Poetry for 24 Hours

By Frank Craven

8, Soul/Spiritual/Prayers/Play/God

16, Mind/Mental/Politics/Work/Truth

24, Body/Physical/Passion/Sleep/Love

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 27, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483655888

Frank Craven

Frank Craven was a popular Broadway playwright/actor of the 20’s & 30’s. His grandson, by the same name, continues the heritage with political comedies that have generated funds and conscience for GreenPeace (4 Chats & 1 Loup, National Vanity vs. Natural Sanity), Amnesty International (Authority Versus Majority) and other moral comedies in verse, IE: Right versus Righteous &/or The Clothes “Make” The Man (I & II). See cmm.itgo or www.frankcraven.com. In 1968, his parents had it with the USA (JFK, RFK, MLK, Vietnam...) and moved to (Fascist) Spain where his dad (John) taught drama at the American Institute and Franky became acutely aware of life in a dictatorship, not only from Generalisimo Franco but the various Latin American refugees who fled from torture and turmoil. Frank’s patriotism inspires him to write epic poems (in verse) that denounce corruption & injustice. Influenced by Ruben Dario, Ramon Campoamor & Goethe. He’s a professional actor that also sketches cartoons, paints in oils and plays a mean harmonica and a dandy flamenco/blues guitar. View a few of Mr. Cravens plays at the NYC Theater on Tape Archive at Lincoln Center Library. An AFTRA SAG AEA member; professional actor since 1979. He has a book out (via www.amazon.com) called: 2 COMEDIES ON “GOD” (TWO SCRIPTS HE PRODUCED TWICE) and has produced an (award winnig) weekly public access TV show in Manhattan since 1998 Webstreamed; www.mnn.org, called: WHAT’S AILING/HEALING US AMERICA? WA/HA? A crybaby’s patriotic wail to ask/answer as a right/duty. Franky is also a psychic/medium (Attending séances, reading parapsychology books) studied at Lillydale, NY & Arthur Findley College –platform reading- in UK. He is an interfaith licensed reverend minister, in the order of Melchizadek, Studied years with Gloria Grayson, Assisted musically Ron Fredericks and is a 7 rays master/archivist, PachaMama Alliance producer, ECO SOC UN NGO delegate for CAPAJ, indigenous people of the Andes, honorary conch caller/firetender www.paeceanddignityjourneys.org He works privately and is (VP.& board member) of the www.sacredlightfellowship.org

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Contents

Physical

Under A Bridge In Paris…

Sans Mots

Without Words

On The Eve Of Romance

You Sing To Me So Sweetly

Alone, Together

Solos, Juntos

Yang Calls Upon Ying

Whispers To Sappho

Lady

The Right Moment

El Momento Correcto

Happy Sadness

I’m Yours, Forever

The Fragrant Blossom Of Loves Flower Blooms As Fertile Female Opens Up To Marvelous Male

Our Own No Man’s Land

Love?

Being In Love

The Kiss

El Beso

Dreams

Sueños

Creation

He’s Inside Of Me

Already I See

Gia Vedo

Ya Veo

Awakening

So; First Date

3 Am

Infidelity

I’ll Never Love Again???

Vamos

Let’s Go

Ode To Sharing Lyn

Salon Song

A Mothers Nurturing Love

Your Face

I Wag My Tail With Your E-Mail

Frrrosty Lips

Life & Strife

Spiritual

Ego Eulogy

Death

Fourth Quarter Reflections

Some Soulmates

Tthhiiss Ppaarrtt Ooff Tthhee Uunniivveerrssee

The Clothes Make The Man Ii

Where To Operate

Dear God Of All Gods

I Call Upon

Om Brahma Om

Dear Mama

Needs Greeds & Deeds

Ilusion Contra Conocimiento

Illusion Versus Knowledge

Panorama Perception

Percepcion Panoramica

You Are Guru

What Reality?

Que Realidad?

Invisible War Zone

Cosmic Awareness

Why Not Listen To The Symphony Of Silence?

Affirmation Exclamation

Homage To An Airplane Window View

A Forgone Conclusion

After Thought

Real Reality

The Ongoing Karmic Test Of Nobility

I Awake At Sunrise

The Lament Of Mr. Rich Genius

Mental

Right Now

Greek Warrior

Time For Major Change

Breakfast Of Military Kings

The New Administrations Candy Offers Cigars And Some Brandy

Human Rights 1999

On The 19Th Of April The Devil Had Some Fun (1995)

The Clothes Make The Man

Fight Fire With Water

Combatir Fuego Con Agua

Ode To Mark David Chapman Old John Lennon’s Assassin

The Party’s Over / The Bonfire Is Out ~

For The United States Of Awareness; Let’s Fumigate The White House.

Boycott The Parade

Boicotear El Desfile

Hail To The Chief Monster!

Five (Hundred) Years Ago, Terrorists Attacked My Country… And Won!

Miscelany

When April Becomes May

Axioms And Advice

A Great Movie

5 Daggers

The Solution

Advice For A New Driver

Baseball

Castle Antics

Ever Taller

When The Revolutionary War Began:

The Tall Girl

She Offered Me Her Honor

I’m A Diamond, Thanks To You.

Physical

~ Love Poems ~

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Simple Life Rafts,

fumbeling along

a tumultuos sea

of electro-magnetic shock waves,

from flirtations to after-glow.

An invitation to peek out from the blinders,

as you ring-a-round the rosey in the roller coaster of romance.

UNDER A BRIDGE IN PARIS…

Under a bridge in Paris…

I see a full moon dancing

A sparkling path to me on the River Seine…

A lone sax plays serenades to the echoes.

Sweet sad soft notes hold on to suspense…

And sometimes a dozen dirty ones dip down and

Up ferociously…

Poking and enchanting holes in the silence

Of a warm summer night…

Smell the blossom of a row of trees

That look black against the starry sky.

I get a scent of roses and tobacco smoke

As two lovers pass by…

Giggling words in French.

What is it they’re saying?

I turn to the person next to me

And ask if they caught the joke.

But no words have meaning…

Ours is the international language

Two tongues anywhere in the world

Understand…

SANS MOTS

Sans mots.

Tes yeux me rempissent avec

des sermons, discours et chansons

quì me fout sentir

nervoux, conscient et heureux…

Sans mots,

Tes leures me confirment doucement

que le monde est bien

et je ne peux rien faire

mais les toucher

avec les miennes…

WITHOUT WORDS

Without words.

Your eyes fill me with

sermons, speeches & songs

that make me

nervous, aware and happy…

Without words,

your lips gently confirm

that the world is okay

and I can’t help but touch them

with mine…

ON THE EVE OF ROMANCE

I held you in my arms

and felt myself surround you

imprisoned by your charms

my hands became electric glue.

Your beauty wit and grace

made my heart beat so loud.

I only hope my face

won’t be a passing cloud.

I need to love and give

and feel extra special too.

To have joy as I live

so that things are very cool.

Maybe I could become he,

who knows what it is you like

and you could become my she,

who gets to have the first bite.

YOU SING TO ME SO SWEETLY

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You sing to me so sweetly

Your warm eyes…

On the verge of tears,

Touch me.

They make the corners of my lips curl up.

I breathe softer to hear your perfect notes.

Your delicate yet powerful voice

Carrying my mind into a discovery of poetry.

ALONE, TOGETHER

Our chemicles are electrifying us

as we lock our different magnets.

Womanhood,

melting in all of her softness.

Manhood,

growing in all of his hardness.

SOLOS,

JUNTOS

Nuestra quimica

nos electrifica

con la cerradura

de nuestros imanes diferentes.

Mujer,

Derritiendo en toda su suavidad.

Hombre,

Creciendo en toda su dureza.

YANG CALLS UPON YING

The girl with the dead flowers,

Bunches of them—dry faded bouquets.

Hung, upside down, on her walls…

No vase on hand,

but the waterfall Buddha shrine is pleased

to the roots, from a fresh bundle, of promised love…

WHISPERS TO SAPPHO

Touch me tender, ever so lightly,

where no one else is allowed…

My love, enter my sanctum nightly,

Let’s get away from the crowd…

Only a woman, knows a woman’s curve

only a woman, can touch the right nerve.

Break the rules, of a mans world

they are just selfish brutes

make those fools who chase a girl,

find Virgin Mary’s roots.

Only a woman, knows a woman’s curve

only a woman, can touch the right nerve.

Females give pleasure from head to toe:

(It is not Mr. Rock’s hot shot,

that quivers constantly in the soul)

by sharing and caring a lot!

Only a woman, knows a woman’s curve

Only a woman, can touch the right nerve.

LADY

You’re a strong woman.

No one can penetrate your defenses.

But I somehow got lucky,

so suddenly

You’re trembling

in my arms

and my whole body becomes a marble statue.

Your legs can no longer support your weight as you cling to me.

I’ve become a Greek God…

A Master Man

that rises above the rest

a King in your private world…

It’s a delicious kingdom

that requires all my wisdom and kindness

to rule supreme…

Not a tough task

with your hand

holding my heart…

THE RIGHT MOMENT

The golden glow

of a girl’s giggle

from my witty wisdom.

I wonder when,

should my courage conquer

her shy softness

so that we will

enjoy our mouths moving

in sweet silence…

EL MOMENTO CORRECTO

La brillantina dorada

de la la risa femenina

por mi humor sabio.

Me pregunto cuando,

la conquista de mi valentia

sobre su timidez suave

para que

disfrutemos

nuestros bocas moviendo

en un silencio dulce…

HAPPY SADNESS

Where can my heart plunge into imagination,

if not fulfilled by a sweet fantasy?

Where can it find it’s romantic consolation,

if it does not have a secret fancy?

The