My words have been emptied
turned upside down to dry.
I thought I had something to sell,
but that turned out to be a lie.
I am holding on to nothings
hoping my pillow is more than wind.
I can’t find a reflection;
I think the mirror is broke again.
I tried to google up a memory,
wanted to make sure I got it right.
I found my search was useless.
There were no hits for my delight.
My eyes have gotten sandy.
I’d watch but I haven’t got the time.
Just when I think I have built something,
I get a notice of foreclosure saying it ain’t mine.
11:08 PM
11/03/08
Alexandria, VA
Author notes
I am fine and happy, so this is not about me.
Really 
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Sir Tomis you are a brilliant poet & I thank-you for sharing... I love the whole write so Im not going to pick anything out...p.s. I'm glad its not about you...
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This still has left over C&W flavors that I had floating in my mind. My vision started with thoughts like glasses being empty and hung out to dry. No words to become drunk upon and blame for the orgy in the mind.
Glad you enjoyed this. It is one of my little delights. Nothing great, just a little jig beside the road as life carries on.
Love, Tom B.
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Everything you want is yours
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So much tongue-in-cheek and double innuendo. This is both about writer's block and disillusionment. It is about getting attached to material things and thinking that you are what you do and not what you be. Nailed to the door, the title, plays with the sheriff nailing an eviction notice but their is more than one meaning there too. We, humans, often talk past each other because we hear what we mean while the other person is meaning what they say and telling us something other than what we think we hear. This is all too tricky to explain on paper without writing a book. So, I stop here. Sorry if I leave you more confused than when I started.
Love, Tom B.
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wow...you have an amazing talent of expression and use of words, i really like this one!!
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Thanks. This one is veiled with the shadow fear and shows how that makes our vision unclear. I guess, it is one way you could read it. I like layers of innuendo. We are always involved in some process of metamorphose or we are dieing.
Love,
Tom B.
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wow...i rarely read a rhyme by you! I can totally identify with this write, so thank you for both the nice surprise of rhyme and for touching the reader.
Love, Lane
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I don't abhor rhyme. I, just, find more often than not that it gets in my way. This time it felt supportive. This poem was a combination of feeling like my thoughts and words were being emptied of meaning and that somehow I had no place left to call my own. Thankfully, just a brief excursion, but it left a dent.
thanks for stopping by.
Your friend,
Tom B.
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Ah, writer's block
that word foreclosure has such a hollow sound
like the echo of footfall before hitting the ground
beats a hasty retreat with that dearly bought
by a penny or two paid for a phantom thought
~ KL
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thanks. When you make so much of life the birthing field of your art, life turns quickly empty when the flow of words stops. At the same time, I find, now, that I spend more time being at peace with my richness. Not being smug, no, more being open to recieve what has been given me. Stil, my wants never really line up with must be and the brat inside can pout with the best.
Love, Tom B.
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OKay, I've read this again, and I think it's finally hit me the right way.
You are amazing in this write Tom. I love every single line, verse, hell I even like your punctuation
much love,
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Just a simple bit of word play to say life ain' t bad if you get it and don't be to attached to material things because they can get stolen away any day.
Love, Tom B.
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p.s.
perhaps I should specify... I didnt find it "humerous" perse... just the tone... the ending felt a bit light hearted, and made the dreary even seem okay... does that make sense? lol
Of course you know me.. and will understand my comment... won't you?
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This was so different from your norm. I like it! The rhyme is only hinted, therefore it is no where near being forced, which of course is appreciated It was actually delightful to read, in a weird way. There was a dreary feel, but almost humorous Like you were being sarcastic almost. Hey... who does this not describe this day in time.. we all have sand in our eyes!
Loving this!
Mel
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This is one of those poems that is best describe, I guess, as being sardonic. I do it casually, as if one day of disaster is like any other, I started with writers block and went down hill from there
Love, Tom B.
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Juls
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You promise a comment but I will always accept a hug.
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ok... I will comment now!
I think everyone has had these thoughts at some time or another, but not able to portray them quite like you have. I just love the 3rd stanza, made me smile... even though we live in a world full of technology, a human touch, be it a hand or a memory is always best.
Love
Juls
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The quality of human suffering and expectations, the ride never be up and down -- only up, create the litany of complaints and the ever incessent whine. I just played with it and tried to give it a more creative expression. Of course too much literary excellence immediately ascends to a soap opera. Perhaps, I did not reach that far.
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Tom, you and soap operas should never be used in the same sentence
Love
Juls
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Wow rhyme. I noticed some of your past poems have a bit of rhyme to it but nothing like this - I like it
I love this because of how down to earth it sounded and how these words can cover such a wide spectrum of emotion. I love the last line - it wrapped this write up in a silver bow.
Lovely write!
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We are without ownership. Most of live life like it is about collecting things and keeping them. Life is about living and setting free.
Love, Tom B.
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DREAMS
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I am a course in healing. My life has danced with the edge of life and death far too often. There is a level of irony in this poem and a certain sardonic humor. We create our relationship with life and when we choose suffering we leave out so many other possiblities. I am only here because I never let any incident or accident be an excuse to not celebrate and give thanks for being alive today and for not giving all I have to life. Life fully and laugh often with everyone you can.
Love, Tom B.
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believe it or not,I was in this mess. but the end of the month came and the money came to so the lawyer settled the matter and my house is still mine...or maybe I told you already...anyways;ok.
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As always the events of this world strengthen us and make faith a greater accord.
Love, Tom B.
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just to think... when we think our lives are all so good. that things are actually lookin up for once. the rain starts to come and then it starts to pour.
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Life is weather. It shines, it changes, it rains and floods, then when winter is over spring and summer come again. We cannot expect it all to be a wonder of roses when we to often get hung up on the thorns.
Love,
Tom B.
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How true
so sad to realize this is happening everywhere. glad to hear you are doing well my friend.
*Go with God*,
Valerie
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I am oft' a revelation of blessings and the knowledge that God will have me be. I can never see all the greatness my friends say He has gifted me with but I try to do what I can with what I can see of His gifts.
Love,
Tom B.
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good, and yes...I laughed a few times. Ahhh! The IRONY!
jin
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We expect miracles for every occasion. A Hallmark store where we can shop and chat awhile, but find the right phase and spell to make all our troubles well. Some are consumed by this belief and turn to addiction for relief. I have learned that the best comes with patient thought and a thankful heart for all the blessings and friend I have got. Yes, this is tinged with irony and an understanding that nothing is a dark as we would believe.
Love, Tom B.
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How have you been Mr. Tomisb?
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Healing and holding on. Got a new job and seeing if it is the answer for bills and such as I live on. Raising a son and hoping to suceed at the parenting quest. I hope for you and yours the best.
Love, Tom B.
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So glad you put the disclaimer in the AN's otherwise I would have worried...nice to know you write about other's and the world crisis rather than yourself in this. C
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I am not saying times have not been tough with medical bills and being laid off, but with what had been put aside and a wife whose assistance can never be celebrated or honored enough we have teetered through.
I got the first verse in the dark of night and found myself growing the rest of the poem. It is darker than the space I live out of but strong enough to deserve being shown.
Love,
Tom B.
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