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").
Moments Before The Passing Of The Universe...
And the world remained closed,absence of Life as we knew it;rivers, white water rafting o'erbrooks and streams...rising up-with..
© 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.
Two Shades Of The Poppy..
Where poppies grow fertilethere's misunderstanding'bout symbols, syringespolitics, withdrawal, and-from the same root,the flower of heroesfor our..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Can Anybody Tell Me Please, Who The Best Poet Be
''Who be the Best Poet? What be the best poem? It surely not be me, or mine... nor am I even qualified to weigh in on such heavy weight when it comes..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
On Winter's Cape...
Sprays of wind-glaced ice dusting mornings dew,on the fresh needled spruce, immune to autumns wake -of feral gusts, that sent sprite leaf to crusted..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
' Voices And Echoes Of The Fallen Sacred (Rep. / Rev.)
Breathing was shallowthe earwigs were suckingthe death out of pinewood remains-Who goes there?Sweet voices, soprano...a visitation of..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Critique Vs Criticism...
Criticism and Critiquetwo different avenuesOne opinion quite discreet,the other crass in venue.Mediocrity lauds the latter,to mask their own..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
The Swings Of Depression (Rev. / Rep.)
Walking out the front doorof a house she called space,found a comfortable bench,in a bog by a rusted setof tall chained swings,Walking out the front..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Musing About Death After Life...(Rep.)
Walking out the front doorof a house she called spaceshe found a comfortable bench,in a bog by a setof tall chained swingsand sweeping slides,filled..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
The Supper Of The Lamb
The Supper Of The LambDimensions, Reach, and the number of Starsincubating on the far-side of each-moving like waves on the crest of Bering,moving..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Romancing Spring During Winter...
Romancing Spring During Winter...Petals, soften the winter sod,until the soil warms itselfby the morning rains of Springthat break the caramel soilof..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Two Scores And Seven After Woodstock (An Afterlight Poem)
The punk was lit, the lights befello'er circles of mindlessness.Country Joe, Cocker and Jimi Who?Baiting Fish with good cheerand a dime of..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
600
600A Senryu of a different kind,with abstract roots grown fromesoteric Roman numeric seeds....Call It Six-HundredCall It Anything You PleaseDC For..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Quality Of Life...
Quality Of Life...She stopped to rest her varicose legs,on a shard splintered bench in the bog,not more than a Greenwich Village block,from her room..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
' Erudite Lessons From Cats On A Window Sill... ≫^.^≪
Persian Cats on a window sill,Two of them in their own worldOstensibly staring at nothing.Back to back for hours long;What could they possibly..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
The Haun+ing...
Senses so alive, I felt them.....dancing thru' my Brain,Time drops its hands to purge its spaced indifference,Breath of Science loses sight...by th'..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Mother Nature You Must Be The Devil's Advocate!
Ice caps taunt the Captain's winter jauntbut just like an overdose of Rocky Road,eventually it all results in brain freeze;rapid waves rear the white..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
On November 22nd,1963 { In Memorium - John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Fifty-Three years ago this Tuesday afternoon at exactly12: 30pm Central Standard Time/ USA, John FitzgeraldKennedy was pronounced dead from 3 fatal..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Lost My Poem On Site, Unseen! (Repost)
The site misplaced a poem of mine,It flew this coop on December nine.I wrote the PH Team a noteAbout this poem That I wroteOn Autumn, and its harvest..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
On The Tappan Zee Bridge...
Leaning against a cold steel cableone of four-hundred-and-sixty three,collectively bonding the spineof the strange Tappan-Zee Bridge.Looking down, I..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Planet 9...
The last frontier for scienceOr the beginning of new dimensionsPerhaps the unsealed pathway to JudgmentThough I rather doubt HE works that wayJust..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Petrification...
A Contemporary Haiku formatted with theSyllabic requirement of Traditional Haiku.Siberian FleshTurned To Stone in The White DriftsRunning For Their..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Ariel In My Mind & Dreams { From '' While You Were Asleep''-The Ariel Series' }
I still dream of watching over her sleeping,the smell of love braiding with her vera wang,her presence so perfect as if she really were-asleep for..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Forever Unknown Till Forever Beknown...
Time, Space and the number of Starsincubating on the far-side of each,moving like waves on the Bering in March,because water is lighter than..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Haiku For The Purgatory Souls
Haiku For The Purgatory SoulsModern-Contemporary Haiku/Traditional syllabic formMight We Pray For You,Perhaps expedite your time;In Quest of..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.