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Poetic Moments

This page contains a sampling of my writing. Hope you enjoy.

Waitress, A Cold Beer Please

Sheets of black satin, the bed round.

Mirror above, reflection to astound.

Golden skin, hair of brown.

On the post, a red silk gown.

Where am I, who is there?

The face I know, not from where.

Could it be, was it last night?

A table for two, blue neon light.

Soft lips, warm on my ear.

Tender hands, another cold beer.

Music slow, perfect for romance.

Scuffed wood floor, didn’t know I could dance.

This can’t be, Not on my hand

.Burnished gold, A wedding band.

Tell me how, what did I do?

Stopped on a whim, A beer not two.

By Nick Fraysher Sr.

Copyright©2014 Nick Fraysher Sr.

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Awake

It endeavors to keep me awake,

Tries to change every plan I make.

Late into the night it beckons.

Before it minutes race like seconds.

Dark and quiet throughout the house,

Sleeping all, except me, the cat, and a mouse.

I sit as though chained to my chair.

I can only stare.

Pages merge one into another,

Can't tell this from that, or the other,

Eyes red and swollen,

I think I see an eidolon.

A distant ringing,

My alarm is singing.

The sun is up and like a marionette,

I sit surfin' the Internet.

Nick Fraysher Sr.

Words

I have no words of wisdom

Only thoughts, hopes, and dreams.

They may be about tomorrow,

Or a mountain stream.

There are those that say nothing,

Others touch the soul.

Some lie silent on the page

As though they have no goal.

Then comes one of heavy heart

A burden hard to bear.

Searching through the pages

And sees what’s written there.

Those tiny words

Cast aside so long

Now have meaning

Rise up bold and strong.

To bring a smile to pouting lips,

Or dry a tear drenched cheek.

No longer are they meaningless.

No longer are they meek.

Nick Fraysher Sr.