Poetry is:

Balm for the body,
Melody for the mind,
Exercise for the soul,
Lyrics for life.

Poetry that communicates. In these poems Jack Thompson looks at life from all angles and all ages. Topics span from love to war and beyond.

Language: English
Paperback: 67 pages
ISBN-10: 1651006253
ISBN-13: 978-1651006252
Item Weight: 5.4 ounces
Dimensions: 6 x 0.16 x 9 inches

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You can teach him to obey the law and follow every sign;
You can teach him not to think but think the thoughts that you opine.
You can even drug his senses into catatonic sleep—
But when he dreams, he dreams of freedom.

You can train him like a monkey and put him through his paces;
Tax and sweat and drive him and make him run rat races.
You can work him dawn to dusk ’til he collapses with exhaustion—
But when he dreams, he dreams of freedom.

You can cage him like a beast and he’ll forget about ambition;
You can force obedience, at least, or trick his willful submission.
You can carve his body slowly ’til he begs for bliss unconscious—
But when he dreams, he dreams of freedom.

You can kill a man again, and again, and again, but he will always come back—
And when he dreams, he dreams of freedom.
And when he dreams, he dreams of freedom.

Copyright Jack Thompson

My World

Her radiant light and warming glow,
A constant beam and trusted flow,
Such admiration given so
Doth sooth my soul and help me grow.

I gaze upon her lofty peaks,
Protected from all windy shrieks.
With granite certainty she speaks
Of heights and vistas that I seek.

She blossoms with her petals wide,
Extending with a spectral pride,
Inviting me to light inside
And drink the nectar she provides.

She wraps me up in a Christmas bow.
I prance about, but always know
It’s she who grooms me head to toe
And makes me feel like best in show.

I see her love in every smile,
A beacon marking every mile,
To give my life a little style
And beckon me to stay awhile.

The planets on their solar sleigh,
The stars that paint the Milky Way,
Galactic wheels that spin and whir
Have nothing on my world with her.

Copyright Jack Thompson

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