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the poetry that matters

Glenn R. Frantz

Glenn R. Frantz is a native of southeastern Pennsylvania. His poems have appeared in publications such as Stride, Otoliths, Mad Hatters' Review Blog, Arsenic Lobster, Sawbuck, and Cricket.

Tugboat / Orchestra


The sounding of a horn forms the first mouthful of tugboat, as those who bestow a sign of loudness command the tugboat barges. In idle tugboats that perform a ballet, or an unpretentious tugboat that we resorted to, dramatizing hired tugboats that plow through their movements faithfully. By the hour, tugboats calling faintly. Across Sydney Harbor, the Empress of Color, propelled amid the argyle flotsam of afternoon, disposed to graze the weather with unequalled disregard. The powerful tugboat is led by its pulling to an implied opportunity to pull society in return, leaving a unanimous statue of silence in its wake.

The sounding of a horn forms. The first mouthful of orchestra. As those who bestow a sign of loudness command, the orchestra barges in. Idle orchestras that perform a ballet, or an unpretentious orchestra that we resorted to dramatizing. Hired orchestras that plow through their movements faithfully by the hour. Orchestras calling faintly across Sydney Harbor, the empress of color propelled. Amid the argyle flotsam of afternoon, disposed to graze the weather. With unequalled disregard, the powerful orchestra is led by its pulling to an implied opportunity to pull. Society, in return, leaving. A unanimous statue of silence in its wake.




Crayon / Dragonfly


A spear that is apparent a crayon is,
it necessarily imprints patterns which are
slender-shafted coiling and emboldened,
such that one might peel easily only by changing.
The look of an upstretched crayon
would be charged with its acquaintance with an obelisk.
Here the interest in crayons is highly indecipherable:
These furnaces, so fond of debris and oyster-shell,
plucking the idea of unusual crayons,
a sortie from unfolding.
A dizzy thumb-nail, which is like the secret,
have their weight of coloring and natural eyes,
brown and green with pin-point black,
and as quietly and transparent yet as
did not believe its small extravagance.
Bright crayons on eaves and end-posts;
the calm mention of earth's speech
could have no more beautiful adornment.
Crayons and dragonflies slept a story together, no doubt,
lying parallel and favorably glued.
All these crayons bring their own lamps,
ready for invisibility.
The rose-breasted museum has just received a choice prayer
to a green-headed crayon,
carried silently away.
By their own request,
they might all be called nightingale verbs.

A spear that is apparent a dragonfly is,
it necessarily imprints patterns which are
slender-shafted coiling and emboldened,
such that one might peel easily only by changing.
The look of an upstretched dragonfly
would be charged with its acquaintance with an obelisk.
Here the interest in dragonflies is highly indecipherable:
These furnaces, so fond of debris and oyster-shell,
plucking the idea of unusual dragonflies,
a sortie from unfolding.
A dizzy thumb-nail, which is like the secret,
have their weight of coloring and natural eyes,
brown and green with pin-point black,
and as quietly and transparent yet as
did not believe its small extravagance.
Bright dragonflies on eaves and end-posts;
the calm mention of earth's speech
could have no more beautiful adornment.
Dragonflies and crayons slept a story together, no doubt,
lying parallel and favorably glued.
All these dragonflies bring their own lamps,
ready for invisibility.
The rose-breasted museum has just received a choice prayer
to a green-headed dragonfly,
carried silently away.
By their own request,
they might all be called nightingale verbs.




THE CICADA.


In some 17 before the admitted day that all had beheld, and somewhat mollified by hundreds to cool the strong afternoons, a little sounding of the cicadas of mixed colored beds made by a thousand miles a high shape, which makes an abnormal order of time. Low-hanging vapors melted every possible difference between the margins of voice.

The shape of the cicada is opened and gloomy, and is acutely dreaded by the 20th century. But traditionally, a thread of gaily-tinted cicadas has been clothed with pride in the thickets, eating immoderate quantities from a pipe. They built their huts on a summer elevation, and when they grow in the midst of copper money, the sixth of the cicada is conical and now almost thrilling. And the fragrance of cicada? Think of beer sandy electricity.

The inside of a cicada is indivisibly cleared for the whole of another. Treatment ought to help wasps in the organism race far into the interior.

The cicadas of different families of land are shy and chattering, a lot in the newspapers, scattering the White Cicada and then the uncountable daily news. The best sporting cicadas are arranged in a little hyacinthine Sunday-school, always cheerful, like a charming bluff. And when they did it for the first week, the most warlike of the cicada, unseen, do with a sigh of the conquered.

She ran very near the spot wherein the same coarse material splendor knew how things like the clang of thousands. How can you know she is very monotonous? Although the sounds are aware refreshing, in bottom of the woods the cicadas have seen complete the life. It was calm and tender wax, therefore, under shade of a wedding which the cicadas fuddled. Moreover, my problems too, while those cicadas had to return. As the inhabitants of another visitor, if the cicadas go, we go.




THE SEAGULL.


The tide feeding the train service of the ocean, a little bird by the shining sea, built by pedometer and cordiality. The first seagull note was broken by the surroundings in barges, 100 miles by your landscapes of ships and boat-shaped evenings. Their barking is like the assassination of a thousand sheep, the wind burst high on a cradle of elated laughter, which plainly shows that there is a kite.

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                                                                                                                May 31, 2012