Frankie's poems / prose / personal proverbs

Originally Posted by Frankie Jasmine

Thanks, Doug. . . . Yeh, when I gain that fame, you'll be among the first to receive an autographed copy! Then I'll be so well-known, everybody will know what I look like! :S

Part of "the mystery"that is Frankie Jasmine,is we know it's a "character"that you,I don't want to say"hide",let's say"pose"behind.It's a facade that suits you to the"T".It's like,nobody was suppose to see what the Wizard really looked like.His power was in his mystery.When Dorothy peeked behind the curtain,it was reveled, he was just like us.A regular guy.I would prefer you remain a mystery,it suits you.The myth is so strong, I would never want you to dispel it.

Originally Posted by Doug Denslowe

I did mean it like "pray with her".If you have seen Carrie,you'll know what I mean.It's that"abuse me,then we"ll pray,because all is forgiven!"Either way,Creepy!

"Carrie" was something touching life in the creepiest possible way indeed and I, as coming from a catholic family, have fellt the deepest
fury raging inside me what those priests did to kids,lol.
Ever when thinking about it I feel- as agnostic as I am - that fury rising up again. Anything less than fury would be blasphemous already


PS, Doug!: Did you know I was called the mystery man here on ATL and come to think of it: many thought at first I was a girl

People thought someone named Amaryn was a female?I wonder how they got that Crazy Idea in their heads!?!?!

Well, what's in a name, Doug I have survived the turmoil though

Originally Posted by amaryn

Well, what's in a name, Doug I have survived the turmoil though

It never crossed my mind that you were female.You came across very manly.lol
Seriously,I assumed by the way you expressed yourself you were "one of the guys".A cool cat,at that!

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denigratus


The town bell rings, but
Its tone is annoying.
Remove the copper from it.

The oil masterpiece
Is wonderful, if only
The red umber were subtracted.

The readied banquet feast
Is appealing except for use of
Marjoram. Serve it without.

The sea sponge makes for
Delightful bathing,
If only it had no holes.

The smell of sweet alyssum
Is heavenly, save for the
Underlying woodsy scent.

The copper.
The red umber.
The marjoram.
The holes.
The woodsy scent.
Destroy the unwanted elements.
Destroy
The bell,
The oil masterpiece,
The readied banquet feast,
The sea sponge,
The sweet alyssum.

I am the sum of all
My experiences.
Why can’t the awful past,
The bad memories,
Be purged, you ask?
I assert:
They, too, formed me,
Unwanted though they
May be.
Bidding them to disappear is to
Get rid of me




Frankie Jasmine
08-20-2013

Oh,now I see it!Comment #201 at the top of this page does have a familiar "vibe" to it.Yes,I did teach her a thing or two!

Originally Posted by Doug Denslowe

Oh,now I see it!Comment #201 at the top of this page does have a familiar "vibe" to it.Yes,I did teach her a thing or two!

Indeed! You located a piece of evidence on the subject, which has emerged several times!

And "denigratus"? Any critique . . . ? Whoops!--Excuse me. I see you "liked" it. Thank you, Doug.

Liked it a lot!I didn't want to pander!I'm a HUGE fan of both your writing and of you, yourself!!!!

Ooh, I liked this Frankie. Good to see you're still around

Frankie: it's long time,No see.But......you do come back with a "bang"!!!!Welcome back,and don't be such a stranger!

Problematic

To get, we must give.
What's to be done
When strength to give
Has dissipated?

Relegation
To Aloneness.

So strange. I don't recall writing or posting that last would-be poem. :l

Originally Posted by Frankie Jasmine

So strange. I don't recall writing or posting that last would-be poem. :l

Funny,I don't recall this post either!I make a point of reading all the entries in the Lyrics Review and Poetry sections.I also make a point of reading your posts!I won't even try to speculate how this arrived on this site,but maybe a guardian angel?

Angel? I thought it was a kindergartener.

Originally Posted by Frankie Jasmine

Angel? I thought it was a kindergartener.

Kindergartener,angel,hacker......I was just trying to be kind in a wierd situation!

Your "problematic" is so up to the point, Frankie.
The Everexisting Dilemma: no strenth/energy/inspiration/motivation left. NOW WHAT??
Can "the Other One" accept it? Or The Other Ones?
Not often, I admit.
But sometimes they or he/she do.
I hope that you will be the lucky one.

Originally Posted by Teshka

Frankie this is so gripping.....and i even "felt" this a little bit too much but thats only bcs it's written so well !!
It also leads me to think of smth that Moon has said, not only to me but others that say it's true...transitions and "journeys" through severe pain or strong emotion can produce some of the strongest creativity at times when we should not expect our minds to work in any good way at all.

This was even better on the second and third read and the last time i got riveted on the line "I am stillness after a sigh"....like bumping into a wall i just got stuck there bcs it's so brilliant, but also much much more than that.

i don't offer criticism or suggestions very often bcs i always like to see a personal touch in what people write, but this is just so good, i love everything about this poem from beginning to end. <3

Dear Tesh,

Jesse recently "liked" this poem on an individual poem thread. And I reread your post taking me to the full poetry thread where you responded to "Empty." Thank you so much for your heartfelt response. It helps me to read your words again today!

Originally Posted by Frankie Jasmine

. . .


I’m the space inside a pitcher.
A place between the walls,
Blanks where things are written
But nothing’s penned at all.

I’m the walkway through an arch
That leads off to nowhere.
A vacuum that’s specific,
Not owning even air.

When I walk the hall in silence
Not even footsteps fall.
If I break upon the seashore
The sands won’t feel my pall.

Belonging to nobody,
Going to nowhere,
My mind is all but emptied.
I just sit and stare.

Where are voices of the children?
Does music play tonight?
If so, I will not know it,
Without hearing and no sight.

Am I here or not
To fight the fight
Which cannot be assisted
By any passerby?
I’m alone, my mind is twisted.
I am stillness after a sigh.

A cavern in the desert.
Silence between words.
The touch that isn’t given.
A heart that dies unheard.


Frankie Jasmine
09-27-2012

This poem is actually a song. It's been awhile, but I hear the same melody that the lyrics "occurred" to me with originally!