Best Stanton Poems

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She asked me if I had a goal
She asked me if I had
Fantasized
Being the
Hunter
Or
The
Hunted

For 
Four
Years

I had crossed and re crossed the big cats tracks

Across a
Riverbed
Always measuring...

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Mrs. Stanton

In a little adobe bungalow
On the back of a lot in old El Paso,
Behind cacti and sand in s fantasy land,
Lived Mrs. Stanton, a...

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What's the scariest book you ever read?.. Some Stephen King book like "Salem's Lot" or "The Shinning"?

For me its Kate Millett's "Sexual Politics".. Oh, man.....

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All tidy and neat, smelling apple sweet
Life pranced forward in an amazingly great way
Then there was a hiccup, a screech, a slap 
Or something else...

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The Farmer's Lament

Rooster be crowin' go till your fine soil
Just no damn use for us to be ahidin'
Time now for bloody sweatin' and toil
Laziness, a...

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     We sat at the end of the bar in a seedy place on Seventh street.  Nursing our drinks, we...

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A Tribute To Frank L. Stanton's - Lazy Chap


Rising Early From My Bed, Close To Noon



I lay about and often just wonder why
others do not...

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An Old Battlefield ,  by Frank L. Stanton


The softest whisperings of the scented South,
And rust and roses in the cannon's mouth;

And, where the thunders...

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Hoss, Hell Ain't Full Yet!


Dark deeds done in dead of night
Eventually, all come to the Light
Watch your step, hedge your bet
Careful, Hell ain't full yet!

Set...

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Old Man Looking Back



Lone figure in the distance looking back from a tall hill
Shades of something familiar that gave me a cold chill

A look ,...

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The Mocking-Bird


He did n’t know much music 
When first he come along; 
An’ all the birds went wonderin’ 
Why he did n’t sing a song.

They...

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Pulp fiction had nothing on him. He was a man’s man. A protagonist
of his own making, self-reliant, and self-assured.  Marlow kept his wisecracks
to the...

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Having been up for thirty six hours;
I went to bed early.
Noting the summer lightning
through closed eyelids 
little did I know
how my life was about to...

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Do you know
about the U.F.O. ?
Have you ever seen
a strange flying machine?
Questions to ask.
Answers that mask
the unknown, the mystery
of otherworld  history.

Man cannot fly
was once...

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