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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr
Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr New York / United States, Male, 56
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Iona Prep Accelerated H.S./ Concordia College
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  • POEM: One Perfect Rose by Dorothy Parker (3/6/2015 2:57:00 AM)

    Heard this recited in a Christmas movie...Sweet, succinct yet quite poetically compendious.

  • POEM: Never Be Lost For Who You Are by Lyn Paul (3/5/2015 2:54:00 PM)

    This is absolutely magnificent work from start to finish, especially including your lone-line close-out...Lyn, the work is powerful in so many ways...It elicits emotion, and conveys the preciousness of life, and that despite the Crosses we are all dealt to shoulder in this life, that we still have the power within us to enjoy the in-betweens, reverse the natural instinct to feel that you've been dealt a bad hand, and instead, know that whatever it is that needs to be shouldered, that others are either shouldering far heavier Crosses or unable to see things as you skillfully expressed in this poem....Structurally, I see virtually flawless movement throughout. I apologize for not getting to your work sooner...You are indeed a fine bard of the Silent Word...I look forward
    to reading a lot more of your pen-gems... ~FjR~

  • POEM: A Snowy Day by Nancy Chambers (3/5/2015 2:35:00 PM)

    Impressive Contemporary 'Ku, while keeping with it'd traditional syllabic requirement...Bravo! ~FjR~

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (2/21/2015 12:49:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    A wee succinct 'yarn' if you will
    on a very early Saturday N.Y. morn...

    Lessons Fom Cat's... ]^.^[


    Siamese Cat's perched on eaves,
    sans the slightest movement of vertebrae -
    sit ossified like creation's by Nengah.
    Below them they sense the same air above them,
    but only because they understand freedom.

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (2/16/2015 12:19:00 AM) Post reply

    I must concur, Allan, however, death could be quite lucrative for the beneficiaries of a filthy rich dearly departed...~FjR~

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (1/29/2015 3:28:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    A Visit To Your Home Amongst A Field of Stone...


    Thought it was time I stopped by to visit
    and yes, I brought flowers, don't you dare laugh!
    Habitual manners from an Irish upbringing,
    'Never visit one's homestead, uninvited or empty handed',
    that's what Mum always said, so I heed.

    Flowers are always freshest when laid
    upon mornings dew, while the Sun is still sleeping,
    yet, by noon, they'll be wilting by its hot yellow eye
    in the August haze, dying, decomposing.
    And my mind takes to thinking to itself
    how morosely apropos, these flowers be,
    considering the conditions beneath me.

    I knee-touch the bare soil, still settling,
    place the spray against your freshly cut stone.
    Flowers cannot speak, nor can you... or can you?
    I sense a breeze pass the nape of my neck, is it you?
    It must be, it has to be, for if not...
    I'm just standing here alone amongst a field of stone,
    listening to the breeze wisps behind me.

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