Thomas Danaher

Las Vegas, Nevada, USA

Tom is a westerner and has a great love for nature and for people and his poetry expresses this feeling. He has a Ph.D. in Metaphysics and helps people enjoy life more by counseling, lecturing and instructing individuals and groups in the arts of accessing their subconscience so they can gain greater control over their lives. This means freedom from smoking, alcohol, overeating, stress and all kinds of fear. Tom's published booklet of poems and epigrams called Rumblings of a Las Vegas Desert Rat is being revised and expanded.

Sitting By The Campfire

Sitting by the campfire
I drink stream water from a Tin cup.
A moonbeam falls into it.
I sip it.
The water has turned into Wine.
I sip again.
The wine is gone!
The moon has disappeared Behind a cloud.
Alas!
What cruel games the gods Play on us.

Even Cowpokes Need Love

Who needs a rocket to the heavens?
I see Venus crystal bright
I'll ride in a silver cloud
On the solar wind
And pluck cupid's star
From the soft spring night

Cowboy Gambler In Las Vegas

I am a lonely man
Standing at the edge of
The sky.
A full ten years ago
I left the ranch.
Tufts of hair have changed
From grey to white.
At poker
Much has turned out bad.
Undaunted I stand
My back to the times.

Fallen Leaves

Fallen leaves,
Fallen leaves
The wind blows
You about.
Cowboy O cowboy
As you laugh so do I.

Fallen leaves,
Fallen leaves
The wind blows
And blows.
Cowboy O cowboy
As you weep so do I.

What Is A Cowboy?

What is a cowboy?
A cowboy is a sailor
A land sailor
And the prairie is his Sea.

He is an innocent god
Who is not bound by
The law of the land
But of the sea
And therefore
He can do anything
Without guilt.

Thomas welcomes letters. You can write to him at:
Thomas Danaher c/o The International Poetry Hall of Fame, 1 Poetry Plaza, Owings Mills, MD 21117
All poems Copyright © 1997 Thomas Danaher. All rights reserved.