Edmond-François Aman-Jean
we're within his symbolist dream
Renewal & awakening it's said to mean
to me ..a beauty arrives on.the scene
You will discover how my keen mind works
Through books I’ve read, or rather, through their quirks.
I leap into unknown as pages turn,
As chapters fly I find where I belong.
To fight and win the hero’s wars I yearn
While my adventures move the plot along.
I roam through distant worlds in every book,
I delve into the author’s shared insight.
I’m Tom, I’m Robinson, I’m Captain Hook,
An English orphan, a Round Table Knight.
I taste survival grip in Love of Life,
My Gatsby’s in pursuit of a green light,
Edmond Dantes’ obsessive revenge drive -
His vengeance burns until the wrongs are right.
Can’t help falling in love with Princess Bride,
I wear an Iron Mask - my grand disguise,
With loyal Dr. Watson by my side,
I’m charismatic Bond, spy of all spies.
I laugh out loud at cantankerous Grinch
Who holds angelic villagers in fear,
Bet beloved Dr. Seuss didn’t flinch
At placing Grinch’s sneer against Christmas cheer.
As pages turn into unknown I leap -
The realm I enter is mine to keep.
September 7, 2026
Before Its Asking
Only a Poet
can grow lilies
in the asphalt
Only a Poet
can dry laundry
in the rain
Only a Poet
can answer a question
before asking
Only a Poet
can cheat death
— from the grave
**********
The Bravado Of Pander
Self-endowed warriors
skirt the edges of danger
Lost approbation
their instincts to hunt
Dodging slings and arrows
of outraged propriety
The bravado of their pander
— in love with itself
*********
Lost Aspiration
Freedom
an outrage
to those
in their prisons
Its arrogance
and swagger
threatens
their bars
To wander
a cell
their chosen
vocation
In lost
aspiration
dying forever
— alone
**********
Everest Measures
The great majority
content to be average
But a few stir their actions
to test limits and law
The difference between
the strongest and weakest
Everest measures
— and Sir Edmond recalled
**********
Dicere Maximus
Say It Big
Say It Bigger
Say It Biggest
— BUT SAY IT
********
Foretelling
The magic portendo
seducing the stillness
Alone in the shadows
— at home in the dark
(The New Room: June, 2026)
Cyrano de Bergerac
entered a race
not fleet of foot
but hoping to place
tho' quick off the mark
the competition so tough
kept him on his toes
when the going got rough
yet setting the pace
he won by a nose...
the schnozz on his face
With apologies to Edmond Rostand (1868 – 1918)
He writes op-eds for Fox and admires Don Bongino, Ed Henry, Brian Kilmeade,
Trey Gowdy, Bill Hemmer, Will Cain, Jason Chaffetz, Stuart Barney, Jesse Watters, Raymond Arroyo, Tucker Carlson, Laura Ingraham, Mark Levin, Pete
Hegseth, Greg Gutfeld, and Lou Dobbs.
He predicted as a result of the 2020 election the country would be bitter, democrats would be blamed for making Trump into a monster, they would lose their power within two years and be considered a radical party.
He predicted that Biden would have no popular support, would not be able to put through any legislation, would never have a nominee for Supreme Court Justice and would eventually be relieved of his duties.
Even though most saw Trump as vulgar, uncouth, divisive and eccentric, Hanson would still vote for him. He saw Trump as a builder, dynamic leader, a regular guy from Queens and a better choice even with his bad boy attitude.
In memory of the SS Edmond Fitzgerald
November 10, 1975
Seventeen miles Northwest of Whitefish Point, Michigan
Lake Superior
Twenty-nine crew men are cradled
in a watery grave
no distress calls were ever heard
no bodies ever recovered
the gales of November turned fierce
as the 729 foot ore carrier
plummeted to her final resting place
530 feet below
Lake Superior holds too many secrets
and leaves to many mysteries
It's unforgiving of sailors, yet
catches every tear from the families and friends
of the SS Edmond Fitzgerald
C-oronavirus'
H-orror
A-nd
R-isk
L-et
I-nvisible
E-pidemic
E-mploy
D-eadly
M-ystery
O-f
N-asty
D-isease
A-nd
L-ethal
O-utbreak
Topic: Birthday of Charlie Edmond Alo (April 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
C-lear
H-eaven
A-bove
R-emarkably
L-ets
I-ts
E-ffulgence
E-mploy
D-ivine
M-orn
O-f
N-ew
D-ay
A-s
L-ight
O-perates
Topic: Birthday of Charlie Edmond Alo (April 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-arly
D-awn
M-eets
O-ne
N-ew
D-ay
D-elightfully
U-sing
Y-our
O-pen
N-ature
Topic: Birthday of Edmond Duyon (August 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
C-ars
H-ave
A-ccelarated
R-acing
L-ife
I-n
E-arnest
Topic: Birthday of Charlie Edmond Alo (April 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
as our eyes met
as our eyes met
a thunderous spark
detonated in my heart
a sudden tsunami
of years of ancient history
in some telepathic wave
taking my breath away
i understood in an instant
it had all been a charade
how things really happened
the day we met
IT WAS HE
who noticed me across the room
and elbowed his buddy
who haphazardly reacted to the nudge
by flashing his big bright smile my way
and it just so happened our eyes locked
changing history
yes IT WAS HE
who was going through a rough patch
encouraged his friend to pursue me
and offer me a ride home
that’s how i fell for the clown
but today years later
his eyes betrayed him revealing
IT WAS HE
who had been in love with me all along
and here i'd been duped
ironically a victim to my very own version
of the classic Cyrano de Bergerac love triangle
dazed i stood in staggering awe
of what could have been
Read on air by invitation ~ April 4, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
(reference to my favorite, the most wonderful and famous play CYRANO DE BERGERAC written by Edmond Rostand)
Clerihew Troubles
(Edmond Clerihew Bentley)
Edmond was a Clerihew. Is that some kind of clue?
And a Bentley too. A Cleri what? A Bentley who? Who knew?
This style of poem is named for him and not some other kin
It’s really way too short for me and getting under my skin
Crying over someone who's probably not even missing me.
My poor heart's steady crumbling like an eroded rock in the sea.
Walking around as if you haven't even crossed my mind
As soon as I get alone all this pain just reveals itself, unwinds.
I didn't think I'd lose you like this... I was unprepared.
Things like this? That's why attachment gives me such a scare.
You don't even know how much I'm hurting inside Edmond.
I'm crying again... haven't eaten... barely been sleeping.
So many ways for you to be taken from me, I didn't see this.
I'm so frustrated... I'm so sad... but not at all pissed.
My dad's reasonings are more than reasonable, I'll do as he says,
But I miss waking up to your voice... and those couple lettered texts.
I am so ...sad.
On August 12, 1998 my Mom died
All I know is that I cried
When I rushed from my new home in Edmond
All I did on the way there was cry
I got to the house and rushed to her room
And I saw that everyone was crying
I looked at her and saw the pale yellow in her skin
And all I could do was cry
I looked into her yellowish eyes, full of pain
And all I could do was cry
Then a single tear fell from her right eye
She took her last breath at 8:15 am
And all we could do was cry
The very next day I had to go to school
I was new, and sat alone at lunch and cried
Cancer took my Mom away
And still today I cry
His comet still crosses the sky
Visible to the naked eye,
And his music rocks around the clock-
Such events made their name
Leaving each with lasting fame
Tribute to Edmond Halley & Bill Haley
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