Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr Poems

I was only fifteen,
I still remember her words
that tore through my Heart,
ostensibly for light years,
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Time, is not a reversible consequence of Life,
For if it were, we would never, soldier forward.
And, that would greatly stunt our opportunities
To maximize our virtues....galvanize our fortes,
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There be no boundaries in Love,

for it's dimensions are infinite
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I'm Remembering the day's
we'd eat black and white cookies,
the size of pie-plates,
my best friend and me,
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Two Persian Cats on window sill,

Never bored nor get their fill
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The word is they found you dead last night,
alone.....on the porch of your Eastside digs,
a warm Crème de Cacao beside a hardbound
of Truman Capote's 'Portraits and Observations'.
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Ther' be an air of sensuality, to th' tilting of o'Rose,
young stems curving gracefully.....as they maturate
as to support th' moist blossom of their better half
in glorious rapture on th' crest...of a fresh new day.
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In seperate worlds, they breathe now;
so sad, these worlds, like coffins,
each silent to the other,
yet life be ever present,
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Whistle of wind across the ear
of a man on a distant hill,
awaiting Father MacGarrity's
final blessing of water.
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Contemporary Haiku with the employment of
Traditional Haikus syllabic requirement.

Deaths Visitation
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