Afternoon At The Opera

If only they had known
he with tiny proboscis
slipping inside cherry
satin lined receptacle
of an inquisitive mind
It could have been set
up to come differently
into the circumstances
Dreaming of this taste
of a stolen blackberry
got this thing started
of them both surprised
Turn your back on that
is out of the question

Anent This Nourishment

What makes it bearable
no matter where we are
finds self in a family
the isolated all alone
under foreign scrutiny
but is being nourished
by their touch of food
What this food must be
a darkest of this hour
dreaming of their past
depends on consistency
of this eternal loving
triangle that going on
made it all worthwhile

Birds of Same Feathers

An hawk a bird of prey
related to the falcons
waits for their unwary
victims to take chance
and drops from the sky
to knock him senseless
he can kill steal away
There are other family
oriented bird of Peace
fliers in blue heavens
able to exist on grain
rather than cause pain

This Anchor Man Cometh
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To bed to dream I said
living your posthumous
lives of dreams in bed
without the silly fuss
So are pains necessary
just when one is aging
why not become an wary
camper Pain is ignored
Politicians breed lies
and let the chips fall
a truth around US dies
wrapped chain and ball
See the serious Mummer
making living a bummer

Still Looking the Same

Is it the music change
which you would notice
the same thing strange
say a foreign poultice
Or a different machine
gone to play the music
or red turned to green
our sane world is sick
First these would know
something new is wrong
or it just needs to go
home play another song
A dream tells you that
or the wrong color hat

By The Dynastic Nature

At 4 AM I was dreaming
preparations are ready
have been for the time
frame I have suspected
If things must be done
is not a consideration
somewhere is a someone
He has made a decision
on which Mother Nature
the forces of His evil
intent or even Himself
dare him to reconsider
Huge blocks of history
are of that hidden law

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Biography

Frank Anthony Ph. D. Pres., New England Writers, has poetry, prose and interviews
in journals, magazines and on the Internet. In Courier New Font, his BRIK poems, a labour of love for twenty years, are unchangeable rectangles. He lives in Vermont and can be contacted on: newvtpoet@aol.com More details: Who's Who in America 2002 & 2003.