Thomas Vaughan Jones
Thomas Vaughan Jones Poems
- Is There Anybody Out There Space! The final frontier where ...
- An Old Sailor's Prayer Bring on the Pilot, cast off the ...
- Forty Seven Years We met in nineteen fifty five and never ...
- An Old Love Viewed By Candleli... That flicker finds the ...
- Uncle Henry Uncle Henry, in a corner, sleeping by the ...
- The Male Chauvinist Parrot Percy the Parrot, so pompous and ...
- The Fall Of Julius Caesar Once, when the world was filled ...
Thomas Vaughan Jones was born in Liverpool, is indisputably Celtic and has those characteristics which include a deep sense of melancholy (hiraeth) for the land of his fathers, and a sense of humour which prevents him writing anything even remotely serious. Unless of course, he is discussing Love or Death, which is an entirely different matter.
Tom began his adult career as a professional soldier in the British Army on the Rhine, where he became a regimental signal instructor and fell in love with countless Aryan maidens. After a fairly short military career, it was a logical step to become a Firefighter, where in the course of thirty years he rose to the rank of Supervisory ... more »
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Is There Anybody Out There
Space! The final frontier
where stars are simply signposts to a place,
where, we are told, a paradise awaits.
Open to all who live within God’s grace.
But is He there? That Sentient Entity!
Does He exist? Or is He just asleep?
Does He no longer hold a watchful eye,
or does He take delight when strong men weep?
The World is screaming, torn by war and blight.
White collared men place all the blame on Man,
for God is Love, and love is blinding light.
But Love lies bleeding in His Master plan.
Should any say that Man must have his ...