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 Sailor's Dream
I gazed in awe at this beauty in wood,
in the soft morning light she suited my mood,
mellow in colour, soft browns and golds,
and I wondered what stories about her are told.
Are there battles involved, or journeys afar?
Pirates and cut-throats from which she has scars?
Were there sailors and merchants at the foot of her masts?
Has she tasted the sea? Faced terrible draughts?
Or is she really just there as a sight?