Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr Poems

Awoke to feel your voice seducing me
....................................mmmmmmm,
so sensuously.
Glancing, at th' hands
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Finding the opaque prism,
Steering a bull by its horns,
Digging for water on Gobi,
Expecting peace in the East
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Inside the womb of an Eastern breeze

Seraphim's fixed in wingless freeze
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The Rush Of The Write & Wrongs In The Wee Morning Hours, By Window... _____________________________
Who say's Frank James Ryan can't get away
from the Dark, Dead & Dreary for 1 night?
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So, tell me Mum, did'ya see th spark?
'Aye, lad...seems 'twas only yest'rday,
'uv the light that split th' bloody bark
whin' th' stork' touch'd Kellenwood Bay.
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'Let sleeping dogs lie', is what they say,
whoever the hell these 'THEY' are;

And besides how I abhor all cliché-
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Yellow orb veils the gravid Moon...
shocking the brains of the Earth,
lambs in fields, eyes to the sky,
they live by congenital presage;
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Visited the Tomb of the Saints last week
at the catacombs, 'neath the River, Hudson,
Cracked cobblestone... carves its gruff path,
outer walls wrapped in pea-green moss,
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Bending tree, subluxed from time,
and absent of friendship-
from its fellow nature, all gone now,
once neighbors intertwined as one-
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Oh, for they who cannot see what's before them,
simple deductions...based on repetitive proof;
paradigms and paragons that soon become a paradox.
Read the lines...in between, stories all of them;
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