Tom Farrow

Joined August 2024

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A retired truck driver writing poetry that rolled around in my head for many years.

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Corte Pivoteado
Quietly she sat at the bar all alone Occasionally looking at her phone Her dress so perfect, cut low in the front Like prey for a wolf to stealthily hunt
By Tom Farrowabout a year ago in Poets
My Queen
My Queen Upon her lovely left hand My queen doth wear a golden ring. Jewels encrusted in the band. Upon her head a crown
By Tom Farrowabout a year ago in Poets
A Little Bird Told Me
Part 1 Nineteen sixty three on a schoolyard full of swings the children go outside to run and play with the various things,
By Tom Farrowabout a year ago in Fiction
Wedding Vows (poem)
All That I Am All that I am I give to you I know it’s not much I hope it will do My body my soul My heart and my mind
By Tom Farrowabout a year ago in Poets
Silence is Golden
Silence is golden, so many shall say In bringing us peace in so many ways Leading our minds to meditate Each precious thought to dedicate
By Tom Farrowabout a year ago in Poets
Helios
Helios marches in his chariot of fire Driving daily with vengeance from East to West Chasing darkness from the royal blue sky
By Tom Farrowabout a year ago in Poets
To Serve and Protect
What must it be like when you go to work To know that your life might be in danger To know around each corner trouble could lurk
By Tom Farrowabout a year ago in Poets
Occam’s Razor
What is my only true love up to now Whispering constantly on her smart phone Secrets she is keeping from me and how To where does she always go all alone
By Tom Farrowabout a year ago in Poets
The Story of Fannie Echols
Information for this poem gleaned from the National Park Service web site. Original story by Juliet Galonska. Photo of Judge Parkers Courthouse also taken from the site available here: https://www.nps.gov/fosm/learn/historyculture/first-woman-sentenced-to-hang.htm
By Tom Farrowabout a year ago in Poets
A Pair of Lovers
It’s the way that you speak to me The way you walk across a room Your movements fluid seductively free The fragrance of your fine perfume Your face, your eyes, all I can see
By Tom Farrowabout a year ago in Poets
Babbling Brook
In the woods as I walked along alone I could hear a sound inviting to look My ears leading to the direction honed Before me a gentle babbling brook
By Tom Farrowabout a year ago in Poets
First Emotions
When a baby is born Only two emotions discerned Happy or sad is all that there is For anything else it has to be learned
By Tom Farrowabout a year ago in Poets

Tom Farrow

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Corte Pivoteado

My Queen

A Little Bird Told Me

Wedding Vows (poem)

Silence is Golden

Helios

To Serve and Protect

Occam’s Razor

The Story of Fannie Echols

A Pair of Lovers

Babbling Brook

First Emotions

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