' The S E E R { Born Of The Third-Eye } Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Old woman rocking in her Gooseneck chair,
Embroidering scarves, with ominous stare,
Rolling white paper, Maryjane by her side,
Pining all who swear- by the Seer's Eye.

Portending from a mind borne of omen seed,
Clairvoyant blood-gypsy... Pythia's queen?
Deals tarot, reads your hand, robs your breath,
Says: 'my spirit sees your life, feels your death'.

Blows dust off a hardbound by a noted sage;
Her powers bare the mark of Cherokee day's;
Born nineteen 'ot three on injun' grounds gold;
From the tainted seed's of nomad's, so foretold.

Still captivates believers from years long past,
Since Teddy and his Rider's...you do the math.
Never married....pledged her love to Maryjane;
Says it keeps her mind clean of angry migraines.



Frank James Ryan, Jr / FjR
From 'The Attic of Beginnings'


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