Author's Note:
Here are three of my poems - "All That Remains", "Big Bellies", and "A Poet Breaks The Rules". The main thing I'm looking for is which of the three leaves the best impression on you (or, which falls flatest). Any further comments or critiques are welcome and encouraged too.
-Frank
All That Remains
Twenty acres of land too poor to plow,
Rocky beneath and above,
Is all that remains of familiar names
And the dirt road farms that I loved.
Across the road, an overgrown field
Once held foals in the spring.
And another half mile, where life was more wild
Coal black ravens take wing.
These plantation pines, a half mile off
Were seedlings a lifetime ago,
When country boys, with familiar names
Planted them by hand and with hoe.
But seedlings grow fast, spreading seeds far,
Now strangers claim names I once knew.
And they rarely come, and never for me,
And just for a minute or two.
They come and they go from spring's last snow
Till fall falls fast on the breeze.
And all in all, from fall to fall,
All I have are the trees;
Just winter wind blown, snow-white waves
Surrounding an island of pine,
And through the summer the green grass grown
Surrounding this island of mine.
Big Bellies
Big bellies are of feasts and family and friends,
Laughing together between clinks of dinnerware.
Big bellies are love handles
For sweethearts to wrap around.
Big bellies tell of passion some months ago
And love to be released some weeks ahead.
A Poet Breaks The Rules
Nothing rhymes with orange,
Therefore it is the perfect word --
Full of possibilities,
A prescious shimmering potential.
No permission required
To be continiously inspired.
No represention of conformity,
Just a pleasurable transition,
A cosmic tingling that makes us pace.
Mesmerizing restlessness.
Reflections listening,
Waiting to be born.
Waiting to be written.
