Stan Petrovich

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

Stan Petrovich Poems

281. The Wine Of Samadhi 2/16/2014
282. A Ghostly Seasound 12/24/2013
283. Boiling Point 11/19/2013
284. A Chemical Marriage 12/26/2012
285. Bearing Arms 10/15/2012
286. String Of Pearls 6/15/2012
287. No Peace In Suicide (1979) 10/1/2011
288. I'M Not Crusoe 8/14/2011
289. Sylvan Scene 6/12/2011
290. Petite 7/30/2011
291. Jason And The Stony Argonauts 7/7/2011
292. Dead Of The Day 9/1/2012
293. In The Lonely Apartment Den 2/21/2015
294. On The Death Of Albert Camus 9/12/2012
295. The Bursting Bladder 11/20/2012
296. For One 8/18/2011
297. Family Feuds 8/7/2011
298. Radio Waves 9/13/2011
299. Agreement 6/20/2011
300. Criminal Justice 6/7/2011
301. William S. Burroughs 3/25/2012
302. Heracles 1/3/2014
303. Ode To Conformity 8/6/2011
304. Great Pyramid At Giza 7/7/2011
305. Statue Of Zeus 7/10/2011
306. Clownfish 6/12/2011

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


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


A lilting melody accompanies me
Down the white-rock earthen path-
Played by Pan, half man,
And the air is an arc of rainbow drops,
With the forest smell pervasive,
The tug of gravity pushing my thighs;
The brunch underfoot of my creature company;
He scares me more than a little,
The cleft feet and all;

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