Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

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Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)
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Born & Raised in The City That Never Sleeps, New York...U.S.A.

Since I began posting my work as a member of an online poetry group in 2006, the mass majority of my daily readership has and continues to come from non-member visitor traffic, via various sources in the Tri-State Metropolitan Area of the Northeast United States, which includes: Central & Southern New York, Southern and Western Connecticut and Northern to Central New Jersey. The supporting venues include: Bookstores, Local and County Libraries, Junior and Senior High Schools, as well as several New York based Community Colleges. In addition, as of February of... more »

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  • Electric Lady Electric Lady (10/24/2016 2:15:00 AM)

    May the spirit of Edgar Allan Poe continue to inspire this poet. I'm sorry I deleted the past comment, but this one is much better. Frank is clearly passionate about writing poetry, and may he reap his many rewards. Poetry is a beautiful language that touches many hearts, and Frank James Ryan Jr touches the hearts of many. It is truly an honor to praise such a poet with courageous integrity. Peace and love and God bless.

  • Lalitha Iyer (7/23/2016 3:43:00 AM)

    he is an ocean of all seven oceans of wisdom, intellect, clarity, discretion, logic, humour, love, beauty, charm, sensuality, vocabulary, imagery, just a genius unimaginably great...................he has no comparison at all in this poem hunter...............he is the jewel in the crown of gods...............he is above the world..................he is the poet of paradise...........he writes what could not be absorbed in one single sitting.................he is my dream and only.............

  • The Reader The Reader (8/3/2012 12:45:00 AM)

    Yes...The Tomb Of Masterpiece...! ! !

    If this is pornography then entitlement to run this emotionally, artistically and intellectually rich cyberspace becomes questionable. The poem is the masterpiece that artfully describes silences, comment on the stillness and silence that permeates that space between the mother and child. It’s the commentary on how David’s sculpture in stone is malleable. If this is pornography then all the ‘turkey’ that abounds at PH is lewd. Its the poem about bodies that are yet to formed in flesh whose grand design exists only in the grandeur of thoughts.

  • _____________________________________ - (8/3/2012 12:09:00 AM)

    This visit is to pay tribute to the tomb of masterpiece ‘A Succinct Symmetrical Sex Story’. It’s not a poem but Michelangelo’s explanation as to how a fabric cast in stone can exude warmth and tenderness. It’s a narration of how the moment long space between lovers becomes a monument.

  • Harriet James (8/1/2012 8:13:00 AM)

    I love your ability to laugh at life, you're the funniest! ! ! And I agree with the million comments below 8-))

  • S.m. Kozubek S.m. Kozubek (7/16/2012 3:15:00 PM)

    Your poems are very good-and thank you for your comments as well.

  • Meda Martha (7/12/2012 2:17:00 AM)

    You're a genius for sure...........

  • Joanna Pavlides Joanna Pavlides (6/30/2012 7:43:00 AM)

    beautiful poetry... very thought provoking and inspirational. I will definitely be coming back for more reading

  • Cynthia Buhain-baello Cynthia Buhain-baello (2/13/2012 1:07:00 PM)

    You do excellent poetry and I hope you will keep writing more of them. Thank you for sharing your passion of writing to us.

  • Barbara Clafton (6/15/2011 7:40:00 PM)

    Beautifully written, emotionally moving, awe inspiring works. Thankyou for sharing with us xx

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Best Poem of Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

' Emeralds And Black Diamonds...

Lie down lass, with me, in sage green meadows
Your blouse flouncing open, in the teasing breeze
The meadows, feel so cotton, this time of year
Come lay beside me lass, and sense the softness

Open field, sweet honeysuckle....arouses my yen
For passion 'neath th' sparkle by th' mid-noon sun
No clouds abide our scape of choice, to pleasure
An', again I ask you lass, come lay you down by me

Come close my love...these hungry emerald eyes
Beg to stare into your warm, black diamond eyes
Take my hand in bond, my lov', as I assure you
That emeralds and ...

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