Lillian Susan Thomas


Lillian Susan Thomas Poems

1. Gray Sunday Put To Good Use 4/10/2009
2. Memorabilia Of Love 4/10/2009
3. Fish Or Cut Bait 4/10/2009
4. Tryst On The Golf Course 4/10/2009
5. The Lost Language 4/10/2009
6. I Miss Love 4/10/2009
7. Old Age 4/10/2009
8. Signing The Adoption Papers 4/10/2009
9. Senryu Series I: Downtown 4/10/2009
10. Senryu Series Iii: Sundown At Altas Lakes 4/10/2009
11. Senryu 2 (Tramps) 4/10/2009
12. Senryu 3 4/10/2009
13. Senryu Series Ii: Winter Blues 4/11/2009
14. Sap-Rising Song 4/11/2009
15. Alamo Dusk 4/14/2009
16. 'Rising...' 4/15/2009
17. Sermon, Accompanied By Woodwinds 4/16/2009
18. Chameleon 4/16/2009
19. *quiet Ownership Of Wildlife 4/16/2009
20. Against The Current 4/17/2009
21. First Car Totaled 4/17/2009
22. San Antonio Super-Walk 5/4/2009
23. Even In A Flour Mill Laboratory, Poetic Images Occur 5/4/2009
24. Sun Moods 5/5/2009
25. In The Ticking Of A Clock.... 5/5/2009
26. Witness To Ike On Galveston Island 5/6/2009
27. Haiku Series Iii: Alone With The Wild 5/8/2009
28. Haiku #5 5/8/2009
29. Haiku #7 5/8/2009
30. A Picasso Morning 5/8/2009
31. Scenery From A Bus 5/8/2009
32. Five Images 5/12/2009
33. How I Break Free Of Depression And Find Poetry Again 5/12/2009
34. Haiku #8 5/13/2009
35. Senryu 1 (Bicycling In Pairs) 5/13/2009
36. Haiku Series V: Sierra Madre Homecoming 5/13/2009
37. Indian Paintbrushes With Bluebonnets 5/14/2009
38. Haiku #10 5/14/2009
39. Haiku #12 5/14/2009
40. Haiku #13 5/14/2009
Best Poem of Lillian Susan Thomas

Seductive Poetry

When all the writings done, what has been said?
I've used my verse to seduce a heart; at least
I want you. Can I rhyme you into bed?

(I'll tell him by his kisses my love is fed,
And get him drunk on words.) Who needs a feast?
When all the writings done, what has been said?

Cino knew, 'Lips, words, ' and they might be led.
'I love you' works on women, subtly we're told:
I want you. Can I rhyme you into bed?

With all the times I've lost a friend instead
Of gaining a lover, I should learn to be less bold.
When all the writings done what has ...

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The Lost Language

When I gave myself to him,
It was the perfect rhyme of couplets.
He: the smack of consonants against teeth and lips;
And I was all the vowels in long sighs and high-pitched pleasure.
The words we formed now buzz in the silence,
Almost audible in this empty apartment, humming me to sleep.
A lost tongue never to be spoken again -
No matter how many tongues of how many lovers
Touch so lightly this skin again

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