Monday, November 28, 2016

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

The train stopped in Denver and I was on my way to Aspen where the rich play in their Lincoln log mansions

I was going to play it like Robin Hood, only keep the money for myself

I was dressed in heavy combat gear to rob the rich, drunk, and flabby

The snow was deep and it was bitterly cold

The old residents could no longer afford to live in Aspen, it was now populated by politicians, freaks, and gurus

If I had opened a phsyiciatry office I would have made a mint

I was trashing the health spas and robbing Avon ladies and driving off in their pink cadillacs

I was not a wit at technology and so crashed through plate windows and sky lights

I was drawn to a fire in the far distant forest

People were chanting and dancing naked around the heat

The trees did a mock ballet

I joined them in dance and beat on an old Indian drum

They told me they were calling a UFO

I asked them why they would call such a creature

And they said, that they wanted to be taken to a new heaven because this one was broken

I was being tracked and I was tumbling through heavy terrain

Search helicopters glided overhead whispering for my body

I had stumbled and fallen down a deep ravine into a creek bed full of water

I was freezing, the ice and snow had captured me

The best you can do is go down in joy

I had found Shangri La once on the Mississippi River and I am not sure weather you can ever find it again.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas


 

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Friday, November 25, 2016

Upper Iowa River by Artist Troy Richard Thomas


Upper Iowa River 18 x 24 inches Oil on canvas
                                     $200

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Friday, November 18, 2016

Beach at Lake Macbride by Artist Troy Richard Thomas


                    Lake Macbride State Park
I have spent a life time kayaking this lake, and walking the trail system. The lake is similar to Rock Creek State Park in Jasper County.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

         The power hungry and the privileged

The rouges gallery of human trash up for cabinet positions

Economic collapse caused by a new President/ Game show host who is unpredictable and mentally unfit

The religious conservative movement is willing to sell it's soul for Rowe/Wade

Yet they care for no one but themselves, except during Christmas time (ending welfare for families and children)

A larger military budget, looking for another enemy, another war

Flag wavers, war is good for business but not for the soul, not for those in body bags

Make America White Again (Great Again)

Mayberry doesn't have room for Mexicans and black people

We go back to health care for the rich and the emergency room for the poor

             Riots, Ugliness, Police state

        Race war, Religious war, civil war, an escalation of division, and hatred

        The streets burn, towers fall, shots fired

                 The Haves and Have Nots

The country of greed that won't allow a safety net

A terrorist leaves a nuclear suitcase bomb in a city park

Little children play with Melania dolls and a doll that looks like an orange ape that shits itself

The parents sit at the picnic tables watching their children play.



Monday, November 14, 2016

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                 Alone in a space that is mine
                          It's all written off
                        Or either it's a sham
               Destiny is a damned place to be.

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas


Sunday, November 13, 2016

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Perrot State Park by Artist Troy Richard Thomas


Perrot State Park Trempealeau, Wisconsin. Trail leading up to the heights overlooking the Mississippi River and Trempealeau Mountain. A great place to go hiking, and biking. Elroy Sparta bike trail is nearby.

Brick by Artist Troy Richard Thomas


Brick patio at my old home in Newton. The brick is from a street in Newton that was near Central High School.