Poetry that takes you on a journey of love, passion, life, and wisdom. The purpose of poetry is to engage ones emotions with the heart and mind. The root of our total being in thinking and doing and living. It expresses the truth that affects each human in every aspect of their lives.
Winter,
O winter,
Sing me a song, please!
A
song of wind, and time,
Of empty fields, and Barron trees,
I
will sit and not complain,
And
feel the coldness of your pain!
Of
animals curled in their caves,
And
mountains of white maze.
Winter,
O winter,
Sing
of things that stir my heart,
Like
frozen lakes of perfect art –
And
upon your lyrics I will write:
“I
lie in the darkness of night
where
moonbeams give me light,
and
only here my world seems right!”
Thomas
Theophilus© November 28, 2025
Kisses
gently upon her feet
The
perfume was so sweet,
As
I touched her skin –
Now
let that moment soak in,
A
moonlit night – spirits high,
A
passion that makes one cry!
Then,
a thought came to me,
“I
will never sadden thee!”
Feeling
goosebumps protrude
Satisfaction
I must conclude –
Luminous
shadows on the wall,
As
I hear her voice call:
“Please
don’t let this night end
(A
perfect love) is never a sin!”
Thomas
Theophilus© November 27, 2025
The
room is filled with smoke,
And
the music is so damn loud!
I’m
a lost soul dying in a crowd
With
a heart, some woman broke!
The
ice in the glass slowly melts
As
I drown in my own sorrow –
She
was just a notch on my belt.
I
will find another by tomorrow!
The
answers are in this glass,
And
I will drown her memory!
Here
is to them all, “Kiss my ass!”
If
only her spirit would let me be –
Then
I realized, this is about me,
And
all the tears in my whiskey!
Thomas Theophilus© November 22, 2025
Call
to me and I will answer you, and will tell you great and hidden things that you
have not known.
“Incline
your ear, and come to me; hear, that your soul may live.
I
will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you
with my eye upon you.
My
sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal
life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.
For
the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword,
piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and
discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.”
All
Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for
correction, and for training in righteousness so that we can be equipped for
every good work.
The
law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul;
the
testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple;
the
precepts of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart;
the
commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes.
The
heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. Day
to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge.
There
is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard.
Their
voice goes out through all the earth,
and
their words to the end of the world.
Call
to me and I will answer you and will tell you great and hidden things that you
have not known.”
“Let
me hear what God the LORD will speak, for he will speak peace to his people, to
his saints; but let them not turn back to folly.
“Your
word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”
Thomas
Theophilus© November 18, 2025
I
was thinking of you,
And
something came up!
“Do
you remember that night
When
the stars shined bright?”
We
were lying upon the grass,
And
just letting time pass . . .
I
remember to love in your eyes,
As
the whippoorwill made her cries –
I
was thinking of you,
And
something came up!
“Why
today that I now remember,
I
mean, it’s November!
Maybe
you were thinking of me,
And
your spirit won’t let me be!
I
was thinking of you,
And
now I’m feeling a bit blue!
Thomas Theophilus© November 13, 2025
Alone
in bed
The night is so still
Silence
surrounds me
Like shadows on a hill,
And
a feeling comes over me
Pounding in my head,
Why
am I alone,
And why is it truth I dread?
Thoughts
of her
My heart is filled with desire
O
this loneliness
Burns like a raging fire!
I
feel the coldness of night
Like snow on a hill,
I
lie in this darkness
Knowing love broke my will!
And
I know that I
Will have to face tomorrow
The
sad truth
Only I can bear this sorrow!
Thomas Theophilus© November 10, 2025
The
Violin player came to the mic:
I’d
like to dedicate this song to my wife –
Her
name is Marilyn Monroe Reese,
And
I’ll have to admit – she is quite a piece
(Of
work) and to think of her my heart hurts!
I
close my eyes – I can hear her voice,
And
my spirit begins to rejoice –
Looking
at the paths of life, we take . . .
But
it’s her memory I can never hate!
I
guess I can say, “She was a perfect lover,”
And
the times we had under the cover!
Then
he begins to sing and play:
“There will never be another
A beauty that was like no other
Oh, the passion in her eyes . . .
Hear the Violin – hear its cries
But it’s this you must know:
The angels came – she had to go!
Marilyn Monroe Reese was her name,
But why God, is it You I must blame?
Sometimes life can do us wrong,
That’s why I sing this song alone?”
Thomas Theophilus© October 29, 2025
