovers together did meete,
That sooner againe did parte.
poem by Anonymous Olde English
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Life Shrinks
Shall I wear a buttonhole to jog your memory?
So youll recall the promise
That I swore you made to me when we were younger
You look sorry for yourself but what about?
Im some idea youre not without a doubt
So you can put away that tongue
I dont know who Im trying to kid
Ill find another name for you
Ill try to put the blame on you
For everything we did
Life shrinks and before you know it
You have forgotten all the cuts and bruises
Just be thankful we were only fighting for buttons
And you know by now who loses
Youre only half awake because you never go to bed
And when he hears about it
You know then the both of yous is dead and thats a promise
Youll be sorry because I wont tell you again
Youll stick like that one day
And if you dont believe me go and ask st. thomas
I dont know where its going to stop
Spend your whole time trying to stay
From breaking down or running away
Or trying to keep up
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Breaking Silence
It is not speaking that breaks our silence,
but the anxiety to be heard. Thomas Merton
***
In chilled twilight swells
the chorus overwhelming
echoing passion,
half of water, half
of leafy bank, the night they
fill with lusty will,
persistent, straining
these marshland poets converge,
anxious to be heard.
poem by Steven Federle
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