A.J. Ryan Poems
|2.||Howlin' Mad Wind||5/23/2011|
|5.||Liquid To Fall||6/3/2011|
|6.||One Day California||6/9/2011|
|9.||That Fire On A Winter Night||12/1/2011|
|10.||My Summer Feeling||12/4/2011|
|12.||The Long Road Of Life||12/9/2011|
|14.||A Bad Man Called Liquor||12/11/2011|
|15.||Like Toy Soldiers||1/15/2012|
|16.||Writing A Poem||1/16/2012|
|20.||The Black Leather Couch||1/28/2012|
|21.||No Love No Life||1/30/2012|
|25.||Now A Reality||5/21/2011|
|26.||Jason My Son My Only Son||5/21/2011|
|28.||Fight In The Making||12/23/2011|
|30.||Dedication To A Teacher Of Mine||1/14/2012|
|31.||Goal Of My Life||7/2/2011|
|32.||Lies Of Being Gay||5/21/2011|
|33.||On A Snowy Winter Day||12/12/2011|
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On A Snowy Winter Day
The silence was so startling
As I walked on a snowy winter day.
The owl in his tree hooted partly,
But that was all nature had to say.
The thick foggy snow poured down and blinded my sight,
It painted every single outside solid white;
The endless grass and trees,
All the rugged cracked fences,
The empty roads and streets,
And them lonely park benches,
The frozen-over lakes,
The roofs of all houses,
Every jet black painted gate
And my brand new coat and trousers.
I imagine parents and kids playing in the snow,
Throwing snowballs ...
I was eight and at the graveyard.
I missed a day of school,
But that was a small star
In a dark night sky.
All was wearing black,
It matched the leaking water tanks in the sky.
Along with the descending coffin
Dropped our heads and our moods.