Tuesday, June 25, 2019


in the dark Cthulhu lies
and spins a web of fear
beads of sweat festoon the brow
of those who choose to hear

a kraken from a cuttlefish
the monster deftly weaves
impregnating his listeners
with whispers they believe

© 2019 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved

Sunday, May 19, 2019


all kinds
imagine the variation and it is
room enough for all
and sustenance
the highest goal
the frontiers between
to be approached with care
and mutual respect
for in truth
all are one

© 2019 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved

Inspired by the 2019 Maine Country Music Hall of Fame Induction

Wednesday, May 15, 2019


one small step
and another
ad infinitum
the journey is the thing

mutes the noise
masks the wounds
improves the view
clears the mind
for the work to be done

Friday, April 26, 2019

bogart longing

quite enticing May
when viewed from late November
here's looking at you

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Tuesday, April 16, 2019


a little bit preoccupied
it clearly could be said
he'd managed to be captured by
a certain shade of red

warm and open
with innocence and light
mired not in hubris
just a hint of dynamite
and willing to perceive him
as an ally and a friend

and though he couldn't wish for youth
imagination led
to visions in his fertile mind
that kept him smiling fed
upon a sense of helpfulness
and friendship warm and red

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Wednesday, March 27, 2019


struck dumb his mouth agape
as she sashays across his view
her purple dress exposing his whole heart
and just a hint of what he'll miss
as she sashays away
leaving his heart

© 2019 Frederick Andrew ~ All Rights Reserved

Inspired by one of M Macharia's rictameters.

Thursday, March 14, 2019


ides of March and so begins
the quickening
this construct we've come to adore
will falter and collapse
'til just beyond the fool's day door
when services do lapse
the carcass then to be consumed
by none other than it's mother
and we abandoned to a sea
of lesser capability
will struggle after this eviction
to maintain a sad addiction
to a lopsided interdiction
lacking smell and taste and touch
beyond the haptic key vibration
and with the whimper of
that pathetic fingertip buzz
what once a mighty roar was
will naught but echo be

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