Frank Adie


Frank Adie Poems

81. Portrait On The Wall -new- 1/16/2018
82. The Breeze -new- 1/16/2018
83. The Vicious Chastisers -new- 1/16/2018
84. Pursuit Of Money 12/22/2017
85. Sinner's Plea 12/22/2017
86. Basic Needs 12/24/2017
87. Without A Spoon 12/25/2017
88. Willing Captive 12/26/2017
89. Made Differently 12/27/2017
90. An Elegy To 2017 12/28/2017
91. The Miss In My World 3/10/2014
92. The Fall Of A 'big-Franko' 1/28/2016
93. Time And Aging 8/28/2016
94. The Peculiarity Of Success 8/30/2016
95. Mother-In-Law's Plight 6/29/2017
96. Fuel Scarcity 12/22/2017
97. Birthday Reflection 2/15/2014
98. The Ecstasy Of Surrender 6/29/2017
99. The Significance Of Na-Wao! 7/3/2017
100. Herdsmen: The Inflicter Of Sorrow -new- 1/6/2018
101. If You Die Before Me -new- 1/13/2018
102. Broken Vow 9/14/2017
103. The Prostitute's Admonition 8/30/2016
104. The Diary Of A Hero. 1/28/2016
105. The Slave 8/28/2016

Comments about Frank Adie

  • Lantz Pierre Lantz Pierre (8/30/2017 1:21:00 AM)

    There is some unmistakable magic to be found here. Plain spoken but still full of artifice. Honesty and imagination doing a duet. Some of the flesh has been peeled back inviting you to dip your fingers in, to taste. A certain sacrilege, a certain holy ascendancy. A train wreck you can't keep from staring at. I don't know who Frank is, but I think I may learned something about myself. A shady place to rest next to gently lapping waves while bodies are gently floated out to sea.

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Best Poem of Frank Adie

The Slave

I was bought with money
I am the property of my master
He determines the course of my life
He subjects me to mindless drudgery
I am always the last to go to bed
And the first to wake up everyday
I dare not complain or grudge his orders
In fear of the whip of disobedience
Whenever I ask why it is so
I am being told that I am a slave.

I do the cooking in my master's house
Yet I must live on the leftovers
I wash and iron cute and expensive cloths
But have only rags to cover my back
I weed and tend my master's garden
But I dare not taste the ...

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Death's Invitation

One certainty I know will befall me
As I journey along life's road: is death.

When will it come?
Where will it happen?
And how? I do not know.

Where will I be?
What will I be doing?

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