Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

Gold Star - 104,075 Points (A Collection of Select Literary Works)

Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) Poems

561. Salem's Shivering Senryu { A Triad Senryu } 10/23/2017
562. Prayer To The Helping Hand. 10/23/2017
563. Tying A Knot Of Friendship 10/24/2017
564. Oh! Maria . . . 10/25/2017
565. The Senryu For War & Peace 10/25/2017
566. Metal Birds Of Elysium 10/26/2017
567. Johnny Walker Dead 10/26/2017
568. 'Sunsets Of November 11/12/2017
569. Succinct, Yet Societally Surfeit & Seeking Symmetry 11/15/2017
570. Strange Tones & Ambience Of A Waking 11/15/2017
571. House Of The Absurdly Opulent 11/15/2017
572. ' The Harborings Of Fear Within (Rep.) 11/18/2017
573. Swans On Lake, Crossing 11/20/2017
574. Beneath The Willow Tree, Grieving 11/22/2017
575. On The Eve Of Thanksgiving { A Triad Haiku} 11/22/2017
576. Masquerade- [ Opus I & I I ] 11/24/2017
577. ` Autumn's Equinox 9-23 (Haiku) 12/3/2017
578. From Church Pew's Grieving 12/3/2017
579. A Visit To The Holy Tomb Of The Saints-{ The Catacombs On New York's Westside } (Revision Of Original 2006 Post.) 12/4/2017
580. Observations 12/4/2017
581. Respect 12/9/2017
582. Dark Edges Of The Hemispheres 12/9/2017
583. Creations Of Sunsets In August- 12/9/2017
584. Oh, Winter, Sir Winter 12/9/2017
585. Time Of Death (Rev/Rep) 12/10/2017
586. Cryptic 'crostic A La Poe { A Tribute To Edgar Allan Poe } 12/11/2017
587. Mindfields 12/14/2017
588. By Fire Of Dove's Tongue - 12/14/2017
589. S A V A N T? 12/18/2017
590. Christmas 'ku (I)(The Ck Series) 12/24/2017
591. Christmas 'ku (I I)(The Ck Series) 12/24/2017
592. Christmas 'ku (I I I)(The Ck Series) 12/24/2017
593. A Father's Christmas Promise To His Daughter 12/24/2017
594. Crystal On Winterscape 12/27/2017
595. The Majique Of New York [ A Stairstep Acrostical Dectina-Refrain ] 12/29/2017
596. Upon The Death Of Autumn [ Art Of Imagism ] - 12/29/2017
597. The Traverse Beyond The Quietus - 12/31/2017
598. The Lambs Will Know Before Us 12/31/2017
599. The Moments Before Dying 1/1/2018
600. On Growing Old Upon The Breeze Of Dignity 1/2/2018

Comments about Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

  • Original Unknown Girl (11/16/2006 10:35:00 AM)

    Hey.... what can I say that hasn't already been written about this great man? I just want to add my thanks and support for someone who I have found a joy to have come to know via PH! His poetry is second to none, I can't miss a single posting..... but beyond all of that... it's the warmth of the character that comes through and leaps out of the page. I positively beam when I read one of FJR's comments and so just wanted to say THANKS and good on you Frankie! Long may we read the delights of your work...... HG: -) xx

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  • Michael Shepherd (10/25/2006 6:17:00 AM)

    Frank - I think you could be the lovechild of William Blake and Emily Dickinson...who said I couldn't access your comments page? Respect. Michael.

  • Danny Reynolds (10/5/2006 11:06:00 AM)

    Just caught the 300 Frank. What 's to say that aint been said, I ask myself? Well you know the old gaff about, 'They broke the mould when they made him! ', nah. Not FJR, they broke the mould before, ya big crack-pot, and thank whoever for it. Long may you buck the trend, my friend, write without restriction and deliver all your poetic contributions to a deserving throng. Positive minds for neutral times, here's to a guy I'm sick of tenning, due mainly to his superior penning!

  • Scarlett Treat (9/20/2006 5:35:00 PM)

    Following the bouncing ball would be easier to do than trying to figure out what Frank is going to write about next. Never one to get on one subject and write over and over about the same thing, his range of subject matter is just awesome. From
    love, to Bonnie and Clyde, to the night life of New York, he covers it all, and does it so well. Don't miss out on this fantastic writer, because if you do, it will be your loss.

  • Ruby Root (7/13/2006 11:08:00 PM)

    Hi James you are a creative unique, compassionate and original writer. You can write just about in any style. You are one talented Writer and I enjoy reading your poetry.

  • Kristin Davis (6/30/2006 6:29:00 PM)

    As another PH fan I can't help but feel like there's more. Friendship made here w/ this awesome poet has made me laugh and smile. Hell, I'll ramble on and on... that's what this is here for...hehehe... =) It never fails when I log on to PH and see Franksters name on my screen my heart leaps w/ glee! (hey that rhymed lol) Anyways, Frank is always there lending his hand of encouragement and praise. A true friend indeed. His work... well some may say I'm biased... but he's quiet a master at the literary arts!

    Love ya Frankster!


  • Tara very irritated with PH injustice (6/15/2006 6:52:00 AM)

    Frank is unusual. Nobody would disagree with that. To my mind Frank is unusually, and joyfully, a superb wordsmith. For all of us, writing pieces is a 'hit and miss' affair. Hit the right ones of Frank's and you're left thinking.....awesome. Anyone who misses out on this work is.... missing out.

  • Anna Russell (5/1/2006 8:19:00 PM)

    I should point out that as a proud Scot I don't say this lightly, but Frank's poems have such a Celtic air about them. I'm not going to bore people by rambling on about how good this guy is (but he is) , so I'll just say...Frank, I love ya!
    Anna xxx

Best Poem of Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

' Emeralds And Black Diamonds...

Lie down lass, with me, in sage green meadows
Your blouse flouncing open, in the teasing breeze
The meadows, feel so cotton, this time of year
Come lay beside me, and sense my desires.

Open field, honeysuckle....arouses my yen
For passion 'neath th' sparkle by th' mid-noon sun
No clouds abide our scape of choice to pleasure
So, again I ask you lass, come lay beside me.

Come close, love, as these hungry emerald eyes
Beg to stare into your warm, black diamond eyes
Take my hand in bond, I assure you, my lov',
That emeralds and diamonds never fade ...

Read the full of ' Emeralds And Black Diamonds...

Crystal On Winterscape

Sprays of windglaced ice-dust....freezing mornings dew,
on the fresh needled spruce, immune to autumns wake -
of feral gusts, that sent sprite colour leaf to crusted soil,
while listening to Decembers eerie fife unfurl its chords.

Grass blades errect like soldiers flanked in rank and file,
rigidly still from their full-bodied shells of arctic-armor.
Still, nothing be quite so th' Winters overture-
an' its virgin drape of white flake, sweeping o'er hilltops.

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