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").
' From The Black Into The Light...
In the blackest of darkness there still bea magnificent beacon behind this opaque-firewall of darkness ostensibly thwartingyour desire to draw light..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
' By The White Streams Of Killclarke-{ In Honour Of St. Patrick's Day }
And the stream was long and narrowRunning 'side.....the crooked marrowOf the smoked-black, wooded barkThrough the dark woods of KillclarkeAnd, on..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Aye! The Birthday Ballad Of Sean Mcgivins { In Honour Of St. Patrick's Day- 'o Wee Bit 'uv Gaelic Humour Fer Ya Readin' }
Aye, 'th mugs were lifted heaven highto roast an' toast Sean McGivins life;one's birthday falls buh' once a year,an' in Dublin it falls fr'm casks of..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Psalm 777 { For The Victims Of Infantile Homicide }
Life, the moment when conception is existent...Existence, moments within a range of forward Time...Time, a frozen moment ossified by Death...Death..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Purgatory...{ Queries & Quandaries }
They say an odyssea begins at Death's moment,some intransigent state of immortal existence,reflection, atonement for mortal imbruement,incurred from..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Dominance & Consequence { The Path To Jahannum }
Dominance, not so far from footstepsclosing in like a precipice waiting-for someone, anyone....to challengethe nascent discharge of Armageddon-of..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
The Gardeners Of Autumn Bring...(Rp)
The essence of hickory wafted higho'er gatherings of naked treetops,while the flailing of fragile limbsfrom the infant Japanese Maples,drew vex from..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
Spirited Wisdom By Tongue Of Fire
Wisdom can be defined as acumens brother in arms;I think Rome could have been actually built in one day,It just wouldn't have seen th' sunrise of a..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
What If Life Were Just Chapters In A Book Of Dreams?
And, what difference would it make...if life were just a dream,As if we owned th' magic wand, to wake up an' smell th' coffee.Bright, colorless..
© Frank James Ryan Jr.
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.