The Selected Poems of Thunder R. Falcon |
Mother's Poem by Ricia Jo She was born under the sign of the Fish of the Seas and the Horse of the Lands. Her Totem is the Falcon that soars the Skies. Her Spirit is everywhere, from the Earth of this World, on to the next, from the Worlds of yesterday, to the Worlds of tomorrow. Today her Spirit rests in these pages, for you to rest and sojourn with me. Copyright © 2000 by Ricia Jo All Rights Reserved |
In Remembrance of Something Lost and So Near September 11, 2006 - T.R. Falcon Falling bodies forever rising from once towering forms, now molten ashes. Five years have passed in longer days and it's still so wrong. After all this time, you're all still here and so far gone. If a new world had been shaped out so perfect and clear, With riches in wisdom and fine crafted gifts to give, We'd gladly give it all away, so you could live. But we've been neither wise or clear with keen vision. The truth of the matter, we've been weak minded in sight, With our wits missing in action, gone in quick flight. With your passing, we can't help but wonder if we've done right by you. In days since, we've been bouncing reckless with fear and confusion. Instead of the way you departed, flying blind and brave, past delusion. Soon after, it was echoed in grand tones that you died for freedom. But secret deals were made, your fate just more currency to be spent, With this precious thought fading into another tarnished thing for rent. Yet in a sacred place mere mortals dare to fight over, you raise the stars. But there remains a great unknown deed that still remains undone missed on cue, That we can only hope will be worthy of the enduring memory of you. Holding you high, beyond the clumsy failings of human touch, We have dreamt visions of your new incarnation far from here. With so much still in doubt, we can still feel you lost and so near. In Remembrance of Something Lost and So Near Copyright © 2006 by Thunder Falcon All Rights Reserved |
My Name is Moonlight My Name is Moonlight, And on the earth I am shining. As far and wide as my eyes can see, There are lovers dancing and basking In the glow of me. Here I glisten upon crying seas, while lonely lovers sing a familiar song to me. In the night they weep as oceans of tears Stain and mark their hearts and feet. Do they know, that I too am so alone, Fading for want of love in a cruel sky? I am something of light, With a name not worthy of his mention. I have no body, I have no soul, Only a sad soft heart without a key; Those joyous dancing lovers keep haunting me. Grateful lovers whisper to me wicked ironies, Thanking me for moving love through their door. Yet my light brings no life for a love of my own; Cupid, the mean winged thing wallows in lights of laughter Swaying with delight at my secret disaster. My name is Moonlight, But the Sun does not know of my name. Nor does he know of my clumsy deep love for him. He speaks to a world of lovelies, as I fade away. There exists no light where I could be as pretty, As the music of days that surround him in sweet play. Still through all the night I long to see his bright eyes, To feel their print of flame burn inside, His light to caress and sooth my heart. His strange beauty is wordless thing, That lives from within and a world apart. I am a bright thing lost to the night And on the earth I am shining. I wait for the Princely Sun to sing his song, To watch him rock away pretty dew in his morning arms. If only he would speak to me, A kindness for sweet company with the night. A pretty shape of thought to sooth an aching sea. A little medicine, that he would feel kindly on me. My name is Moonlight, The clouds move against my shining, And I love in the hurt of dark, alone. My Name is Moonlight, Copyright © 2000, Thunder Falcon All Rights Reserved |
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The Selected Poems of Thunder R. Falcon |
Little Tetoe by Thunder Falcon (First Place Winner of the1995 Past Presidents Award.) Little Tetoe, he's just a porcelain cat, Yet he can see all from where he sits at, Watching with meticulous care, Vowing to always be there, Beside the stillness of the white death bed. Little Tetoe, wears a grief painted frown, He pines for the prince adorned with the black death crown. With a soft meow, he comforts her spirit. But she's so far away, she can barely hear it, Trapped in a lifeless body upon the white death bed. Little Tetoe, only he can conceive, He's never been able to dance on a summers eve. Creatures who move and breath, Can not even begin to perceive Of life in an immovable body. Little Tetoe, he knows they don't appreciate The small pleasure of eating from a plate, He's never chased after a mouse, Or broken something in the house. When she leaves, will he be able to go too? Little Tetoe, that day he'll always remember, He was given to her as a present in the month of September. She'd walk on a moonlit beach with Tetoe in her pocket, Her friends would laugh and try and softly mock it, Yet, her heart beat for his in a sweet melody. Little Tetoe, has a chip on his ear, But the mourning of her loved ones he can't help but hear. Perhaps someone will knock him his table, Oh dear, he'd push himself if he were able. He can't help but wish to be broken into countless pieces. Little Tetoe, sends a delicate prayer, Urging the elegant emissary of death to take her from there. With steely green eyes, he silently cries, For his mistress, upon the white death bed. Little Tetoe Copyright © 1994 by Thunder Falcon All Rights Reserved |
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