"The Sonnet Of The Dreamer"
(Rhyme Scheme: "AABBCBBAACABBA")
Jeffrey Reed, Lord Thompson
In Elyria, Ohio USA
Fairly Late At Night, Listening
To Some Fairly Recent Jazz . . . .


I am God's dreamer, put out on parole;
Her kettle, steamer - as if in indole!
My sea-ship, that vessel - my heart, she took;
What she stole can't return; the forest shook
By the brook, which I stood by, in wonder -

I'm just so God's dreamer, prates as forsook;
Her, riddled sunlight . . . the brook by it's nook
Falls to breeze under trees, a moon-lit whole;
Chess game of kings - takes queen - I am her stole -
I am rook - pitched lie / should die: sins' blunder . . . .

She is God's dreamer, now; me in a stroll,
Can't forget what she caught, reading that book -
Cannot fret what we ought, not . . . ringing look,
She is God's taken dream - her in my bowl.


"O, Love, That Fills Me With A Peace; I
Wander." An 11 Syllable Per Line "ABABCDCDEEFGFG
Rhyme Schemed Sonnet," By The Poet, Jeffrey Reed,
Lord Thompson, Composed A.D. Saturday, May 25, 2002;
While Listening To The Music Of Chausson


O, love, that fills me with a peace; I wander.
O, stars . . . who wonder in the sky, answer prayer;

Yes, . . . you are of an angel - of our thunder,
LORD - Christ Jesus, light, and King! I take no dare

Some would decide on, but I whisper with wind;
Cool, and casual comes about - carr'ying breath, and

Air cools blue stars, those even set seven-shinned,
Bowing to our Lord, giving Him worship . . . sand

Shimmers to the ocean's inside, in which I've
Eyed, mostly in my mind, now; an Earth of jive.

Careless, we ponder what holds our pollutions,
As the smog wasn't always there, breathe it's winds -

Of deceitful notions, ####### solutions -
Fair: across the galaxy - it, too, has ends.


"Nine Candles To The Menorah Equals Freedom"
A Sonnet Composed by The Poet, Jeffrey Reed Thompson
A.D. Saturday, May 25, 2002, While Listening To Madonna's Album,
"#######" - As Where Fish Swim . . . Early Afternoon, Elyria, OH, USA.


The Jews have led the way to Heaven;
As, I blessed, perceive The Menorah;
What's Holy, as the # 7. . . ,
Speaking it's parables, of Torah;

It's light has shone brighter, as Churches:
At - not enough oil to dream by;
It's the light - that brought Messiah; why
Hang by a tree among the birches?

Just let one God's Holy Spirit sweep
You away, as the breeze rides. . . greater,
Just - is the kindness of the view, deep;
You renew yourself by that thief's lure,
The un-named truth , future: yogurt's leap,
Heals it's descendants; . . . dreams, of what were.


"A Menorah Lover's Sonnet"
A.D. Sunday, May 26, 2002, Elyria, OH, USA
Early Afternoon, On A Cloudy Day,
By Jeffrey Reed Thompson
"Even Upon Hearing Rachmaninov's 'Isle Of The Dead'."
(AABBCDEFFGGBCD Rhyme Scheme; Nine Syllables
In Fourteen Lines) For: David Lee Roth


Life is now coming around for me,
Even though I am blind, and can't see.
Strife is coming upon me from where -
Even Jesus is Lord, one Christ: rare.

"There is Christ as so many the stars,"
Someone said in their prison; treason?
"It just flows to the secret backyard . . . ".

Psychotic in spring, I am formed - of
The dew of the ghouls in their own love -
For evil! lurks likely - like ladies -
Looks love'ly as sin to some rating, . . . .

"And so, how have I really failed?" Jars
The prison doors SHUT, as the reason:
"We cannot stop the poet, or bard."


"Let Socrates Take Care Of Me"
A Sonnet by The Poet, Jeffrey Reed Thompson
A.D. Sunday, May 26, 2002, On A Partly Sunny, Early
Afternoon In Elyria, OH USA, "While Listening To
Some Symphonic Material As Written By Walter Piston."
(ABCDDEEABCDDEE Rhyme Scheme; Pentatonic Iambic Rhythm)


I love me - all of my thoughts are: but dust.
I rate me- all of that worry: is woe.
"Equate me? 'I've almost no borders, sir'."

I save me: all of that stuff is of stars.
I gave me: all of my woe, beyond Mars -
"Forgive me - quasars of my own being!"
I die, too; so is: "me, and you;" seeing

I love me - some just want me to but bust.
I rate me - everyone is on the go.
"Equate me? 'All the quacks are as: what were'."

Christ, save me: life is as rough as mud, tars.
Christ gave me: strife is but tough, broken jars . . . .
"Forgive me - razors but are delaying . . . " -
I die, too - "only what I'm conveying . . . ."


"United States Sonnet US"
A Sonnet by The Poet, Jeffrey Reed, Lord Thompson
Composed A.D. Sunday, May 26, 2002, In Elyria, Ohio,
While Listening To, "The 'Vesperous' Sounds Of Some
Of David Diamond's 'Symphonics'," Amen.
(ABABCDECDEABAB Rhyme Sequence To An Iambically
Pentatonic Sonnet Structure.)

O, how I love those United State's sounds!
Booming awe is the timpani; woodwinds -
Bring bright, bowers of flowers . . . spring abounds,
Memorial day - plays the violins

Burnished, as sun shines within, smiles, and reaps;
Comes out with a triumph - it's own, lone sore
For awhile, in the USA . . . breaks clay,

Polished, as moon-tides; with sin's carried leaps
Comes The Messiah to forgive them more,
For beguiled is the USA; wakes say

Of the poets - as that army surrounds,
Blooming towards those boastful symphonics - bins,
Brought not for ridicule, but that, in bounds:
Memorial day - forgiveness of sins.


"Like Soul Rape, My Shadows"
A Poem by The Poet Lord Thompson, Jeffrey Reed
A.D. "Memorial Day" Monday, May 27, 2002,
In Elyria, Ohio USA: "A Fairly Bright, Sunny Day -
Outside." (ABABABCDCDCDEE Rhyme Scheme;
Pentatonic Iambic Syllable Structure To 14 Lines)


I am a maestro in my mind; inside,
Where - I am, as sleeping w / in my dreams,
Comes a current which tugs - aches, but abide
I - on my own side, I am who I - (seems
Startled . . . ) who I am! "Do not so deride
Me, please . . . ", as all that has been before . . . gleams
Of some golden-city, penetrates; mixed
Like the dream I died in, ride, to the cliff
I fell off of's - infinitely perplexed . . .
Me, then: "who gives the powerful-most rift
That suffocates, as me, to die, so vexed?"
Then, as the multitudes, as Christ loves, stiff
In their regiments, my woe! Adulteries
Of soul, woe: that, and it's new factories . . . .

In The Lord Jesus Christ, God's only Son,
Jeffrey R.T.

The Night, Midnight Air In My Distress . . . .
And: Christ Jesus is coming again!
And: This "Psalm" Was Written By His Poet, Jeffrey R. Thompson
AD > Wednesday, August 28, 2002 - Elyria, Ohio USA
While Listening To The Grateful Dead's "Nightfall Of Diamonds" CD 2


People without weapons
Getting wrecked up;
Politicians rule the streets -
Their pervert cup
Of a sick wine, touches everyone -
Waiting beneath the sun, as if they're someone -
Wanting not to be nothing for the worthless; -
God destroyed two cities of this type
Wanting something more for man
Than the new trick in a van with the man of slick-hand drive,
Banned am I - soon will be mom and dad -
And amidst my distress
I nearly try to save a dying nation
In it's last beacon of freedom -
May just go in the mud, with me:
Do you know what I am saying?
May my lust flow - cow's the cud, mine:
God does know what I'm saying . . . .


"Geoffroi Des Posies," or:
"Jeffrey of Poetry" > "Saint Jeffrey of Poetry?" < Sounds GOOD! (o,'
"Amen . . . ".

"Death's March"

By The Poet, Jeffrey Reed Thompson

Composed AD > Sunday, 08 September, 2002

In Elyria, Ohio USA, "While The Poet Was

Listening To G. Mahler's 9th, Conducted By

Bruno Walter."

I.

So, I think I made: a mistake.

And I think I've made many . . . .

But: I do not want to go to the lake

Michigan,

For something has begun before this land

Banned me to death!

Was it my cousin, Seth?

Of Egyptian mythologies:

And the Hebrew escape.

II.

These days, it is like: date rape,

Screaming in my ears

With all it's fears.

Here,

I am like the Messiah -

They there gambled for His clothes -

At the cross is how die ya -

"From lizard to Spirit - to cheer it within you,

Christ Jesus made all things for you,

And your enjoyment - not to curse you,

Is His creation: Divine, and non-carnal."

My hat was theirs, for I did have it;

And: my cross was mine, for they can't bear it -

They just socially segregate

And make it God's law,

As it's me they delete!

III.

Then, Juliet came to her balcony;

"It was me she was spying, and for me she was dying."

When, Romeo cannot be me,

"It was he born so poor - and is me in the chore . . . .

'Of but a rich man's son who's seen the sun,

Closing in on the human race, and away, we run!

'I have the fairer sunsets in my mind,

And can release them onto mankind -

But I'm unkind to some mothers -

Do not believe 'brothers.'

Do not believe, 'carnal.'

'My ship's wrecked - and banal'!"

Chose your own currents - you deliver,

"For my life is water - nothing more,

'In truth to gain, I am insane;

'the wind does stain - a rooster cried,

Just for ME, as I lied, 'Jesus is the Son of God -

Yea: 'He is the Christ child forever,

Born by the power of The Holy Spirit to The Virgin Mary -

Him crucified and resurrected,

For you've sinned, need forgiveness,

Ere you've been found, and detected -

But 'what have I really not sayed?

As I sought God above, the forest swayed,

The town just lay silent, at night -

Police sirens filling it - and ambulance cry.

And:

'This is the world where I die;

Many strove for this goodness, in voice I now try,

Simply: practiced apprentice of my own,

Now

There is sun for every one - if they only could see'!"

And I'm mine to touch it - I am blind, and don't see -

I am too deaf to hear

Through the calls of the fear -

I am too mute to speak of it,

Ere I'm willing, afraid,

'We are Christians, you Muslims: do I so hate you all'?"

IV.

Christ Jesus, forgiving: a merciful child;

"I will imitate Him, for I am growing wild."

Through the shivers, I hear it,

"It is God speaking through."

Some may say,

"We are Christians,"

But Christ, was a Jew!

Hallelujah, Amen, and: The End

May I Say, "We Are Christians" - Be Free Of Pride, "Who Derides?"
A Sonnet By Jeffrey Reed Thompson


And I cannot do all I want to do -
For God is righteous, alone - so still true -
I cannot live the perfect life by Christ,
Jesus - pleading with my father, for me -
Ah . . . immortal forgiveness - I've sinned / priced -
Jesus Christ - a fool who hung to a tree?
He will still die for me, as a new Jew -
Ancient . . . lurking . . . and with witchcraft, too; true -
I was not born as thus to my own kin -
And still, how I must remain this, to them;
And it is about God - remaining true,
Him who suffers the cause, ere your hair, liced
Makes you known the poor fool who is but you -
I am like the so bugged, as in lu, sliced!

True God / False God / Fools
Jeffrey Reed Thompson
Thursday, October 10, 2002

Since the Cedars within me caught fire
And the bush that I showed her's not burning -
Since the poets just go, and aspire -
And the lush they once had is a mossing -
When may the poets rest, and retire?
The bridge still isn't safe yet, for crossing . . .
You don't like my words - I hate your ways -
I have no right to speak of it, do I?
You do not have to fight against God - prays
I have of you standing, I cannot lie -
You remind me of hypocrites, churches -
I have thought you to gather at lurches -
You are as ravaging wolves! May you rot!
I may be prophet - be your God is not!

"Monsieur - Je Parlez L'Anglais, Aussi."
Jeffrey (Geoffroi) Thompson

"For God, all is possible." - Christ, Yeshua
Spake; I can't help it - I work out - like law
Is my stake . . . how they don't understand - liced
My hair - like by all of them - can't I thaw?
Like Arctic tundra slips away - no proof
I've to offer of my French class - aloof -
"I have taken the Sabbath - we've taken
OURS, created, and elated . . . " - and, then
An end comes to all of it - approval
I do not seek with my prayer - upheaval
Of my devil be - a thorn of Satan
Pierces not only me - we three, four - can
Be more in chore - just like Cinderella -
Be - "I've walked the rain - without umbrella!"

"Be Yahweh's My Song - Of Some Future Day."
Jeffrey Reed Thompson

Still, I think it is best, "you know not what it means"
Still, "I am not 'the best' -" - "Yahweh gave poets dreams."
I've over-gone my cause, enough;
Yet I'm determined, care enough -
Din - of my rhyme - like a wind chime which stills -
Din - I'm sublime - like: I pay my own bills . . . .
Not your thrills - your killing joke - I am choked -
Not your wills put together - yoke God made -
Not your pills - my tilling spoke - lie, slam - spoked -
Not your tills - by my soil - soaked sod bade, . . . .
Misunderstanding - what I have boxed in;
I'm not commanding - I mean my own sin -

"It - is my music of another day; I prayed -
In the dark pit I've lain - 'I've paid'."

"Only If There's Love Is A Fight Of Faith, Worth It."
Jeffrey Reed Thompson

Has our Lord, Yahweh ever sung to me?
I have not heard Him - you all are too loud -
Nor will I sing for you without pay - be
My dream - be I deaf - the Virgin's own shroud -
Say "I'm proud" to the wind - I know I've sinned -
And I do not need to sin for you - pinned
As I am - and you all cannot save me -
Whimmed in my mind - Jesus Christ forgave me?
I am "warlock's wart" - I have no oath of
Who I'm - rue to you, "Bartok's port" . . . but love
Is from within me - from our Lord, above -
If it's the truth - and care for it only -
If truth has faith / hope - sound - atonally -
"Is overcome by love- why I'm lonely?"