Stan Petrovich

Rookie - 204 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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Petrified Mouth

petrified mouth
Posted on March 11,2011 by pseudoprometheus
words formed before flowers–
the grumblings of thunder
the screeching lightning
eons of rain pouring
made the sonorous poetry of the earth;
bleakness of the plains defined the
sadness inherent in our thought;

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