Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr Poems

Pulse...Perception...Integral...
Woman on a corner,
'Neath looming storm clouds,
Stands stoically gracefull,
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Woman in the night
singing songs to a lamp post,
in her tight, haughty wrap,
ornate spangled shiny glass,
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To hear of the tragedy in Charleston

To hear it was the Democrats
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O'er th' waters of Hudson each midnite
Stars o' emerald be seen o'er streetlite
Its necklace of light sweeps down low
To New Yorker's it's just staus quo
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Alzheimers-[ No ''Body'' Should Become A ''soul''Like This]

When do the moments begin to move
on wings of hours veiled and skewed;
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They say we are creatures of habit
whoever the hell ''They'' are...
Such a shame ''They'' gave us all
this excuse for avoiding Change,
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Sprays of windglaced ice-dust....freezing mornings dew,
on the fresh needled spruce, immune to autumns wake -
of feral gusts, that sent sprite colour leaf to crusted soil,
while listening to Decembers eerie fife unfurl its chords.
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Each year Tradition takes our arm, and we follow
Despite the many troubled Mind's left to wallow
We wish for each other good tidings, great cheer
Prosper and happiness...for the coming New Year
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You should have seen the look
in your skeptical eyes
when the satellites landed
on the empty tarmac,
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The Christian Feast of The Epiphany
is known by a myriad of alternate names,
such as The Coming of The Magi, Three
King's Day, Visitation of The Three Kings,
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