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 ...
A Father And His Son
How does a father tell his son he loves him? That he’s number one?
How does son see father now, when all that’s been could well be done?
How do these two fellas mark the special things that each has felt?
How will life turn out to be? Have all the cards been dealt?
What effect did you have on my life when 8th June you were born?
What pride I felt when you went your own way, yet still my heart was torn.
What does the future hold for you? What twists and turns will come?