Poems Read On My 70th Birthday In Order of Date
Tommys 70th Birthday PoemsPosted by Graham Thompson Mon, July 16, 2018 03:58:34They Have Cut the Wheat
They have cut the wheat I lay in.
We lay there tucked close by wheat and thunder.
Today the rains will crumble
The summer
soils which bore the grain.
They have burnt the willow I sat on.
We sat there haunched to steal the sun
But autumn fires have spread
From burning
stalks – we had to run.
They have cleared the copse I loved in.
We loved in greying skies with bodies burning.
The sharpest blades have turned
The leaves to
darker soils.
They have filled the towns with people.
I never noticed them before.
Winter's filled their cups with flesh,
The flesh which tendered every grain.
1965
17 years old
Promenade des Anglais
Bare-foot delights
stroke my tinsel hair
and whisper all day long
on sun-warmed pebbles
The singer raises coarse thoughts
to the opal blue med-sky
in a rhyme
without reason
And we all listen
spell.........bound
& asks me
play me
“Baby in Black?”
(My strange smelling gypsy love
it is you
I long for
but you are not
in black)
The guitar is passed
hand to hand
around the circle
to mine
My thoughts are much too sacred
to share so
I hum
“Babeee's in Black!”
she pleads
Those young firm breasts
I'll never fondle
except in my dreams
The French
stacattoes past my mind
The Deutschlander
Hans ze aktor
En plus, en plus
Russian Nureyev
never speaks
just leans
o'er the railing
jealous of our
poverty
of our
freedom
I´m tired of foreign languages
even my own
bouncing around
my head
Night pulls its sensual body
over our small bright lights
& finds us harboured
on the port's walls
Everday we are begging
like lost children
for more
bandana necked &
promenaded hats
for lilly-rich ladies
in Paris mode
Soon the
our cold stone bed
will wrap us
in its own white warmth
and the sea
will swing and call
in the moments of our dreams
1965 Nice
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