Chris Forhan

(1959 - / Seattle, Washington)

Chris Forhan Poems

1. A Child's Guide To Etiquette 3/19/2012
2. Billet-Doux 3/19/2012
3. Gouge, Adze, Rasp, Hammer 1/13/2003
4. Last Words 3/19/2012
5. Late Meditation 3/19/2012
6. My Almost-Daughter, My Nearly-Was Son 3/19/2012
7. Prayer's Before Sleep 3/19/2012
8. Vanishing Act 3/19/2012

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    Hi,
    am Miss Serah, i saw your profile today, on this www.poemhunter.com when i was browsing looking for friendship and i became interested, in having a good relationship with you.and i would like to know more about you. It will be a pleasure to read from you, if you wouldn't mind, love has nothing to do with colour, language, race and distance, what do you think and feel about love and to be loved? you can reach me on my id, (serahplaza98@yahoo.com) so that we will know what the future holds for us, and also we are going to be happily together, I want you to know that real love cares and cures wounds,
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Best Poem of Chris Forhan

Gouge, Adze, Rasp, Hammer

So this is what it's like when love
leaves, and one is disappointed
that the body and mind continue to exist,

exacting payment from each other,
engaging in stale rituals of desire,
and it would seem the best use of one's time

is not to stand for hours outside
her darkened house, drenched and chilled,
blinking into the slanting rain.

So this is what it's like to have to
practice amiability and learn
to say the orchard looks grand this evening

as the sun slips behind scumbled clouds
and the pears, mellowed to a golden-green,
glow like ...

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