poems by david wiley & frank rick
1.- DAVID WILEY
Is a painter and poet whose poems have been published in 2 volumes by a North Carolina. ( USA Press). He hs read in several countries including at Shaskepeare & Co in Paris . In his 20's he taught for a year at a scholl in Ethiopia. Born in Kansas, he has been a citizen of California with frequent trips to Mexico and Europe. His painting are in collections around the USA with regular exhibitions of new works .
to a piece of paper
Here is the landscape of all possibility,
whiter than the observe of either.
Here is the window of a universe unborn
Where the mind's dugitive seed
Seeks a hidden orifice of creation.
Here is the battelfield,
here is the palce,
a blaze with emptiness,
where something unkown
wants to live.
DAVID WILEY
2.- FRANK RINCK
" My poetry comes from common strughles and celebrations. I believe the natural word lets me see the universal me and the universal you. My father was a blue collar who prided himself on being an intellectual and a poet.. He raised me on the words of William Shakespeare." B. A in acccounting, Hofstra University, New York, Graduate Degree in Bank Controllership, University of Wisconsin, Madison Participates with Spring Poets, Long Island , New York.
Interest : being a husband, father, grandfather; handmade pottery; the vocation of banking for 47 years.
" I have written poetry since the age of 13 and now live on both coasts of the USA in Corvallis, Oregon and Center Point, New York ."
upon a son leaving home
for MATT CASE
There was times in my mouth
When the moon was the only one I knew would come back,
I' d run up into the big oak in the front yard.
There I would wait ...
Wondering, hoping dreaming. of a constant love I count on
Now, as you prepare to leave, please know,
Regardless of the miles apart,
My love will be there for you always.
Run towards your own dreams,
Soar to your own music,
Scream at your demons
Love at your own pace ...
And know is a rock you can always rely on,
A wind that will forever be at your back,
A love that does not depend on your deeds
But lives in the knowledge that you have become a man ,
One I would seekout to know,
If I had not been blessed by knowing you already .
FRANK RINCK
pour un fils qui s'en va
Quand j' etais jeune, il y avait des moments
Ou, je le savais, la lune était la seule qui
revenait immanquablement.
Dans le grand chêne, devant la maison , j' allais
grimper en courant
Pour y attendre, espérer, et chercher à savoir
S 'il existait un amour fiable et constant
.
Maintenent que tu parts, sache bien
Qu' en depit des distances,
Mon amour sera toujours là pour toi.
Tes propres rêves, cours les réaliser,
Au son de ta propre musique prends ton envolée,
Hurle à tes propre démons,
Aime à ta ta facon ..
Sache qu' il y aura toujours un roc auquel te
raccrocher,
Un vent dans ton dos à tout jamais,
Un amour qui ne dépend aucunement de tes actions
Mais se nourrit de te savoir devenu un homme
Un homme que j' aurais cherché à rencontrer
Si te connai^tre ne ma' vait déjà été donné .
FRANK RINC
( from: cụm hoa tình yêu / flowers of love / fleurs d' amour -
volume XIV / 2012 - printed in USA 2012 - p. 563- 565)
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