Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr Sonnet Poems

Stories from the grave, speak their tales on winds of faith;
methodically, we lay our wreaths and sweet moon orchids,
standing o'er the steel-grey rock with humble, silent hope
our whispered prayers somehow reach the souls we beckon,
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October leaves behind.....its charm,
November winds fracture young limbs,
Scent o' flowers hail impending doom
In Mother Nature's cold hearted womb
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Time, Space and the number of Stars
incubating on the far-side of reach,
moving like white-caps on Bering,
because water is lighter than fire,
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Symbols, numerical signs,

Symptoms of social malignancy
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Choking 'pon herbs an' chemical
Twisted Brain absent of breath
Both Halves anti-symmetrical
In all essence waiting on Death
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Stories from th' grave, speak their tales on winds of faith
Methodically, we lay our wreaths and sweet moon orchids
Standing o'er the steel-grey rock, with humble, silent hope
Our whispered prayers somehow reach th' souls we beckon,
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October survives behind its vim,
Of amber and umbers flailing limbs,
Novembers wind ghosts hide and loom
In Mother Natures scruple less womb
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And, should my hemispheres ever ossify,
Freezing logic's mind from reason's plane,
Should I ever be trapped in desuetude-
Close my eyes, love, and tell me you love me.
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Veiled to silhouette ''Itself'' 'fore God's penumbra
Cursed and cast to the black charred chaos of Hades
Arrives by sin to place Its thorned badge of rubicon
'Pon the heart-thread's of a populous lost in ersatz
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The positions we take when under pressure
are not necessarily our positions at all.
Acceptance is an element of human need
that we dare trade-off with our dignity;
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