Stan Petrovich

Rookie - 198 Points [ezramon] (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)

Stan Petrovich Poems

1. The Beat 5/25/2011
2. Petrified Mouth 5/25/2011
3. Faraway And So Near 5/25/2011
4. A Nightmare 5/27/2011
5. Largely, It Is A Case Of Misidentification 5/28/2011
6. Red-Hook Talisman 5/29/2011
7. Who's There 5/30/2011
8. Somewhere, It's Dawn 5/30/2011
9. My Last Day 5/31/2011
10. Moodswings 5/31/2011
11. Isthmus 6/1/2011
12. Parallels 6/1/2011
13. Pretending Trees 6/2/2011
14. Greed, The Common Factor 6/2/2011
15. Phantom Tiger 6/3/2011
16. The End 6/3/2011
17. Galaxies 6/4/2011
18. Soma 6/5/2011
19. Mental Therapy 6/6/2011
20. Polaris In The Eye 6/6/2011
21. Nightmares Fall 6/7/2011
22. Dismal Days 6/7/2011
23. Of Joy 4/14/2011
24. Schrodenger's Cat 5/24/2011
25. Eating Rattlesnake At Tortilla Flat 5/24/2011
26. Saturday In The Town Square 6/8/2011
27. The Exchange 6/9/2011
28. Harbor 6/10/2011
29. Sink Your Sorrows 6/10/2011
30. Issue 6/11/2011
31. The Screamers 6/11/2011
32. The Kiss 6/13/2011
33. Astounding 6/12/2011
34. Meet The Cowboy 6/2/2011
35. In The Mountains Of Madness 6/16/2011
36. Dzit Bizhi Adini, I 6/16/2011
37. The Future Affects The Past 6/17/2011
38. Blue Motel 6/17/2011
39. 'The End Is Near' 6/22/2011
40. The Abyss 6/22/2011
Best Poem of Stan Petrovich

And The Rains Came

After a 100-day drought
Wringing the patience from everybody's pores,
The rain finally enshrouded the concrete city;
Strange hungry plants invaded odd corners,
And tales of woe became tales of defeat.
The cars & trams were uselessly
Bound in a fog that lasted sun to sun;
Peculiar denizens of the forest deep
Fell punctuating from the sky.
An epidemic of ricketts, were it not for
Vitamin D capsules, made way.
Some were not immune.
Posters of bowlegged young men
Sprung everywhere.

Dr. Armundsun invented a tea,
With the extracts of saffron, ...

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Pan

A lilting melody accompanies me
Down the white-rock earthen path-
Played by Pan, half man,
And the air is an arc of rainbow drops,
With the forest smell pervasive,
The tug of gravity pushing my thighs;
The brunch underfoot of my creature company;
He scares me more than a little,
The cleft feet and all;

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