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Sunday, May 3, 2015. The nobility of trees? The proud oak;. Still holds some dew. Till day is done. Comes alive in you. Fabian G. Franklin. Saturday, May 2, 2015. The ocean of man. Love and the pain. In his own way. To which he prays;. Build a bridge of souls. In the casting, reach. Sympathy for hatred, greed. Without a voice to teach. We do not war. With flesh and blood. This is our battlefield;. Every heart and mind. Or preach a great ideal. To souls of humankind. Beat your swords to plows. Arms and le...

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Sunday, May 3, 2015. The nobility of trees? The proud oak;. Still holds some dew. Till day is done. Comes alive in you. Fabian G. Franklin. Saturday, May 2, 2015. The ocean of man. Love and the pain. In his own way. To which he prays;. Build a bridge of souls. In the casting, reach. Sympathy for hatred, greed. Without a voice to teach. We do not war. With flesh and blood. This is our battlefield;. Every heart and mind. Or preach a great ideal. To souls of humankind. Beat your swords to plows. Arms and le...

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The Poet's Parlor: Every Now and Then

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Saturday, April 19, 2014. Every Now and Then. Every now and then I dream. That I'm seabird sailing gracefully. Among the snowy clouds so high. My fingers; feathers in the clear blue sky. Every now and then I think. It doesn't matter if I move my wings. I can soar and I can glide. And I'm so happy just to be alive. Every now and then. Every now and then I'm free. With no shackles and no chains on me. Running through the fields so green. And all the flowers bursting just for me. Every now and then I pray.

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The Poet's Parlor: In Between

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014. Among the blossoms in the orchard. Where the sweetness subtly shifts. From apple to apricot, a young boy walks. He stoops to study the olive foliage. Broken twigs in a wreath. Luxurious leaves so complex. All things are connected. Limbs and branches to the tree. Arms and legs; hands and feet. He himself; part of something bigger. The universe so vast; solar systems. Planets, suns, stars of other galaxies. Pulsing with life. more than blood. Here in shrubs slightly higher.

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The Poet's Parlor: September 2014

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014. Among the blossoms in the orchard. Where the sweetness subtly shifts. From apple to apricot, a young boy walks. He stoops to study the olive foliage. Broken twigs in a wreath. Luxurious leaves so complex. All things are connected. Limbs and branches to the tree. Arms and legs; hands and feet. He himself; part of something bigger. The universe so vast; solar systems. Planets, suns, stars of other galaxies. Pulsing with life. more than blood. Here in shrubs slightly higher.

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The Poet's Parlor: January 2014

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Tuesday, January 14, 2014. The Sun Does Not Mourn. The sun does not mourn the coming of night. The world must turn but the sun is constant and bright. The moon bears no jealousy or grudge to the sun. But mirrors his brilliance until night is done. Some poets have said the moon rules the night. But she is only reflecting a great star's light. And those drinking shadows upon the earth hath. But fell to darkness by blocking his path. They say in their vanity, “the sun has set”. Fabian G. Franklin. I wrote o...

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The Poet's Parlor: May 2013

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Wednesday, May 22, 2013. My heart is abandoned in a ghost town where lost dreamers meet. Neglected shutters rattle in the wind at the end of an empty street. Dust blows where nothing grows. Sadness howls within. Crumbling remains stare from the hollow eyes of dirty windows. Where the fire played in the heat of day and burning desire lived. Now the desert night has descended with cold and loneliness. A flying scrap of paper tumbles; end over ragged end. Soon the spark extinguished from the hearth and grate.

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Policy and Contact Details. July 14, 2010 at 3:49 pm Posted in jazz poetry. Gaily traipsing road crossing. Daffodils and dandelions fluttering wakeward. And a scent between miner and metal. Playing ‘dancing with cars’. This bus is very quiet he thinks. Yet another icecream sky. Why is a letter of the alphabet. Who the noise of owls. How a pleasant greeting. When a minor chord. What a measure of electrickery. Ducks down the alleyway. Waddle and a quack. Rainbow graffiti trailing beauty. 13 Comments ».

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Policy and Contact Details. July 14, 2010 at 3:49 pm Posted in jazz poetry. Gaily traipsing road crossing. Daffodils and dandelions fluttering wakeward. And a scent between miner and metal. Playing ‘dancing with cars’. This bus is very quiet he thinks. Yet another icecream sky. Why is a letter of the alphabet. Who the noise of owls. How a pleasant greeting. When a minor chord. What a measure of electrickery. Ducks down the alleyway. Waddle and a quack. Rainbow graffiti trailing beauty. My Dear F.,. The g...

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Policy and Contact Details. July 25, 2012 at 8:12 pm Posted in writing. Writing as time travel. 8220;every artist’s strictly illimitable country is himself … and thus I readily conjured a gorgeous and dangerous play world”. 8220;The Way bears sensation,. Sensation bears memory,. Sensation and memory bear abstraction,. And abstraction bears all the world”. The bead, as it exists in my imagination, instantly creates a context, so I placed it in a painting, the painting then existed in a frame, the frame in...

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Policy and Contact Details. July 16, 2010 at 8:01 pm Posted in poetry. That which you can see. It is the unexpected. Stumblings over (airborne joy with tumble roll). Which constitute the treasure. 106 Comments ». Feed for comments on this post. Paul, I am reminded of. Singing in the Rain,. And that is good for a. Happy feeling. Thank you. The last scene in the movie. Had a black and white ’54 Ford in the background. We had a car just like that one. Comment by jack.sender. 8212; July 16, 2010 #. It is lik...

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Policy and Contact Details. BY A RUSHING STREAM A SOLDIER KNELT. Cannot begin to imagine the end of. Delight in you and the strangeness of touch. Tasting enough or divining some final. Truth of you or beginning to wish your eyes. Your lips, your lips your eyes, desire. In movement away my dear appearing nearer. To thee when my mind declines my. Blood descends a kiss not this nor here but. Where there is no end of you some. River runs some planet dips a swoop of fish. A clasp of song a longing belonging.

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Policy and Contact Details. July 25, 2012 at 8:12 pm Posted in writing. Writing as time travel. 8220;every artist’s strictly illimitable country is himself … and thus I readily conjured a gorgeous and dangerous play world”. 8220;The Way bears sensation,. Sensation bears memory,. Sensation and memory bear abstraction,. And abstraction bears all the world”. The bead, as it exists in my imagination, instantly creates a context, so I placed it in a painting, the painting then existed in a frame, the frame in...

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