Frederick Francis

Frederick Francis Poems

Two wrongs may not make a right
But three wrongs means you’re on a roll.
Let my apprehension flow out with the tide.
Why not put one more to the final toll?
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I wonder if when looking back
We'll discover where we went off track?
If I’ll understand why you turned your back?
With such conviction you walked away.
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3.

You are quiet until you are loud.
You are deaf until you hear.
You are blind until you see.
You are mute until you speak.
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I hear solemnly on the morning news
Of another too soon tragedy over sea.
I turn the pages of the newspaper
And find a self portrait staring back at me.
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It’s a funny thing to listen to; their deep life concerns.
One group they speak of money, the other, earth worms.
Made of all the same material, and breathe the same air.
But for one the effects of life show far less ware.
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I walk grudgingly by.
The scraping gravel under foot
Echoes in my mind.
Step, step, step…Exhale.
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Success in life is an ambiguous term,
Its many meanings I’m starting to learn.

The road to my future is paved with tenacity
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Dangling there with my grip holding fast
No question of effort I know it can last.
But my stationary mind wanders and wonders
It is the tempting possibilities it ponders.
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Don’t get me wrong,
White wine does have its place:
Among women in floppy hats,
Men in suits and bowties.
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In a world where determination and a kind word
Are futile methods of rallying a herd.
But cut throats, fatal bullet wounds
And images of a grief stricken loved one
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So blessed are the blind,
Those who can see with eyes’.
Those with no insight into mind.
It is this sight I despise.
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The ripples that fade back to tranquility.
My smile diminishes in much the same manner.
You are the stone, cast to break the calm surface.
Noticed at the point of impact, then fading out of sight.
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Apprehension of what’s to come, experience of things past.
Our fear of re-occurrence, quite a shadow it can cast.
Enough to always rob the joyful light of something new.
Deny it all you want, you know this to be true.
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When I wander through my world there’s beauty all around.
If people have trouble seeing it, I wonder if their mind is sound.
It is not in small things that require close attention,
It’s so obvious and in your face I feel I need not mention
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A funny thing enjoyment can be.
Sly, mysterious and difficult to see.
If it is quantity you look for, the outlook is bleak.
If volume sustains you, your outlook seems meek.
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A casual glance that turned to more,
A smile never returned.
An un-pretentious playful thought
But your thought I could not discern.
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There’s not even a landscape,
There’s not even that.
If you fall off now,
There is nothing to hit and go splat.
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The Pictures, they’re crooked like they were hung with no care.
Black, white or purple, you’re all welcome there.
With these familiar strangers you just feel at home.
You don’t know a soul in the room but you don’t feel alone.
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An affliction we all suffer is narrow mindedness.
It does just what it says and allows us to see less.
We come by it honestly; it is not a conscious choice.
But occasionally make an effort to give the counter point a voice.
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I met a man in no important place.
Experience had now wrinkled his face.
There was something about how he sat with a smile.
I perched and watched him for quite a while.
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Frederick Francis Biography

I love poetry, it is the furthest thing from my profession and I think most people who know me would be totally shocked to find out I read and write poetry. I simply do it for my self. It makes me feel better some times, or allows me to put things in perspective. The reason I chose to put my poetry up on this website is because I started sharing my writing with a select few friends. I was totally shocked at how many of them just nodded and gave that smile of familiarity. What I concluded is that so many people are so similar in our experiences, good and bad, but many of us do not share them with one another because those conversations do not fit into out society. It is my hope that just one person will read something I have written and feel a little less alone.)

The Best Poem Of Frederick Francis

Manner Of Manners

Two wrongs may not make a right
But three wrongs means you’re on a roll.
Let my apprehension flow out with the tide.
Why not put one more to the final toll?
If you’re not tempted, just once more you lied.
At least I can be honest about dishonesty.
Behind my politeness I don’t cower and hide.

The way a prisoner would stare transfixed
At the ocean as it extends beyond the window bar.
Tension mounts the longer the temptation exists.
Preparing to pounce I move closer from a far,
A cat to dancing yarn, I can’t resist,
When I realize that this cat stands alone,
That my conformity ceases to persist.

Some people may say I am not proper.
I would reply politeness is just not me.
Ethics are important but cordiality I find
Far to restricting; I prefer to be free.
One can be polite and completely un-kind.
For this exercise in the inane I haven’t patience,
I’ll happily exist in the social rind.

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