Stan Petrovich

Rookie - 208 Points [ezramon] (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)

Stan Petrovich Poems

121. Tidbit 9/9/2011
122. Heavy Pup 9/11/2011
123. Astonishing 6/12/2011
124. Blue Desert 8/6/2011
125. Jagged Edges 8/7/2011
126. Lavender Walls 9/15/2011
127. Change 9/16/2011
128. It Comes From Beneath The Sea 9/19/2011
129. The Units Of Euripedes 9/22/2011
130. If Lost 9/30/2011
131. Moon Menagerie 10/8/2011
132. Ah! Shoreline 10/12/2011
133. A Brief History Of Pain 10/14/2011
134. Inferior Man 10/17/2011
135. What To Do 10/17/2011
136. When Death Is Survival 10/22/2011
137. Monster In The Bath 10/23/2011
138. Married To The Wind 10/24/2011
139. Miss The Mountains 11/7/2011
140. Alone 11/10/2011
141. The Mountain Like A Lion 11/12/2011
142. To Be Gone A Spell 11/22/2011
143. World Is Cold 11/29/2011
144. The Mystery 12/3/2011
145. My Heart 12/26/2011
146. How To Know If You'Re Dead 1/2/2012
147. Eyes & Voices 1/6/2012
148. Roads 2/1/2012
149. Farewell 3/3/2012
150. Walking Music 3/6/2012
151. Not Of Earth 3/16/2012
152. Virtual Unreality 4/5/2012
153. Ghost Image 4/10/2012
154. The Sky Is Winking At Me Tonight 4/19/2012
155. Deep Isolation Of The Shuttered Eye 4/28/2012
156. Time Of The Tubers 5/13/2012
157. Corona 5/23/2012
158. Licking The Toad I 6/4/2012
159. Licking The Toad Ii 6/7/2012
160. Paris,1912 6/12/2012

Comments about Stan Petrovich

  • Captain Cur Captain Cur (4/22/2012 3:54:00 PM)

    Read some of your poems stan. Insightful and deep. I know the draw and openness of the sea. Any particular ones you can recommend I read will be appreciated. Captain Cur

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  • Stefanie Fontker (10/10/2011 12:52:00 PM)

    More than just a man, Stan is a poet, a teacher, a philosopher, and a friend close to my heart. He has taught me so much, and he has inspired me, and many others to never stop learning, to never stop trying to reach for the stars. Always write, and always live.

Best Poem of Stan Petrovich

Clownfish

Boneless beasts
Whose life is no more
Than a wabble in the succulence of plankton,
Far below light,
Were mutations struck in a bad moon,
And being prey
Is the purpose of living.
In another sea
Bereft of eyes today
Some early pupfish gather
In glee,
Living for the rain to fall,
Bumping heads with eating teeth;
Wearing a grin to fill the entrails of a killer.

Now we picture the clownfish,
Fashion plate,
Courtesan appendages plentiful
Chasing its shadow under the spray,
While unthinking rocks
Make memorable mists, ...

Read the full of Clownfish

Of Joy

it is the young, creaking and tangled woods
in a rising morning mist,
an eye alighted by the flash of amethyst;
and a galloping of a carriage conveying goods
to the town where I am welcome.

and my lover's quarelling mind alone
in her self-suffering thoughts
(that I also make my own) ,

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