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Thomaz  Poetry of the Superwolf
Welcome to The Wolf's Haven...for poetry...news about Shannara series...or tidbits about life in Phoenix ,AZ....


I will have some of my work posted here as well as on the links below.. My hidden talent requires you to log in ..sorry... And shadow poetry is for online   help for struggling poets and has none of my work there...
On Spyder's site, my work can be found under thomaz99 or thomaz
And finally..on poetry.com type in my  last name and you can view more work there ..

Hope you  enjoy this site and take something from my words thanx!!!!

Jarka Ruus  the newest Shannara book is almost done..Can't wait to read it...

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Terry Brooks Homepage


Shannara link


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Links:
www.artofwolves.com
Myhiddentalent.com
Spyder's poetry empire
Shadowpoetry.com
Everypoet.com
About the Superwolf
Name: Thom Mondhink
superwolf1973@yahoo.com
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Tokens

Tokens in pocket
Jingle like music
To those with no tokens
Nothing to buy
To those who are broken
Nothing to hide
Spread open to the moon
Tokens and a spoon
All I have left
My only gift
From you to me

Tokens in pocket
I see the locket
Hanging from your neck
I'd give mine for yours
Pretty and gold
So precious to hold
Inside a picture too old
A new gift from me to you

Tokens for heaven's gate
I hope I am late
Lying to angels surrounding
Spin and rounding abounding
Soul-less and cold
Brazen and bold
Insides turned to glass
Trade my tokens in at last
A selling of me to buy you.
..
Crystal...
I know you see...
In between..
My layers of reality...
The spaces I need...
To hide the substance I am..
A shading to hide the truth...

Clarity is the most important..
Between two people .. A part..
Over and over from the start...
Discover the glass pane heart...
To show the liquid clear inside
And a shading of the truth....

Clearest ...
You can be seen...
In a dream...
Your layers of complicity...
The traces you heed...
To close the wound I am...
A scaring to hide the truth...
A Poet's View

Open...
Close...
The doors ...
Remain doors always.
Open...
Shut...
The window...
Show the day.

Open...
Close...
The door .....
Offers nothing today.
Open...
Shut...
The window.....
Allows a soul see a way.
Stings
She speaks verses under the sun
To no one in particular
Alone in her moment
Alone inside herself
With my hand upon her cheek
I press gently on hollow bones
Caressing away the stings of torment,
Of self doubt ,of denial of one's talent.
She speaks silently to the wind
To ghosts of our past
Together with the dead
Together in her head
With my lips to her ear
I whisper softly prayers to them
Washing away the sting of sin,
Of failure, of wanting for life again
I tell them they are better off
Where they are safe from life's stings
All poems Written and copyrighted 2003 Thomaz

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