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Some Thoughts On Poetry, Context, Artistry

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Published on: 2015.03.14

I was proud of this award when I received it in 2000, but soon learned it was part of a scam where you pay too much money for a book of poetry and end up with your poem in the book. (Copyright © 2013 by Wil C. Fry.) Early in 2013, as I put hundreds[…]

Another Poetry Chart

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Published on: 2014.09.19

Click here to see a size large enough to read stuff (Copyright © 2014 by Wil C. Fry. Some rights reserved.)   Nearly two years ago, I published a chart I’d made in 2001, comparing my poetry output each year to my earnings and “dating activity”. Since then, I’ve updated the poetry section of my[…]

In The Meantime, Six New Poems

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Published on: 2014.03.08

Poems aren’t my strong suit anymore, if they ever were. But I still write them occasionally, when the muse calls out to me. Here is my 2014 poem index, with six so far this year, including my fifth installment of Insomnia. It’s been eight years since I wrote six or more poems in an entire[…]

Who Made Who

Categories: Music, Nostalgia, Poetry
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Published on: 2013.12.07

Listening to AC-DC’s Who Made Who on my Sony MDR-ZX100 headphones — the nicest headphones I’ve ever owned — I contemplate how much I’ve changed since the last time I listened to this song — or You Shook Me All Night Long. Was it in a nightclub in Little Rock? Or with Big Joe in[…]

Poems Chart 2001 (from my journals)

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Published on: 2013.01.25

Things you should know about me: I like charts. I’ve always like charts and comparing numbers and trends. The results don’t have to show anything; just the act of creating/reading charts is fun for me. In 2001, after a few years of intense poetry writing, I made the following chart, in a half-hearted attempt to[…]

Don’t End With Love

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Published on: 2012.11.25

(Copied From My “Little Blue Notebook”, written approximately June 2004.) Rhymes: dove, glove, love, of, shove, above In a rhyming poem (or song), try not to end a line with “love”. It has been used too many times, and next line is almost always predictable.

Poem: Claustrophobia

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Published on: 2012.04.21

Claustrophobia Wil C. Fry April 21, 2012, 13:21 I can feel the walls as they’re closing in trapping me in this little den surrounded by space but trapped in time I breathe, I breathe, I think I’ll be fine Maybe. I must look out, I must remind myself of the times I could fly in[…]

Just Before The End of the Beginning (Journal: 2000)

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Published on: 2012.01.06

(Copyright © 2000 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.) Self-portrait with cheap film camera

LOVE POEM

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Published on: 2005.10.27

SHEBy: Wil C. FryOct. 26, 2005; 2027 hoursTo: Marline François It’s a dreamA fantasyA whither-world that whips my imaginationBack-lit beautyDulling elves and fairies She walksHer steps are flower blossomsShe talksHer voice a symphony Rose in full blossomSeems droopy, wiltedAs She glidesEven SolCannot competeDrowned into dimnessWomanUnadorned with unnecessitiesShe is bareYet completeEyes like shiny polished coalMelt, shred,[…]

Now I Remember….

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Published on: 2005.08.07

“There was love, then only confusion I am the victim of my own delusions” I wrote those lines more than eight years ago, at 3 a.m., while slightly intoxicated in a Little Rock nightclub. I wrote them on a cocktail napkin, where many of my poems were birthed in those days. But today, for some[…]

Six Years Gone (she is still with me)

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Published on: 2005.07.03

This week is the sixth anniversary of the death of Karisa, a young woman I knew in Arkansas. I thought I loved her. But I’ll never know for sure. I hope she thinks of me, wherever she is. The following is the poem I wrote about her, two months after hearing of her death. As[…]

American Neverland (poem)

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Published on: 2005.02.25

American Neverland By WCF, Feb. 25, 2005 (22:30 hours) Unprotected yet unmolested Innocent and naive Give me nothing give me something It is too late to grieve Flying airplanes and crackling airwaves Roaring in my head Twinkling lights and twisted lies Are unraveling the thread Ripped from Earth’s breast and burning the nest Left to[…]

Poem: Thorns In My Mind

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Published on: 2001.05.20

(Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.) May 20, 2001, 11:11 p.m. Escapades of innocence Temporarily blind me To who I am

Poem: Not Human Anymore

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Published on: 2001.03.26

High and mighty they seem to be They never been a friend to me They got the money, cars and planes You never see them riding the trains They don’t shop at my store They’re not human anymore Or is it me that’s not? (Copied from my “Darker Blue Notebook”. Copyright © 2001 by Wil[…]

Poem: Seminole Sunday

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Published on: 2001.03.25

Angel’s feet and broken down buildings Indian ghosts and crumbling bricks Alongside this paved cattle trail Look around and see The solitude Of each and every individual We’re decades away from the Steel Empires Smiling faces and rotting wood Smoking cars and potholed streets That are empty on Sunday Look inside and see The solitude[…]

Untitled

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Published on: 2001.03.23

(Copied from my “Darker Blue Notebook”. Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.) Alternate title: “Who Are Your Friends?” Where do your loyalties lie? Who will cry when you die? For whom do you show your true face? Who is willing to die in your place? (Also published on my website.)

2001.03.03: On Poetry

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Published on: 2001.03.03

A poem can open the soul. A poem can awake a deeper spiritual sense in a person’s inner being. A poem is an insight into who or what the author really is. All of this is true only if the reader is open-minded and willing to receive the poem’s message. Each definition of poetry only[…]

Poem: 2-14-01

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Published on: 2001.02.14

Copied from my “Darker Blue Notebook”. Note that “2-14-01” is the name of the poem. By Willal Fa; Feb. 14, 2001; 21:50 (Edited here for language) Educated heresy and purposeful disregard — The hallmarks of modern moguls My question is thus: Why does society set rules for itself That it cannot — will not —[…]

Poem: 2-13-01

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Published on: 2001.02.13

Copied from my “Darker Blue Notebook”. Note that “2-13-01” is the name of the poem. By Wil Fry; Feb. 13, 2001; 21:34 It’s starting to come together As I live in rainy weather My goals and plans take shape My frown begins to break As I move on to bigger, better things My heart, it[…]

Poem: 2-12-01

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Published on: 2001.02.12

Copied from my “Darker Blue Notebook”. Note that “2-12-01” is the name of the poem. By Wil Fry, Feb. 12, 2001, 21:57 I think that for the first time I am truly free of the wiles of The Evil One (I could be wrong; Last time I said that, I soon fell in “love” again.)[…]

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