Posted by Frank Letras on Thursday, November 25, 2010,
A poem by Frank
There’s an old man who lives down my street
Who leads a very drab and boring existence
He’ll sit on his door step all the live long day
Watching all the passers-by for instance.
He seldom speaks, and never has any visitors
And with me he just exchanges daily pleasantries
When he is out and about in his garden
Tending to his plants or even pruning his trees.
Last week I plucked up the courage to ask him
To talk to me about his experiences, his life
Curiosity ha...
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“Glimpse into another world”
Posted by Frank Letras on Thursday, November 25, 2010,
A poem by Frank
For Gerard and all the artists of the world
He sat there alone, staring into emptiness
Memories flooding his senses, accentuating his distress
Reflected in the water of the small pond
Was a glimpse into another world, of which he’d been so fond,
Two sisters playing in the yard, an image from the here after,
A golden sunny afternoon, full of innocent carefree laughter.
Bees buzzing around the daffodils, gathering pollen for their honey,
A gaily dressed little lepr...
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“The legend of the almond blossoms”
Posted by Frank Letras on Saturday, July 31, 2010,
A poem by Frank Letras 14th July 2010. Based on the legend “lenda das amendoeiras”
Long ago and far away
In a kingdom to the west
Lived a handsome Moorish king
Who endeavoured to do his best.
He ruled a province strange to him
Though this he did not choose
To rule the land of the Al-garve
In the west of Al-Andaluz.
He was a fair and wise ruler
Ensuring his land was free of strife
The only thing missing said the courtiers
Was the presence of a wife.
And so it came to pass
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“Saltimbancos and Troubadors”
Posted by Frank Letras on Saturday, July 31, 2010,
Stilt walkers and clowns
Approach as the circus tours
Ragtags in glad rags
Saltimbacos and troubadors.
Musicians from a bygone age
Poets of a different class
Fat ladies with beards
Stare at me as they pass.
History’s story tellers
Muscle bound town criers
Organ grinders and chimps
Handing out their fliers.
Carts carrying food
And wagons carrying stores
Stilt walkers and freaks
Saltimbancos and troubadors.
Ring masters in sequins
Trapeze artists and a unicorn
Tatt...
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“ Any Poet Worth his Salt”
Posted by Frank Letras on Saturday, July 24, 2010,
“ Any Poet Worth his Salt”
A poem by Frank Letras, 24th July 2010
Any poet worth his salt,
Can bring emotions to a halt,
With a stroke of the pen.
Self critical, analytical, but only now and then.
A poet strives to make you laugh or cry,
Understanding the reasons why,
The readers feel as they do,
He writes, steady and true,
With only the briefest of pauses,
His effects preceding his causes,
And his mind in utter turbulence,
He paints without pretence,
And draws withou...
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If you could utter just one phrase
Posted by Frank Letras on Saturday, July 24, 2010,
“If you could utter just one phrase”
A poem by Frank Letras 16th July 2010
Should the world end tomorrow
What on this Earth would you do?
Would you wallow in misery and sorrow?
Or leave a testament strong and true?
If you could utter just one phrase
That the whole world could hear
Would you start another craze?
Or fill humanity with fear?
If you could change the Earth
What would be your legacy?
Would you leave something of worth?
Or would it be lost to history?
Would your ...
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Solace
Posted by Frank Letras on Saturday, July 24, 2010,
“Solace”
A poem by Frank Letras
23rd July 2010
If I could find but one word
That would put your mind at ease,
I wouldn’t hesitate to use it,
You wouldn’t have to say please.
If could find a way to say;
‘I know exactly how you feel’
I would stand in the pews and pray,
I wouldn’t even have to kneel.
Life can be cruel sometimes,
And leave us smothered in sorrow,
Permit me to use an old cliché,
‘You know there’s always tomorrow’.
When things seem at...
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Sock Dimension
Posted by Frank Letras on Saturday, July 24, 2010,
“Sock Dimension”
A poem by Frank Letras, 20th July 2010
It’s a well known fact,
That there is another dimension,
Where socks and gloves disappear to,
Just to cause a bit of tension.
I’ve never done some laundry
When I didn’t lose a sock.
No matter how often this happens
It’s always a bit of a shock.
Every time I do the washing,
I always take great care,
But the result is always the same,
A sock without a pair.
And socks are not the only problem.
“What of gloves?...
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“The Streets of London”
Posted by Frank Letras on Monday, October 26, 2009,
In a city of six million souls
How can anyone be alone?
Come and walk a while with me
To see how this can be done.
I bet you thought this poem
Was the old song by Ralph Mctell
But these are the ‘new’ streets of London
My personal kind of hell.
The forgotten hero has died
A long long time ago
No one cared and no one cried
Everyone here’s on the go.
Old ladies still carry their homes
In two old carrier bags
But nobody pays them any mind
Now they’re just old hags.
The a...
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“Train Commute”
Posted by Frank Letras on Monday, October 26, 2009,
On the train everybody reads
Avoiding each others eyes
So there are no uncomfortable moments
Like those when somebody lies
Personal
space is very closed these days
Papers
music and a book
Bags
, rucksacks and luggage
Don’t
even get a second look
Everybody
has headphones on
Or
is sending some one a text
I
look around me and wonder
What
ever will come next
Nobody
hears the announcer
As
he says ‘the train terminates here’
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