BIOGRAPHY of FRANK JAMES RYAN, JR._______
Born & Raised in The City That Never Sleeps, New York...U.S.A.
Since I began posting my work as a member of an online poetry group in 2006, the mass majority of my daily readership has and continues to come from non-member visitor traffic, via various sources in the Tri-State Metropolitan Area of ...
''The Art of Poetry is read by the Human Eye, however it's full measured value may only be realized through the pictorial aura of the Mind's Third Eye''.
A Writer and a Poet are as similar in craftsmanship as a sketcher and a painter. Both are Artist's in their own right and field of expertise, but in reality the only nexus that exists between the two is a canvass and a Theme. ~FjR~
Beautifully written, emotionally moving, awe inspiring works. Thankyou for sharing with us xx
I know you. You are a man of honor and integrity You are a true and loyal friend. You love your family and protect them as a lion to her cubs. Your Irish temper is fierce when you think you or yours have been slighted. You are quick to render help to those in need and you are not judgmental. You take great pride in your written work as well you should...for you are one of the finest at your craft. You are a person I am proud to call a friend. I wish for you, health, happiness, love and at some point, a publishing deal-which you truly deserve. Happy holidays. Good health and long life
You do excellent poetry and I hope you will keep writing more of them. Thank you for sharing your passion of writing to us.
beautiful poetry... very thought provoking and inspirational. I will definitely be coming back for more reading
On behalf of all fellow poets, PH family and our Mahakul family we offer a title of honour to poet Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) as, Magnificent Mentor. From today onward he will be known as Magnificent Mentor Frank James Ryan Jr. This title of honour is offered to him due to his perseverance, achievements and contribution to the world literature. We hope all poets and visitors will like this.
This visit is to pay tribute to the tomb of masterpiece ‘A Succinct Symmetrical Sex Story’. It’s not a poem but Michelangelo’s explanation as to how a fabric cast in stone can exude warmth and tenderness. It’s a narration of how the moment long space between lovers becomes a monument.
I love your ability to laugh at life, you're the funniest! ! ! And I agree with the million comments below 8-))
Your poems are very good-and thank you for your comments as well.
' 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 away.
First and forever Poet.