Best Fraser Poems
Wipe that silly grin from your face, boy
I am a woman, but certainly not a wimp
Watch me roll with the punches, tough guy
It'll take more than your words my style to crimp
Hey, babe, your style really sucks
Call that art, I have seen kids write better
Have some heart, instill it in your writes
Feel the moment, feel those letters
My feelings are there, you just may not relate
If you can't grasp my intent, too bad for you
I write from my heart, not from a man's head
I know what I'm saying, you just haven't a clue
Oh, i see you have posted another piece
Let me read and determine my thoughts
Excellent shape and so true to form
This definitely has plusses, you must be man taught
Hold on, joker, no man has influenced me
Dickinson and Teasdale are among the finest
Your thoughts on my work I'll disregard
Your views on poetry reveal your blindness
The last write you wrote, has invited my see
It has clearly shown, your writing to be
Scope, shape and the form you have written
I have scrolled to your past, and I am sorrowful smitten
No more condescending from ye on the throne?
What was it that made you feel superior?
And, furthermore, what gave you the right
To make any poet feel inferior?
Dear Carolyn:
Another letter from another tour
In this place in the sand they call Helmand
This will be my last, for you can be sure
To never look back on these Afghan lands
Dear James:
It's been so long since I've felt your embrace
Studied the constellations through your eyes
Found joy in the manly features of your face
Or recovered from our last sad goodbyes
Dear Carolyn:
Another two lost, one was my best friend
Before it's me, I pray my leave is soon
My heart is crying out, my hopes descend
Is tomorrow my day, in deathly strewn
Dear James:
I've been praying so hard; surely you're safe
The son I carry will have his Dad's smile
I don't think God would orphan our young waif
You must walk through our door in a short while
Dear Carolyn:
The joy in your letter, mother to be
Me a father, soon to be homeward bound
Grow with my kin in the land of the free
To thrive in peace on American ground
Dear James:
I think our boy will be a football star
Perhaps he’s sending a message to Dad
Like Peyton and Eli he’s thrusting hard
To have you and him here, I’ll be so glad
Dear Carolyn:
As James was preparing to say goodbye
Boarding the chopper to take him your way
Enemy aircraft dropped bombs from the sky
I regret to say this was James’ last day
Commanding Officer Brannigan
U.S. Armed Forces, Afghanistan
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION
Proudly standing amidst three lochs, verdant hills
a Castle enciente breathing beauty but sadly chants
passed feuds sparking battles having harried their foe
and it's demise caused by Frigates cannonball screams.
Colonel MacRae-Gilstrap rebuilds now redeemed:
stoned arch bridge supersede the sea highway flow,
circular stairs and ceilings with coat of arms grants
changes made but its history today remains still
Tourists not deterred by ghost tales scary extreme
But await they exercise for imaginations to show
the setting, a romantic reincarnation that enchants
attracted lovers to celebrate their matrimonial thrill
Eilean Donan Castle in its stunning reachable location
pose the Western Highlands of Scotland a temptation.
Written by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
8:46 pm; August 18, 2015
WHEN TEARS TOUCH
The twelfth of November reminds me of the day
when our paths first crossed then came to grow on trail.
Soon... all the days like waves rolled into years
as we reminisce our pasts: joys and tears for fears.
A pad with pen I hold to write what pops by;
Each tint and curve a bell that says, you and I.
The words are mere push and pull medley of thoughts
shaping a circle melody of heart shots.
Learning flower our way as our cultures shared;
gem writings topically crafted are compared.
Feelings flood colours to our world, closer we became--
Creeping longing is "our meeting" as this both our aim
Beep and peek are lace ladders to higher trust grounds,
every tap and trade a thread fortifying our bond.
The lasso tying our heartstrings to etch some rhymes,
vital signs checked normal but awhile raise second hands
Can it be that this a fruit of stardust's grand wand?
Or a rose waiting to bloom and behold upon bosoms?
Now the day has arrived, suitcases packed, I smile
a journey, I have dreamt about, many many miles.
Nervousness cocoons but it's normal to feel this;
for this my long wish as I enter the coming hours.
Distance and differences our silent enemies!
But... It did not stop us from thinking sound strategies.
Interest and love gleams as our loyal company
enabling us to draw verses of harmony.
Broken bridges we cross by grace of felicity~
yearning to meet eye-to-eye an intensity!
Along the wires we jibe to friendly deal
that as crisp December sings we will make it real.
The cool December made our wanting a tip-top exhilarate..
and from somewhere, a song plays:
"When you feel in your skin in your bones and the hollow
Of your heart, there's no way you can wait till tomorrow.
When there isn't any doubt about it once you come this close
Cos you know and you know that you know...."
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*** the last stanza are lines taken from the song: "WHEN YOU KNOW" by Shawn Colvin from the movie Serendipity.
©J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo
October 29, 2014; 10:05 pm
With no toilet seats carelessly left propped up
Oh, now I can be such a comfortable pup
Please take your Playboys straight out that open door
Then shut it quickly; I can take no more!
Be gone with you, take all your shoes
Your hairspray, make-up and your girly blues
Three weeks of the month you loved me fair
For the other week, I lived in fear
MY shoes? Why you foul beast! Your odor eaters
Didn't work! Your smelly boots rest in sewers
Where they belong with that greasy hair goo
That left ugly stains on pink pillows once new
Your pants were too tight, I couldn't get them off
I can now wear my own; no longer you'll scoff
And as for your cooking my health has improved
Your name on the rent book, phew! finally removed
The credit card tab from your pub is gone now, too
That hussy barmaid can deliver it to you
And your shavings that clogged up my bathroom sink
Will be mailed to your mistress fast as you can blink
At least she knew how to look after a man
In bed with you was like a flash in the pan
At least barmaid Betty purred when this Highlander taunted
She was sensuous, delectable and she knew what she wanted
I'll remember you most when viewing pond scum
You sure were a loathsome son of a gun
I'm leaving this pit, too, so what the heck?
I'll send a new address for the alimony check
You'll get your money like you earned it before
Dancing naked on the pole in the floor
I took you in, clothed, cared and fed
But it wasn't me that was in your bed
BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES
From aggregate supple stellar petals' smile,
spring fragrance bubble spiral free in the air,
their porcelain blossoms dash perfection flair;
suitors bee, beguile the flower by buzzing style,
the blooms' fingers rush to blushes beyond compare.
Bard wind began to sing to serenade the buds in grins
rosy petals breathe a gentle sigh, one long mile...
Afar, some girls and boys see these Belles so rare--
they blow their dreams to root in land fertile.
They hope like blossoms their dreams curve in peak
though trials, struggles may round and round peep
for soon as seasons rouse may their journey begin
To the times their life drifts, avoiding not to weep
These blossoms and bubbles psalm, wisdom speak
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J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo
9:37 pm, March 03, 2015
In early spring I found you on Poetry Soup
A haven where wordsmiths congregate to recoup
Some sense of sanity in a world filled with grief
Your friendship, dear Highlander, has brought much relief
Being new to writing, I decided to try
So I joined the Soup, and a name caught my eye
Carolyn Devonshire, was the name in question
Her guidance has taken me to a different dimension
Who'd know the Soup would bring a Scottish writing mate
It was our destiny; now I believe in fate
A braveheart's pen paints history and mystery
Erasing fear and lifting me from misery
No sooner had I arrived beautiful comments were received
My writing was enjoyed and I now started to believe
An American lady has become a soul mate and teacher
Her words of kindness enhanced my words to be featured
So much loss I'd incurred just before we met here
Never had I dreamed of finding a comrade so dear
He reached across the sea and took me by the hand
And together we've escaped to fantasy lands
Before the Soup, I posted somewhere else
If you were not one of them you were left on the shelf
But the Soup's beach babe led me by the pen
I was absorbed in her circle right there and then
James and I propose a toast to many Soup friends
Whose talents are displayed here again and again
Too many great writers to mention each one's name
A new year comes as you enter our Hall of Fame
Happy New Year from James and me to all of the Poetry Soup Family!
WE WILL WALK OUR RAINS
Welcome the falling rain with a rainbow smile
dripping onto our face rippling even the sea.
Flowers and bushes mottled wet along the aisle
together in the pouring rain, running with glee!
Without a care in the world the brackens spree
and beneath the trees nesting birds hide in style,
beholding this vista, we both are in agree:
Welcome the falling rain with a rainbow smile!
Soak and cold, hugging for warmth is worthwhile
and so is hearing the rains' staccato percussion keys
in a moment of stillness... Some cascading vile
dripping onto our face rippling even the sea,
some bring frowns, worse-- tears to our eyes
but having a beloved through every miles
may lighten dark skies. Hopefully, those guise
flowers and bushes mottled wet along the aisle
dry as the sun rises, wiping natures cries.
Under the sun, under the rain: dance and be free!
Breathe! Drink their essence... Release some sighs
together in the pouring rain, running with glee!
The rain and the sun: like a couple sustaining life~
garnishing both the earth with gregarious greens.
May we be like them: partners holding no strife...
The yins and yangs now smoothly hurdled in between
welcome the falling rain...
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*** Bracken/s~ these are ferns.
Poem Contest: ONE
~~3rd place~~
Copyright © 2015 Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
6:21 pm, September 03,2015
HEAVEN THROUGH THE EYES
Won't you tell me places called heaven on earth?
for so long, so long, I tried to search and search
Come east. Come west. North to south, I all reach.
my quest began since day of my birth. . .
It's pre-historic paleolithic age, this beautiful place
Karnataka's architecture amidst it's greenery.
Heaven through my eyes seeing such scenery
to walk it's ground my thoughts gently grace.
Meandering many miles from a dripping spring,
the Fraser River in it's glory catches my eye,
heaven through my eyes as I stand nearby
to hear it's lapping waters as it sings.
This magnificent fissure, one of earth's abyss,
the Grand Canyon on the Colorado Plateau.
Heaven through my eyes, in erosion flow
resided the ancient Pueblo whom lived in bliss.
Supple strong arms cradle me from harm
Salty tears they slowly fall, to flood
cracking gradually sadness that long clog
Heaven reveal to my eyes your charm
behold thee not by a necklace of glitter
but a love so peaceful and oh so tender
that 'til this life is through I'll remember
no longer do I want ever be shut!
as all these infuse in me reasons to smile
and again take a look at yellow horizons
with it's curly shaped clouds white and some blue
Heaven is revealed to my eyes by the presence of you!
Evergreen leaves so lush cluster among trees
Daisies, magnolias, orchids they paint a beauty
Ocean blue touch the sea's face of purity
Heaven through my eyes displayed for free!
Beyond this life, beyond this whole wide world--
do you believe a place called heaven up there?
If you do, won't you tell me a clue to exactly know where
and what to do for so long, so long there I like to curl?
©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo
01:00 pm, December 26, 2014
A TRIBUTE TO JAMES FRASER: "IT'S NOT AN ACCIDENT"
Accidentally clicked but perhaps, its the angels
bewitched who bring me to your poem pages. Scanning
closer, like a curious child, I leisurely collide,
dancing even from high to low notes
engraved effortless to your humming runes.
Finishing one, two and three,
golly! I am beguiled to read more! Tell me,
how can I stop?... when there--
inked a scarlet flare of beauty and beast.
Jam-packed phrases conjuring tease and please,
kindling somber deserted moods,
leaking maybe a legal frown or grin from lips.
Medley thoughts you combust exhale
neutrality, passion, your story and dreams.
Olive green sprouting slow amidst your dark
pencilled winter woes. Your life experience
qualify you to relish: sweet to bitter
repertoire verses.
Sometimes a prison of rules
taunts, you freely toss tangles
unto my sleeping nerves luring undulations, but!
Voila! once analyzed and understood
warbles wonder and freedom of thoughts!
Xenodochy and respect you humbly express,
yielding liftless your good attitude. James...
Zone to zone you may be, God and me loves thee!
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***Xenodochy -- hospitality, kindness to strangers
CONTEST NAME: TRIBUTE
Contest Sponsor: Silent One
~~first place~~
10:48 pm, August 05, 2015
JAMES ANDREW FRASER
J...uly 2014 when our lives began to meld
a...way we are but the eight thousand distance
m...otion hungry hearts during dolesome hours,
e...yes openned, we cushioned empathic euphony
s...inging canorous chorus fertilizing our lonesome air.
A...mbulance sent by Father God arrived
n...udging anthologies, streaming prismatic colors to our pen
d...rawing us closer and closer than ever before. Sad
r...umblings from yesterday
e...rupt, shuddering our reveries;
w...eakening our pulse, quickening our nerves.
F...rom Bonnie Highlands of Scotland, there my love grew
r...amping around with eyes of blue and a height six feet two
a...rmed with dashing looks, good attitude,
s...ummer-kind of heart, he always shines through, TRUE!
e...nthusiast to music and the art too. I pray
r...hymes he scribbles may never ever run few!
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*+*Dedicated to James Andrew Fraser
HaPpY HaPPy HApPy BirThday!!!*+*
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
7:00 am ; January 04, 2015
SINLESS EYES
Nine solid months unto her womb is he,
breathing and heartbeat they do as one.
Carrying him safely, his husband sees,
providing food and money his daily home run
'til the day his son pleas to be out in the sun.
(always then his aim is to be a good guy)
Though it will take a long long time, his son--
sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...
His son grew then unto the world he spree
where he is exposed to gases, bombs and gun.
Along the streets, he and others learn a key--
that learning curve adhere but some remains undone.
Shoulders bruised, torn, from bearing a tonne,
some lost souls wander, their life gone awry--
falling short to wonder later how it all began,
sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...
Can later bestow some better decree,
outlasting evil by following a model-- a nun?
On returning to God by following thee,
from this day, forward, man shall never shun
to battles that last even 'til midnight sun.
Answers possessed on the strings of whys
and never again to ask for a hired gun.
Sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...
Darkness is beaten, light has won!
Wisdom now reached, cocooning the guy,
a new day now welcomes another son
sinless eyes, no smiles, when the children cry...
©J.A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo
9:40 pm, December 01, 2014
GUTS and GAIN
When only hymns of old memoirs and faith starred,
as I lift my eyes, black! Blue is the sun and moon,
will shadows be my frown and sins my ground?
(Gone are the days of pleasure and days of sleep...)
Anxiety escalates clogging the wise thoughts flow,
light saving courage, bravery where are you?
Let your whispers hiss amidst these dreary earth,
stillness the loyal choir escorting my shuddering nerves,
strum! Strum of strength and speed on two heartstrings
nudge like that of a dove, pure to drop: dash of love.
Spin and turn, crash and burn tests a true heart
though no medals, no points there to earn.
Ah! Mercy... within dreich woes is a distinct voice
handing a probable answer blowing mists of confused
An instinct. An impulse, should I believe or not?
I … listened but only a true love call casts our viscera to churn
sensing the tunes, steps ain't easy but I patiently learn
to taste the essence, I let my lips sway in liftless dance.
Please lie still yet moan on strums~ strums of my tips,
"Maiden, forbid me to go..." Trembles, trembles run echo:
one tenor, one alto, various pitch for evanescent tones
with a passion drenched within warmth of sheer ecstasy
the blend of love will spark, heating eternal flames
and if the world brushes darker shades of light--
consent our tomorrows to paint a canvass of life...
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James A. Fraser and Olive Eloisa Guillermo
9:21 pm, July 04, 2015
SWEATS and SWEETS
Shooting sighs and moans we fired last night still glows
As tangoed silhouetted shadows hungered love dancing
Peeping breeze outside match our whispers and calls flow
Desiring to dip and sway like leaves our top wanting
Our hands and lips pastel strokes to light brushes show
Two bared torso's touching amidst silken sheets warmed
Daring palms to fingertips send fevers upon hungry hips
Heartbeats stomps and thumps like bass drums stormed
Thrusts and pumps to nerves draw carousels of round trips
Stirring sweats to trail slow on curves adorned
Sweet scented heart lips in nonstop loving caress
As tempos rising aplenty voice fusion fueled cries
Torso's now blossom blessed by their loving impress
Gyration waves ebb after reaching heavenly skies
Legs twine, breaths calm, sated souls fall finesse
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©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo
17.14pm, May 24, 2015
Note: Following a rash of local breakins, thieves murdered two people who happened to be
at home when they entered. This event produced a lot of anxiety for me and James was
kind enough to help divert my attention by joining in this write. Many thanks to James, Tim
and Dane Ann for their support during this difficult time. -- Carolyn
A hungry gray feline sees a mouse; quickly does she pounce
Instincts come into play as jungle creatures eye their prey
Natural selection rules the vast animal kingdom
By striking fast they earn the right to live another day
We read in the papers and we watch on the news
As I look out my window, and ponder man's thoughts
What do we see, through our eyes as we view
Our ability to kill and leave one's life nought
Complicated survival games play out each strenuous day
From the frigid Arctic tundra to torrid dark jungles
Beasts on the prowl are trekking nature's intended path
Another victim falls as distant thunder rumbles
Opportunists linger as the perpetrators dare
Man stalking down dark alleys and dimly-lit streets
Confronted, accosted in criminal stare
Where the innocents in danger, generally meet
Other members of the animal kingdom have no choice
They slay only to keep themselves and their families alive
But it's man who plays the most dangerous of games
Killing for thrill, politics or greed; how can man survive?
It's the evil of man who takes what he wants
With the blade of a knife, with his terror taunts
His escalation from flint to gun
This most wonderful world in masculine haunt
If man continues to develop harsh weapons
The skies may explode in carnivorous fashion
Consuming not just one animal species, but all
Leaving angels to mourn the death of God's creations