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POETRY BY ANTHONY FRY
From Sullivan's Short Stories
Moon On Glow-Worms Shine.
A lovers heart quietly beats,
dreaming in innocent sleep.
Eternal earthly things devine,
moon on glow-worms shine.
Perfumed odours spiced arise,
a white roses aromatics thrive.
Wild red poppies grow in corn,
never sweet weeds were born.
Recollections of endless acts,
those saucy whispered facts.
Kissing warm moist pink lips,
embracing alluring friendships.
Devouring her with my eyes,
transcending vicissitudes fly.
Sea wrack dry bleached bland,
wind dancing over golden sand.
Entranced to sticky webs drawn,
silently spun fresh at early dawn.
Suffused shining clouds white,
blue sky always vivid bright.
Enjoy pursuits of glorious love,
pure organic from god above.
Anthony Fry.
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Floating Shadows Stroke Gentle Beauty.
Floating shadows stroke gentle beauty.
Your small hands in my strong hands.
A cheeky memory, your youth returning.
Conveying those smooth flat pebbles.
Love sings into your sweet soft heart.
Teardrops within dreamy blue eyes.
Butterflies linger on a yellow gorse bush.
Spiders weaving secret interpretations.
Lullaby's equally fill life's sweetness.
Whispering rose petals softly falling.
Oblivious goats roam happy in heaven.
Velvet deer paws on mountain peaks.
Untrodden enchanting crisp white snow.
Heaven descending from silver clouds.
Spring glory, yielding slopes fall away.
Unroll melt into rivers, divine deep lakes.
In a paradise those mysterious dreams.
Blending into green wandering pastures. Author's Notes:
Just Take English Verse. Spread On Your Desktop. Unlock That Secret Within. And An Ode Springs Forth
Anthony Fry
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This poem is from my merchant seafaring day's on RMS Rangitiki
" A Famous Tale Of Fortune Springs To Mind "
In those days I would embark on majestic voyages,
of sexual paradise. Young virulent handsome men,
mariners with a dashing personality.
A conquest in every port. With us a phantom in
every maidens thoughts. Oh! how wonderful to reminisce,
those great romantic times I miss.
Casting our sensual pleasures into the outwitting nights.
Drinking and dancing, replenishing life's beauty.
On our endless Ocean journeys, of emotional fatigues.
An individualistic crew, whose thoughts were of fortune,
fantasy and adventure. A melancholy camaraderie,
and anticipated excitement created from " Land Ahoy. "
Once in the warm harbour, the roaring seas,those raging storms.
The crew can forget, a crack of lightning strikes,
whistling winds, monotonous motions, what the heck,
all perilous thoughts become washed away.
Mercilessly to return another day. The antagonistic high seas,
can so quickly turn into an irascible engulfing enemy.
Heavenly yearning female bodies so divine,
uninhibited emotions we can't decline.
A distant view of an island. A landfall-reflection
maybe paradise or vastness of isolation's.
To all seafaring souls who have been and gone.
Remembered like a lighthouse forever On.
A famous tale of fortune springs to mind.
Times on Papeete-Paradise Eternal. " Perhaps? "
Anthony Fry
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Fathom Out The Lugubrious Mind Of A Witch.
A wicked scandalous life of human passions,
of despair, urban legends, a lewd feudalism.
A secret society very often of young Women,
sixteenth and seventeenth centuries gatherings.
Using magic powers preponderance of trickery,
witch-craft, sorcery, evil devices, wailing spells.
Enchanted coercion of wisdom, interpretation,
floating, cunning, suspicious, bottomless pits.
Paganism of early Europe with midnight Sabbaths,
to worship the devil himself as their true god.
Midnight with the elements thunder rumbling,
full moon, ghostly clouds, narrow winding lanes.
Accompanied in their uproarious merriment,
with the loudest peal of an unearthly laughter.
Those who have pierced the dancing shadows,
in cold dark imposed picturesque moonlight.
Theories about cultic practises, ancient customs,
unique ancient prerogatives, shiny black cats.
Fathom out the lugubrious mind of a witch,
that wonderful charm in her face you will rue it!.
I have a notion you might explore earth's depths,
investigate dolmens with a plumimet or spade.
Unless your a cynical chump or ignorant churl,
your brain emerges from the fray fixed in a whirl.
Reality being more complex, savage intensity,
frowsty by a fire stirring a timeless cauldron.
Worshipping a Devil who appears as a cow,
a dog, a hare, a rat, a weasel, a frog, a man.
Maidens leading ravished incited coven lives,
aroused from her repose to do diabolical evil.
Caught riding her broomstick across a night sky,
her foundations are silenced and banished forever.
Anthony Fry
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Observation Of The Driftline.
Skylarks meandering motions, float on cold sea breezes.
Rare sculptured ivory driftwood, sun bleached laying idle.
Serene stillness, isolated dunes, ravished by wind and rain.
Constructive waves splashing, over cut stone causeway's.
Moon glow a wobbly blur, looking through tear filled vision.
Stretching long driftline, sinks over far reaching blue horizons.
Cusps and horns left upon a constructive high tide wave bar.
Sought after fresh cockle, eyes look at you from just below.
Quick an unseen razor-fish foot, burrows deep in shingle.
Robust crabs hiding in gully's, under bubbly carrageen moss.
A periwinkle hanging tight, to its buddy a black rock limpet.
Silver pearl oyster shining, toil under a destructive berm face.
Viewed ocean green, white horses, plunge on boat decks.
Far yonder murky reflections, espy a rolling ship silhouette.
Red and green lantern lights, can be seen graciously drifting.
Holding an impeccable, self respect of long cruel sea voyages.
Admiration divided with fear, innocently roaming earths crust.
A swift lingering thought of sanctity, sleep well our mariner.
Anthony Fry
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IN'T GOOD OLE DAY'S.
In't th'a scullery mothers voice is heard t'say
if't thou don't shut'p i'll belt thee one roont-lughole
now sit thee both down tis time for thyne tea
th'a doorsteps ont a plate arrive, jam butty's
th'a dog sits his eyes from thee to thou roam
a large mug of tea not t'be missed appears
your fortune told in't bottom dregs t'be read
wh'ts for a'ters mother, th'a lads chorused forth
a bowl of plums and cherries th'a table plonked
one by one th'a pips were aligned along th'an rim
A rhyme was sung aloud, Tinker, Taylor, Soldier,
Sailor, Rich-man, Poor-man, Beggar-man, Thief.
right kids, get ou'to play was th'a next command.
Anthony Fry
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I Want You To Know Your Play-List Is On My Ipod.
I want you to know you are my one and only love.
I want to know why I fall in love by pure magic.
I want to know why I adore and still dare to love you.
I want to know if I will ever lose your hopeless love.
I want to know why I am not starved of affection.
I want to know if you are telling me a majestic truth.
I want to know if you can sit with natures pain.
I want to know if you can live with a born failure.
I want to know if you can share my happy days.
I want to know if I am all you ever dream about.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself.
I want to know if you are fair trembling of sleep.
I want to know if my pictures are on your wallpaper.
I want to know if you keep our matching key-rings.
I want to know if you keep our cinema tickets.
I want to know why I sleep in your silk t-shirt.
I want to know if you just long for my eyes only.
I want you to know your play-list is on my ipod.
I want to know if you can always come home.
I want to know if I do know you in this lifetime.
I want to know if you can text me on my phone.
I want to know if you can blush unseen with joy.
I want to know if you can see serene beauty.
I want to know if I will be all you have ever wanted.
Anthony Fry
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Those Beautiful First Group Bird Sightings.
A cover of coots, water-nymphs tormenting a stilled silence.
A murder of crows, loudly whispering all that local gossip.
A peep of chickens, awaiting a magnificent new morning.
A dole of doves, hiding amongst honey pots lost up high.
A trip of dotterel, wearily gaze on wet withering leaves.
A charm of finches, in a cold darkening night sky shiver.
A gaggle of geese, emboldened watchdogs their territory patrol.
A kettle of hawks, roaming since ancient times armorial.
A siege of herons, Long necked elegant solitary birds stand.
A brood of hens, scratching grey mounds of cold ashes.
A cast of hawks, like weird ghosts haunting this world.
A party of jays, hording and stealing trinkets of gold.
An exaltation of larks, flitting in a thousand and one nights.
A deceit of lapwings, in oak trees hold twilight meetings.
A tidings of magpies, With sheen and green gloss tail.
A sord of mallards, green head and yellow bill ducks.
A watch of nightingales, sweetly Singing day and Night.
A parliament of owls, dusty from flour in an old mill house.
An ostentation of peacocks, an extravagant courting couple.
A covey of partridges, fearless in gorse bushes hidden.
A company of parrots, glistening like shiny fools gold.
A congregation of plovers, a voice ever so silver-tongued.
A colony of penguins, curiously strange slipping an sliding.
A nye of pheasants, flourishing invisibly in pine woods
A bevy of quail, fairy rings hiding them from us.
An unkindness of ravens, haunting those black cold nights.
A building of rooks, swallowing baby frogs like no tomorrow.
A wisp of snipe, Bleating together in wetland waters.
A muster of storks, graceful lanky marsh waders.
A murmuration of starlings, huddle together from a rain storm.
A host of sparrows, beautiful contemptuous uninterrupted flow.
A flight of swallows, those cosy mud hut houses build.
A spring of teal, silver grey flank and yellow tailed.
A pitying of turtledoves, a dainty evocative sounding purr.
A descent of woodpeckers, wallowing in wind blown flowers.
A fall of woodcocks, roaming through those straw fields.
Give Us This Day, Our Daily Birds.
jambojersey.
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This is my new Poem in rememberance of the old Yankees.
From Anthony Fry, jambojersey1939
Embracing A Life Challenge In New York City.
We arrive into New York City full of Contradictions.
Old residents Algonquians and Iroquois Indians gone.
Searching for Paradise among those grazing Buffalo.
Squirrels red coats remind us of Dead British troops.
Some forgotten a treasured Scalp on that Indian belt.
Vicissitudes of Human Life in Battles not forgotten.
Oh! I would have more lives to lose for my country.
Continental Musket balls converted back to red dust.
America's deceased Son's & Daughters remembered.
Washington's farewell bade from "black-Sams Tavern."
A City enthusing flavour's of Seafarers & Buccaneers.
Lobster Palaces in Times Square Gay Nineties History.
Winston Churchill's Mother Jenny schooled in an Alley.
North Shore Oyster Vikings living in "Captains Row".
Weird eccentrics congregate in cliches in Central Park.
Creamery Park �bit of Patrician London� remembered.
Largest most populous metropolitan area in the world.
An Intimate skyline penetrated with outstanding beauty.
Nationalities dominating a metropolis of Architecture.
Butterflies flutter quivering songs of meadow-larks echo.
A library terrace is just one of many beating City hearts.
Lower Broadway precariously hidden in a great canyon.
Dwarfed a forgotten smoking chimney bellows smoke.
Woolworth's site sitting on nineteenth century history.
Remembering hostelry days of Pepys Knickerbockers.
Dracula's big eyes peering at you on Washington Avenue.
Cock crowing on top of Fifth Avenue Heckscher Building.
Indescribable sensations of a Condor or Vulture missing.
Hoofed Locusts overgrazing in big blossoming valley's.
Destroying most of that outstanding beauty Gods Earth.
Real People finding quite refuge in a distant wilderness.
Blue-Tailed Mole Skunk have now moved to sandy Polk.
Manhattan being ruled by a murky early morning fog.
Kill Van Kull Sound arched by a Bayonne Steel Bridge.
Great cantilever bridges spanning over a vast east river.
Panoramic views Madison Avenue & Fifty-second street.
That all embracing vast unimpeded Rockefeller Centre.
Giants hovering over a guild-ed domed World Building.
Two hundred and sixty miles of underground railway's.
Leaving NYC you have a Million Rules and Rhythms.
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Delicate Birds of Great Britain
Cock `A`Doodle Doo, echo's loud.
Barn Owl, Tawny Owl, Blue Tit.
Bird groups, joining and mating.
Red Legged Partridge, Red Kite.
Egg making season approaching.
Jackdaw, Kestrel, Sparrow-hawk.
Pairs hasten, meeting as dawn breaks.
The Jay, Redwing, Long Tailed Tit.
Creating exhaustion from romance.=20
Cuckoo, Chaffinch, Carrion Crow.
Amorous birds bending branches.
Mistle Thrush, Robin, Bullfinch.
Warm love, shines in twinkling eyes.
Great Spotted Woodpecker, Magpie.
Many rejoicing sparrows squabble.
Wood Pigeon, Swallow, Blackbird.
Shaking blossom from a cherry tree.
Grey Wagtail, Siskin, Stock Dove.
Wonders of sweet familiar pleasure.
Pied Wagtail, Starling, Buzzard.
Restless love is fluttering in a heart.
Goldfinch, Pheasant, Treecreeper.
Gently hopping, teasing each other.
Marsh Tit, Coal Tit, A Great Tit.
Fields of soft Golden Corn beckon.
Green Woodpecker, Collared Dove.
Hark nighting gales, happy singing
Mallard Duck, Nuthatch, Moorhen.
A lovers harmony dancing together.
Goldcrest, Dunnock, Greenfinch
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