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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 Northeast United States, ... more »
Frank James Ryan Jr Poems
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.... more »
I'm taking a walk to the cemetery this morning,
be back before noontime for crumpets and tea.
I have two friends who died not so long ago;
they were brothers, treated me the same.... more »
Comes the cold, black, Death of Autumn,
harbouring its' pique on naked limb;
stirring damp, feral winds
to the hawking, stalking,... more »
Simon makes it all come together, perfectly,
placing antiques 'n curio's on dusted black shelves,
window-sil ledges with geometric widgets,
navigating his world, by touch, and by texture.... more »
Where were you when the Maple trees died?
Where were you when their leaves fell and dried?
Where were you when Nature's Mother's just sighed,
With a wink and smile to Autunns beguile.... more »
At Evers Creek, behind the redwood barn,
a mystery still travels on by near and far,
like the rush and rip of the Creeks dark hole,
as it did the night it swallowed twelve Souls;... more »
I watch you as you sleep,
Feel a warming breeze pass your cold, still lips;
An essence of florals, and my eyes affix,
On the bleeding heart draped upon your silk, blue gown.... more »
Frank James Ryan Jr Quotations
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''''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''.''
Frank James Christopher Ryan, Jr. -
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
Frank James Christopher Ryan, Jr - October 1st, Two-Thousand-Seventeen
that exists between t...
Comments about Frank James Ryan Jr
' A Walk To The Cemetery To Visit Some Friends............{ Author's Recommendation}
I'm taking a walk to the cemetery this morning,
be back before noontime for crumpets and tea.
I have two friends who died not so long ago;
they were brothers, treated me the same.
Had not spoken with them since that night.
The night it rained red glass and tears
'neath the stuttering lights on Dawsonstills Bridge.
Still, sometimes at night
i am awakened by the sound of it
somewhere still inside me.
You see, Death....will always find you, when it wants to
Thought it was time i stopped by to say hello
and along the way, i picked up a gift.
Habitual ...
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.
Yes...The Tomb Of Masterpiece...! ! !
If this is pornography then entitlement to run this emotionally, artistically and intellectually rich cyberspace becomes questionable. The poem is the masterpiece that artfully describes silences, comment on the stillness and silence that permeates that space between the mother and child. It’s the commentary on how David’s sculpture in stone is malleable. If this is pornography then all the ‘turkey’ that abounds at PH is lewd. Its the poem about bodies that are yet to formed in flesh whose grand design exists only in the grandeur of thoughts.
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.
You're a genius for sure...........
beautiful poetry... very thought provoking and inspirational. I will definitely be coming back for more reading
You do excellent poetry and I hope you will keep writing more of them. Thank you for sharing your passion of writing to us.
Beautifully written, emotionally moving, awe inspiring works. Thankyou for sharing with us xx
First and forever Poet.