You are not here.

Flat granite marks the place.

Your smile, your grace

Permeates this space.

Flowers and prayers, I bring

To ease my suffering.

Silently, inwardly, I weep.

My pain runs deep.

Time and space do not erase

The memories of time and place.

You were my universe.

(Tom Fenning)

04/30/2000

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 We Americans should be thankful

For everything we have

Compared to many others

Throughout the world

Who have nothing about to be glad.

Because we live in a cultured society

Unscathed and protected

From despots and evil doers that we have rejected.

Although there are some poor in our midst

Who have little food or drink

This is far from the norm

There are many protective agencies

Who will feed and keep them warm.

But they need funds

To keep up with demand

And many volunteers

To help as many as they can.

Thomas Fenning

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

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I love the changes

That comes in the fall

With raucous cheering

While watching football.

The beauty of trees

Leaves so eye appealing

So eager to please,

 Decked out in Jacobs’s coat

Fluttering in the breeze.

Crisp apples snapping

With every bite,

 And cut out pumpkins glowing bright

The aromic odors

Of the baking pies

Tantalizing whiffs that brightens the eyes.

And of course

Turkey in the oven stuffing inside

The cook and family beaming with pride.

Thomas Fenning

Saturday, October 31, 2009

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A Matter of Luck

Luck is a special word

Usually meaning good fortune and fame;

However, many who are blessed with it

Are met with misfortune and defame.

Few who win large lotteries?

Know not how to handle wealth,

Because it is something they never had

That attracts many strangers bent on stealth.

The old adage, ”a fool and his money are soon parted”

Seems to be the norm

For those who gain sudden wealth

To which they were not highborn.

Thomas Fenning

Saturday, September 05, 2009

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Many in life

Fall out of grace

Simply because

They speak out of place.

They say the wrong thing

At the wrong time

It seems that they do it

All of the time.

They are always

For this

Or against it

When others disagree

They rage in a fit.

Never satisfied with anything

Being said or done

When joining a conversation

Others all run.

Tom Fenning

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

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 Trees decked out in Joseph’s coat

Reds, yellows, orange, rust, green

And every hue in between.

 Leaves dancing and fluttering in the wind

 Drop to earth

In a dizzy spin.

This wonderful display

Is short lived.

Winters winds will soon move in,

 Earth takes on a

Different glow

With the arrival of first white snow.

Bundle up and brave the cold

Use both hands

Your hat to hold.

Quickly scurry to where

You’re going

Because the winds are

Coldly blowing.

Hurry home where the fire glows.

It will toast your frozen toes.

Have yourself a nice

Hot toddy

It will quickly

Warm your body.

Slip off your shoes

Turn the TV on

 Watch the news.

Sleepily walk up the stairs

For your nightly snooze.

Say your prayers

 jump into bed.

Let the winds howl

And scream

While you enjoy

 Some pleasant dream.

Thomas Fenning

10/22/04

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