Biography of stan pelfrey
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my poetry style is ecclectic...
...just a quirky guy trying to sort through a very crazy life.
I have a degree in English Literature, but work with computers. Go figure?
I have been writing songs, poems and stories since I was twelve, and I am now 47.
I play several musical instruments, including the guitar, bass guitar and saxophone.
I am a life-long baseball fan, and even though I'm from the South my favorite team is the Philadelphia Phillies. In 1994, I was able to have beers with several members of the team, including Danny Jackson, after a loss to the New York Mets and two days before the strike that ended that season.
That's all for now.
stan pelfrey's Works:
stan pelfrey Poems
913 ~ Balloon Haiku
005 ~ Myself In Spring, Again
falling in love is like a crisp, refreshing Spring rain
100 ~ Little Hands ~ Riley's Song
Hey, little one you burst into this world, with your arms a-flailing and a cry so wonderful.
105 ~ All Over You
I knew the minute you walked away, it was over. That minute we turned our backs on each other, forever.
Future To Future
in the future moments will come when one person says to another, “That was great! ”
000 ~ Keats
The beauty of truth lies in that old Urn, Keats brought to life.
604 ~ Servitude
“I'm not gonna be your slave anymore! ! ” you screamed to me over the phone.
408 ~ Chicken Soup For Erato’s Soul
A heavenly aroma permeates the air as my nose begins to twitch and flair. My body instinctively seeks this smell, a desirous appetite I need to quell
120 ~ Why We Continue
we walk alone in a world of gloom thinking nothing must get in our way times have been hard for us to handle but of us dreams have been made
103 ~ Dances With The Moon
'At night the moon became a woman's face. I met the Spirit of Music.' -Jim Morrison from Wilderness
300 ~ Ebb
A fat, noisy street, outside my apartment door, I consider-
301 ~ Outing
Paintings still-life windows the snow fell -how life is frozen!
200 ~ The Play
My powerful play is over. The curtain's been dropped before me, with no one else on this dusty stage. My verse was gibberish, spoken only to
306 ~ Procrastination
one of these days I will get up off this chair step out into the daylight where events, like birth,
200 ~ The Play
My powerful play is over.
The curtain's been dropped before me,
with no one else on this dusty stage.
My verse was gibberish, spoken only to
myself, incomprehensible mutterings of a
second's thought. These lines wound and
wound to ultimate triviality where there
is only black silence.
My role was meaningless,