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...

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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:
   ...

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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...

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WHEN TEARS TOUCH

The twelfth of November reminds me of the day            
when our paths  first crossed  then came to grow on  trail.         ...

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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
 ...

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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...

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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
  ...

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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...

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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...

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 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...

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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...

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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...

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RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH

The darkening skies in choir of wrath;
The wind brisk banging blows;
The withering of trees;
The falling twirling leaves;
The branches sudden irate tweak and split.

Giving way to the rushing threat of death
Will another candle die in it's final flicker of light?

From afar

High hasty orisons a...

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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...

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WHEN TEARS TOUCH II

Sitting lax,
Speakers on ears:

"(You should know better)
Dream of better lives the kind which never hate
(You should see why)
Dropped in the state of imaginary grace
(You should know better)...

...I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all...

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