Frank Ian Bowen

Rookie (23 May 1952 / Portsmouth, England)

Frank Ian Bowen Poems

1. Combustion 5/12/2011
2. Deep In Thought 5/12/2011
3. Distant Hills 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
9. Rain 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
13. Valentine's Kiss 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
25. Dusk 5/12/2011
26. Lancelot And Guinevere 5/12/2011
27. Builders' Bums 5/12/2011
28. Waterfalls 5/12/2011

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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 ...

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Combustion is a complex matter
Usually stopped by using water
There’s fuel and heat to mix right in
Add oxygen, completes the thing
It comes with light and heat you know
This product when combustion grows.
And normally you will see a flame
From which heat and smoke come just the same
We call this process fire as well

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