Verily I Say Unto Thee... archive
Tag : poem

1992: A Year I Could Do Without

(I won’t be writing or posting 9/11 memorials. I’ve done that before — in 2015, for example — and in multiple poems, including Old New York Photos, Another Ode To The United States Of America, You Can Not Crush Us, Tonight, and possibly others.) School Photo, 1992 This is my sophomore yearbook photo from Central[…]

A Missed Crossroads In 1992

“I sense an important cross road quickly approaching, and I know of what choices it consists… My decisions here will seemingly determine my course hereafter… When I pace my floor, and call His name, speaking to Him, I don’t feel as if I’m being heard. And even if I am I don’t feel like I’m[…]

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

Categories: Nostalgia, Personal, Poetry
Comments: 4 Comments
Published on: 2012.01.06

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

LOVE POEM

Categories: Poetry
Tags: ,
Comments: 3 Comments
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….

Categories: Poetry
Tags: , ,
Comments: 2 Comments
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)

Categories: Nostalgia, Poetry
Tags: ,
Comments: 1 Comment
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[…]

Poem: Thorns In My Mind

Categories: Poetry
Tags: ,
Comments: No Comments
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

Categories: Poetry
Tags: ,
Comments: No Comments
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

Categories: Poetry
Tags: ,
Comments: No Comments
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

Categories: Poetry
Tags: ,
Comments: No Comments
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

Categories: Poetry
Tags: , , ,
Comments: No Comments
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

Categories: Poetry
Tags: ,
Comments: No Comments
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

Categories: Poetry
Tags: ,
Comments: No Comments
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

Categories: Poetry
Tags: ,
Comments: No Comments
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.)[…]

Poem: Untitled

Categories: Poetry
Tags: ,
Comments: No Comments
Published on: 2001.01.20

by Wil C. Fry, Jan. 20, 2001 (23:55) (Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.) Burst, bursting the curséd cursing Circumvent the worst of wors’ning Rip to shreds the oldened beds Hiding always from the Feds (Copied from my “Darker Blue Notebook”.) Also published on my website

Poem: Untitled

Categories: Poetry
Tags: ,
Comments: No Comments
Published on: 2001.01.20

by Wil C. Fry, Jan. 20, 2001 (23:50) (Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.) Flying low through starlit night Seeing towers awash with light He wondered should he fly into The lights and go straight on thru. Into the glimmer he guided his plane Expecting to avoid all the pain, But[…]

Poem: To Take Him Apart (An Ode To Our Aging Senate)

Categories: Poetry
Comments: No Comments
Published on: 2001.01.03

Jan. 3, 2001, 17:00 (Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.) Copied from my “Darker Blue Notebook”. I saw an aging politician, With lines carved deep into his face.

Poem: A Different Set Of Trees

Categories: Poetry
Tags: ,
Comments: No Comments
Published on: 2000.11.18

(Copyright © 2000 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.) (Copied here from my “Darker Blue Notebook”)

Lost Poem: Untitled

Categories: Poetry
Comments: No Comments
Published on: 1993.04.30

(Copyright © 1993 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.) Editor’s Note: On Dec. 2, 2000, I was going through old copies of The Inner Circle Newsletter and found the following poem published in the April 30, 1993 edition. It was attributed to “W. Chandelle Fry IV” (me), but undated.

Lost Poem: By My Side

Categories: Poetry
Comments: No Comments
Published on: 1992.04.24

(Copyright © 1992 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.) Editor’s Note: On Dec. 2, 2000, I was sifting through old copies of The Inner Circle Newsletter and found the following poem, dated April 24, 1992, and attributed to “W. Chandelle Fry IV” (me).”

Archives
Welcome , today is Monday, 2017.10.23