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frankieonfire

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I'm a poet, a writer, a creater, a gypsy. I plan to post more and more of my poetry and writings here. I hope you find all sorts of gifts among my pages; love, fear, excitement, anger, shock, desire, courage, inspiration, hurt. I hope you see the beauty under rocks and in weird bugs and people, in the unexpected, and the ugly misplaced things. I hope you find yourself lost and aware full of wanting. Please come back for more.

 

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  • Butterflies Fly From the Mouthes of Babes
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    Butterflies Fly From the Mouthes of Babes

    3 years ago

    I can't imagine all the things there are I am asking you to miss All the moments there will be when you won't see one more drop of faith. Like a she-wolf I bare my teeth Daring them to pry - just one...

  • Pieces of Me Dropping
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    Pieces of Me Dropping

    3 years ago

    This tub water has grown cold, Every last bubble has dissipated into foamy frothy film left to circle the tub Every inch of me is wrinkled like an old hag pruned and cracking I bleed Pieces of...

  • Miserys the River of the World
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    Miserys the River of the World

    3 years ago

    Miseries the river of the world And its coming nearer and nearer As she sets out on her journey She brings staves, and cups And coins. On her back she straps Swords. A block of cheese and bread to break...

  • I; A Sliver in the Sky
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    I; A Sliver in the Sky

    3 years ago

    Note: There are two perspectives here. Three personalities I; A Sliver in the Ski These rivers flood. Gearing- ceasing, my course, my decree of finality. Marring reproach and baring f lecks, stains, spots....

  • With Towers and Fairy-tales
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    With Towers and Fairy-tales

    3 years ago

    A poem

  • Just The Bombs of Yesterday
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    Just The Bombs of Yesterday

    3 years ago

    All I did was kneel and pray All that's left is to kneel and sway To find the beauty in surrender Where the promise in your eyes went I cannot follow Where and when adoration was replaced by abhoration ...

  • A Lovers Cry
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    A Lovers Cry

    3 years ago

    I'm tired Tired from guessing - tired from all the games life and death life and death now it's life or death A pinprick of existence - narrow insight all I could see was delusions and you; the monkeys on my back ...

  • Circles of the Sun
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    Circles of the Sun

    3 years ago

    I dream of you - Mornings the only exception I see you in my nights Next to my heartbeat - yours thumping like a drum I make you leave - just to keep from stopping the spark that makes me - me...

  • Stitches I Drew - A Poem
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    Stitches I Drew - A Poem

    3 years ago

    And there they all stood, while he alone rocked the house. I was reminded of beatnik of the crippled and the blindly damned. I moved my body and music, it wrapped around me spun me in circles even as my side...

  • And It Should - A Poem By Frankie Di'Incendio
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    And It Should - A Poem By Frankie Di'Incendio

    3 years ago

    This is going to hurt. She knows this. She opened a fortune. Smile it will make the world brighter. This is going to hurt. she opens a fortune. There is great friendship between you. This is going to hurt. ...

  • Seeping Here Til Sunday
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    Seeping Here Til Sunday

    3 years ago

    Infectiously your body is drawn
 The lines are crooked, broken, narrow, ugliness seeping here til Sunday. 
Dirt foiled all over you
 To hide, enamels of deceit. 
I’d invite you in
 But I’ve...

  • Gypsy Wagon Liberater - A Poem
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    Gypsy Wagon Liberater - A Poem

    3 years ago

    Awake and alone this night I begin to forget about you – Relief soars through me and I relax. This great weight no longer there, But here’s the thing I wonder still.. Wandering lost and stumbling No...

  • If Only You Had Seen - Your Song; It Would Be Different
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    If Only You Had Seen - Your Song; It Would Be Different

    3 years ago

    A poem I wrote about 3 years ago - One of my first lessons of heartache - also learnings of the value of true friendship.

  • Spinning Red and Black and Purple Twisters Strike Bare
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    Spinning Red and Black and Purple Twisters Strike Bare

    3 years ago

    Black and purple tornadoes whipping through and fields of meadows left in the wake struck bare. Branches snap and twirl. Among stones and broken glass - Red front door is wedged between ...

  • Take Off Your Cross - Says She To The Shepherd
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    Take Off Your Cross - Says She To The Shepherd

    3 years ago

    A poem written with fantasy flare in a narrative style about a goddess and her shepherd.

  • Moldy Welcome Matts
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    Moldy Welcome Matts

    3 years ago

    A face in the window A little birdie sees Its mesmerized. Above the sill A copper plate Etched in stylized memory. Of dark eyes A habitual residue Of a merry go mind How lovely. The bird does not look away. ...

  • Bob, Bob, Bobbing Bonnets Down The Mountain
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    Bob, Bob, Bobbing Bonnets Down The Mountain

    3 years ago

    I tossed and turned and tumbled, Waiting all through the night and At half past the second twenty-second hour, With squinty blurry boogery eyes, I see the clock tick tock about my west dove...

  • Mothers lessons of conditioning - My lovers sorrow
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    Mothers lessons of conditioning - My lovers sorrow

    3 years ago

    Mothers Lessons of Conditioning; My lovers sorrow. An honest heart wrenching narrative poem.

  • Caw, Caw, Caw
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    Caw, Caw, Caw

    3 years ago

    Crow Divination Silence settles Across the way as the first sun rays, Shake off the blanketing Of midnight terrors, errors, Lovers and their wares. The sky and plains Now clearly defined Frost addled...

  • These Lenses Click Constant
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    These Lenses Click Constant

    3 years ago

    Click, Click, Clicking. This lense clicks constant, and into you I see a change. Why’s everyone looking this way? Let it all drop, Plastic rips of google And play store and android upon droids. ...

  • A Lapse; A Leap Into The Profane
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    A Lapse; A Leap Into The Profane

    3 years ago

    Beanstalks growing, beanstalks growing! A revolution beings. “Impossible.” are the murmured statements whispered here and there. Questions asked and incredulous answers perceived as the beanstalks reach...

  • Two Mismatched Sandals
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    Two Mismatched Sandals

    3 years ago

    A young girl walks through the Holiday gas station parking lot on the west side of town. It's a foggy drizzly night, street lamps illuminate wisps of fog like a tunnel onto sparkling asphalt. She holds herself tight...

  • Rip-Rip-Rip; We Create
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    Rip-Rip-Rip; We Create

    3 years ago

    Our Creation Here, Feel My Arm. Rip, rip and rip Until there's nothing there Close your eyes Place your hand here, on my arm Do you feel that? Feel my hair raised Rip, rip and rip, Until there's nothing there...

  • That's me there, under the streetlamps glow. Do you see?
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    That's me there, under the streetlamps glow. Do you see?

    3 years ago

    A poem I wrote about 3 years ago while in reflection of my past. In reflection, I realized though most of me was masked in anger; I have always been courageous and strong. This poem has a strong rendering of the subtle...

  • Golden Sunrise
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    Golden Sunrise

    3 years ago

    You say you see sunlight in my eyes.. You say you’ll believe- believe, believe, believe All that's seen about me is dank and I see shame licked moments and eyes down cast. Little girls,...

  • Rosary Beads My Only Dress
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    Rosary Beads My Only Dress

    3 years ago

    You chanted my name In praise and devotion You’ve been heard You said; “To the crippled and the blind To the lost and the damned To the lone bird flying in the sky” * And now it...

  • I will share you
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    I will share you

    3 years ago

    A time has come to pass; leaving shadows chasing the clock and you look at me as though you've never seen me this way before Only it's the 'you' that baffles me I listen all day to the banter of old maids; a...

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