Short Fraser Poems

Soul
Everlasting spirit
Carries us high
Enjoy soaring through life
Soul...

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The Highlander known as James Fraser
In his day he was called the eraser
When he played eight ball
Many an opponent did fall
If only they gave out a green blazer...

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It's goodbye to mad Frankie Fraser
The East Ends gangster appraiser
So loyal to the Kray's
To his very last day
One the Sixties ultimate erasures




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Darkness in illumination
What is this that strides before me
Ah!, Helium Orbs, Earth is saved!


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Visual 1

~*~
James Andrew Fraser
Helium Orbs
January 3rd, year of 2015...

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I went to check my rabbit hutch
The bunny wasn't there
I searched around for hours
Found it on the rocking chair 

Jan Allison
7th September 2014

Thanks to James Fraser for the inspiration:-)...

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sixties creation ~*~
fashionable and stylish
modesty and sun ~*~
reflects the designed lure
femininity captures ~*~










Written by James Fraser for Constance's contest 'The Sundress'...

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Vast
beauty,
she enthralls
caressing shores.
Her warmth blessing our wetted wandering.



Language of Water, sponsored by ~ Nette Onclaud ~
James Andrew Fraser
December 8th, 2015 @ 14.32pm...

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The once was a man from faraway
who held life in his hand as the pen did sway
With ink on the page, He left us a daze
And all the the ladies did swoon away!


The Limerick Game..James Fraser has been tagged!!!...

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With a skyward glance
I am counting stars tonight
hope that you are too
because every star you see
signify a kiss from me

*dedicated to Mr. Inverness, James Fraser* 

For MJF 
©050820121900...

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I'm just a simple Highlander guy
    With various writes I so love to try
     From nature to passion
          Fantasy is my true fashion
 I thank the Soup to let me apply




  James 'The Highlander' Fraser...

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Two poets who couldn't agree
Raise their voices to their loud pleas
One wasn't able to stop
His zip open, out pops!
Haha, it's a pea, not the size of a tree


©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo 15.18pm, April 07, 2015...

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G S Fraser THE POETS PROBLEM

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Smoking Joe Fraser, no sting as a bee…
That knack resides with Mohammed Ali!
   Though killer in Manila…
   Very persistent fellow,
Smoked the rope a dope folly, by golly!   

For: Limerick Contest
In honor of Linda-Marie, (S.H. Of P.S...

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Majestic he looks
My Arabian stallion
He's whiter than white
So placid to all around
His name, we call him Snowflake







My entry into Constance's 'Horses or Snowflakes or Horses and Snowflakes' contest

James Fraser...

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I, from the gray Wolf I'm diverged,
basal, ancestral we are
Millenniums we have witnessed,
historically we're culled 
Yet, we were here before humans,
are we next to disappear




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James Andrew Fraser
'Night Creatures" Coyote, No 3
18th January, 2015...

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A proud Highlander from Scotland, our friend James Fraser

His sensual renderings we’ve all come to treasure

In steamy writes, he awards beauties with flowers

But after reading his poetry, I need cold showers 


*For John Freeman's "Giggle Poetry" Clerihew contest...

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Taal, your angry, many times
Longing to stand your Lake shores
Take me in, absorb me
Luzons love, keep me
Anger no more





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James Andrew Fraser
For 'Nette's 'Somewhere' contest, my title 'Somewhere near Taal'
10th January, 2015, Bonnie Scotland
30 in all syllables....

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My attention caught
From across the room I glance
Her alluring eyes

I walk in capture
I'm like a moth to a flame
Drawn by her brown orbs

In vision tranced
Pupils of life attracted
Absorbed by her looks






* Poem by James Fraser, for Michael's J. Falotico' "Eyes First Meet" contest *...

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Written by:  James Fraser


I view, witnessing natures champagne.
Her shape through translucent curtains
captures my hunger, I crave.
Undulations glisten,
amidst the Spring morn.
To me she walks,
my heart beats.
Our lips,
Kiss






~*~ For Michael J. Falotico's "Spring Kiss" Contest ~*~...

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Dear James,

You were my very first comment on poetry soup!

You made me at home, and feel part of the troop!

Thank you my friend, for all your support

There will always be you in a place in my thoughts!

Thank you my friend, I mean this so true

May all that you wish for, and dream will come true!!!!

Love
Simone...

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As we put putted out
into the estuary, the 
sounds of the city 
receded, the tang of 
sea filled my nostrils 
and the water turned 
from brown to aqua.
Danny  put out the lines
but all was quiet so I 
whittled a piece of spruce,
letting the shavings drift
in our wake, as I sucked 
a hard yellow candy 
waiting for my sockeye....

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Fortunate i am
All my children are safe at home
Many families at this time of the year
In this world, can be left so alone
Love bonds us together, as the Carol singers call 
Yule tidings from the Fraser family,  to one and ye all



My entry in Brian's " Love Came Down " contest



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-2.php...

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‘The Power Of A Poet’      32nd  Senryu


        Look How Devoted
       The Power of A Poet
    See How Words Spoke It



This Poem is My Tribute to:

Carolyn Devonshire (The Dove)
and James (The Highlander) Fraser
for your Powerful collaboration on:

      Mother Nature's Revenge

        It Was Truly Awesome

              MoonBee...

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On the twelfth day of Christmas 
My ex she gave to me
Twelve migraine headaches
Eleven bags of my clothes
Ten pics of her new guy
Nine nasty messages
Eight early morning phone calls
Seven stupid emails
Six  sarcastic compliments
Five ---lawyer ---bills
Four flattened tires
Three kids to feed
Two trips to court
And a divorce to finally free me

Carl Fraser...

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He sits with a pencil in hand
Laying back in the golden sands
Letting the ideas flood his mind
The words he writes are so kind.
He listens to the waves roll on in
What ever he writes, he will win.
His pencil flows like a dream
Or he will have it seem.
This is how I imagine James Fraser
He’s as sharp as a razor!!

Thanks for your inspiration James...

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