Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Divergent Frequencies (Haiku)

Modern-Contemporary Haiku withthe employment of TraditionalHaikus standard syllabic order.Two Lines, Parallel,Space Deems Them Disparate;One's..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Dior-Ets, The Body Mass Of Death...

So addicted to transfigurationth' arteries are slowly crackingfr'm th' bursting of liquid steeluntil breath becomes labouredoxygen sore anemic,and..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Dimensional?

Is it sciences last non-sequitur,or the first of Holy dimensions;perhaps an opaque pathway to graspanswers that Faith never questions,tho' I rather..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Dimensional

Dimensional... - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)The last frontier of science,or the first of Holy dimensions;perhaps an opaque pathway to..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Despite 1 8 6 5...[ Then/Now ]

T H E N________...in the beginning,when significanceupheld its worthand passed torchto pertinence,vouchsafing theywho laid down their soulsin cotton..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Deliverance Of The Doves...(Rev./ Rep.

Two doves in motion, exploring their optionsin tune to life from their spire;dictating wings expand with suggestionin a tone of conviction,thrumming..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Deaths Overture Passage I I- [ In Search Of Closures Covenant ]

And, Death... when you come for me,I'll ask but one request;that you deign me the courage to fear..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Deaths Overture Passage I - [ The Coming And The Crossing ]

And when you come for mepass o'er me gently,with wraithless, sweet gateway-Need to stare thru' those hollow sockets-whose wells have come to carry..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Deaths Melody -

Our song will never end, you said,tho' the melody may change in time,but the song goes on and on, you said,like a prologue to an opus grandeurled by..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Deathdreamer's

Amorphously trancic eyes of an old man, dying,effete lids close to a dripping state of morphine.Dreams of love, war, the twenty-seven..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Death, My Poker Faced Dealer...

When comes my time to fold or call.....what shall I see?Breaking Orbs, black holes in space... a House of Deity?The notion of Death will ne'er..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Death! Come For Me While I Sleep Within A Dream...

And, Death asked, ''Is there anything I can do for you'fore I silence yo'r body so your soul may be deliver'd?I said, 'Death come for me while I..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Death By Fibonacci's Sequence (Rv-Rp)

Of a powerless station we-be to Death and its plight,void of mortal interventionas this entity be puissant-and its mission imperviousto pause(...) ..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Death By Duracell

A fun-to-do little yarn al a Senryu,with the employment of TraditionalHaiku's (5-7-5) syllabic requirement.The Quartz and Its' HandsSpent Its' Time..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Death By Diamond...

While walking on a vacant beach, miles wide,past sand-dunes built from a Clipper Tide,saw a brilliant light, winking 'gainst the grain,my eyes..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Death After Life By Choice...

Walking out the front doorof a house she called ''Space''she found a comfortable bench,in a bog by a pondwith tall chained swingsand sweeping..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Death After Life (*contains Graphic Depiction*) -

This work contains graphic depictionthat some may find disturbing to read.It has been modified & reposted..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Day's Of Jasmine...

Awoke this morning to a gentle mist,something told me to close my eyes,for a moment, and when I obligedI sensed an aromatic breeze in airof Jasmine..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Dark Space, Hemispheres, & Emerald City

Been thinking a lot about spacethat lies between our hemispheres,of our gray, mercurial brainworks,and could this be the link we've lost,the one that..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Dark Edges Of The Hemispheres

Dotage, pervades upon the ashen grey,final wisps of an old rankled Brain,someone's here; do you know their name?Hemispheric universe sore..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Damning The Deathwatch By The Eye Of Carpe Diem

The river will never catch youif you understand white water.Lightening will never strike youif you heed to distant thunder.Symbols can never haunt..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Damn To Serendipity!

Finding the opaque prism,Steering a bull by its horns,Digging for water on Gobi,Expecting peace in the EastBooking two tickets to HendrixTwo minutes..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Da Nang, Vietnam, In August Of '68...

And when the locks were snapped and the cages openedThey all looked the same, as to say, they were dying.While overhead the titillating sound of..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

D E M E N T I A { Stage 7 } (Rev/Rep)

Dotage, pervades upon th' ashen grey -silent whisps...of an old rankled Brain.Hemispheric's universe sore estranged,obstruction, occlusion, erosion..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.

Crystal On Winterscape

Sprays of windglaced ice-dust....freezing mornings dew,on the fresh needled spruce, immune to autumns wake -of feral gusts, that sent sprite colour..

© Frank James Ryan Jr.