Frank Ian Bowen
Frank Ian Bowen Poems
|2.||Deep In Thought||5/12/2011|
|4.||Dreams And Smiles||5/12/2011|
|5.||A Father And His Son||5/12/2011|
|6.||Here Lies My Tigger||5/12/2011|
|7.||Marina The Mermaid||5/12/2011|
|8.||Parting's So Hard||5/12/2011|
|10.||Sat On The Sand||5/12/2011|
|11.||Spirit And Soul||5/12/2011|
|12.||'Tis Time To Say Adieu!||5/12/2011|
|14.||Well, Who Am I?||5/12/2011|
|15.||What Am I? (1)||5/12/2011|
|16.||A Biker's Rush||5/12/2011|
|17.||What Am I? (2)||5/12/2011|
|18.||What Am I? (3)||5/12/2011|
|19.||Pillow Poems 3||5/12/2011|
|20.||Night-Night From Africa||5/12/2011|
|21.||You Gotta Have Skin!||5/12/2011|
|22.||An Ode To Hope||5/12/2011|
|23.||Life, Times And...||5/14/2011|
|24.||A Sailor's Dream||5/12/2011|
|26.||Lancelot And Guinevere||5/12/2011|
Comments about Frank Ian Bowen
Listen to that waterfall. It ripples along that old stone wall.
A sound that can spell bind all those who hear.
It’s a noise that will never be associated with fear
That rippling sound conjures up mental views
Of deep forests, steep hills and worn walking shoes
Where did that water first come from d’you think?
From a cloud, and ocean, perhaps even a sink!
And as sun beats upon it, it turns into gas
Rises up in the sky, makes a cloud, that’s a fact
Those clouds are then blown all over the world
Until meeting a hill causes billows and swirls
The temperature ...
Deep In Thought
I stood on a warm wooden boat deck today,
soaking up sun, my mind trying to say
what emotions and feelings were stirred up inside,
at the thoughts that I’d thought, and the breath that I’d sighed.
Like my soul had been touched by the kiss of my girl,
how much I miss you; how life’s such a whirl;
by the love that I feel so deep and so bright
for you, for your spirit has set me alight.
But now? Oh now, I hear it from you,